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Captivated	By : ArtisticRae Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 31383 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Voldemort gazed with admiration on what was undoubtedly his most brilliant creation to date. It had taken him the better part of two months to design and enchant it but it was a masterpiece of magical artistry and craftsmanship. He had been inspired by a legend he once read about a magical device that had once been created for the heir of a powerful pure blooded family.
In the legend the heir was an only child and was the last of his line. To his parents shame and horror their lone heir was born a squib. Unwilling to allow it to be known that the magic of their line was dead the child's parents commissioned a powerful artifact to be made by one of the most revered, though infamous, enchanters of their time. Their desire was to have a device created that would allow their son to channel magic and as such to conceal his squibhood.
This device created was a silver leash which attached a collar to a bracelet. The bracelet to be worn by the heir and the collar to be worn by whatever poor witch or wizard the family managed to capture and subjugate with the leash. For obvious reasons they tended to kidnap muggle-borns or those from insignificant families who had no political clout with which to demand their loved ones be returned to them. The legend of course predating any kind of magical law enforcement.
The purpose of the leash was manifold. Firstly it allowed the user to manipulate the flow of the captive wizards magic either allowing or disallowing its use, the heir would be able to channel the magic against the will of the enslaved wizard. Secondly it was enchanted with protections which made it impossible for the subjugated wizard to harm their captor, this was of course important since captives were likely to fight their enslavement otherwise. Thirdly it was charmed so that the collar could only be removed by the wearer of the bracelet, and any attempt to remove the collar by anyone other than the bracelet wearer would make the collared one violently ill. Fourthly, the collared one could not move beyond the length of the leash even when the bracelet was not in use. The bracelet would hold the collared one stationary until such a time as it was once again reclaimed by the master.
Whether or not this magic siphoning leash ever actually existed was not known. But the idea was the source of inspiration for his own enchanted collar and bracelet set. Voldemort of course made several modifications and improvements to the idea to better suit his particular needs. After all his needs were different the the legendary squib heir. He did not need to steal Harry’s magic he had his own. What he needed was a way to secure Harry. So instead of a leash he made a matching ouroboros necklace and bracelet set. The necklace was enchanted to prevent the wearer from causing harm to the bracelet wearer, prevent the wear from removing the necklace, and to force the wearer to always stay within 100 feet of the bracelet (this included a linked portkey feature), additionally the bracelet wearer would have the optional ability to close of access to the necklace wearer’s magic.
Voldemort knew that this latter feature would likely be necessary should Harry’s accidental magic ever flare out defensively, a likely possibility considering the boy’s temper and the unlikelihood that he would acquiesce to his captivity peaceably. He hoped however that it would only be needed sparingly as he knew that would obviously breed contempt and would thwart his ability to convert Harry to his side. But Voldemort was not naive, he knew it was highly likely than in the early days of Harry’s return to consciousness the boy would be irate and would likely put up a great deal of opposition to the terms of his imprisonment. Voldemort would not coddle the boy. It may be true that you catch more flies with honey but Voldemort was not a soft man and he would brook no disrespect from his horcrux. The boy would be trained and he would be brought to heel.
He fingered the intricate scaling detail on the necklace. It really was a beautiful piece of workmanship. He could easily imagine it resting against Harry’s pale slender neck. He had been watching the boy throughout his recovery. Yaxley gave him daily written updates but there was some things it was better to see with your own eyes. Without even thinking about it his feet often guided him to the boy’s chambers.
After he was dosed with the draught of living death the boy had been moved from the makeshift basement infirmary to one of the bedroom suites upstairs. It was a small manor having only three floors including the basement but it suited their needs admirably. The basement had a ritual chamber, a potions lab, and the spare room that they had set up as an infirmary. The first floor had a kitchen, dining room, parlor, and library. The second floor had four bedrooms. One of which he had turned into a study for his own use.
Though it had not originally been his intent to reside in this safe house, he had originally planned to make his home at the new headquarters for his war effort an abandoned Lestrange Manor, which was still under fidelius charm from the first war, but he hadn’t been able to part with his horcrux.
Though he trusted Barty and Yaxley, who were alternately acting as guards, to protect the boy he hadn’t been able to rid himself of the disconcerting urge to remain near his soul piece. As such it had been necessary for him to move into Haven House himself. Nagini was thrilled with the move. Haven House was nestled deeply in a wooded area and was surrounded by ample prey for Nagini to hunt.
Voldemort had initially been less sanguine about the house, but after expanding the library and bedrooms with space expansion charms and transporting his hidden cache of books and artifacts into his new library and study respectively he had made himself quite at home, however odd the notion of ‘home’ that may have been to Voldemort.
As he approached the boy’s doorknob he cast a silent homenum revelio through the door. He always prefered his visits to Harry to go unremarked upon by the boy’s two sentinels. He didn’t want his death eaters questioning the nature of his relation to the boy. He had made the mistake of trusting the knowledge of his horcruxes to followers in the past and it had led to the diary being destroyed. He would not be hasty to make that same mistake again.
The room was empty save for Harry so Voldemort breezed in. The boy had undergone considerable physical changes in the past two and a half months. Where he was once tiny and emaciated he had now filled out to the point that he had no protruding ribs and with the assistance of nutrient and growth potions he had gained five inches in height for a respectable 5’8’’. He was still several inches shorter than Voldemort, but then again he was only 15. He still had years of maturing left to do.
Harry was resting peacefully on the bed looking as though he were only deeply asleep. Voldemort sat of the edge of bed and leant forward over Harry’s prone form. With uncharacteristic gentleness he open Harry bathrobe exposing his bare chest to the cool night air. Harry’s nipples puckered at the sudden chill, but Harry made no other response to his sudden disrobing. Voldemort watched in momentary fascination as Harry’s chest rose and fell with each breath he took. His sworn enemy, so close, so vulnerable, but he would never kill him. His horcrux, his living breathing soul.
His fingers trailed across the boy’s neck dipping down and brushing across his exposed collar bones. He was tempted to collar the boy now. He could so easily imagine his creation resting against the pale porcelain skin. He gave into the urge. There was no point in waiting after all. The boy would be no more or less outraged to awake collared than the be collared after waking and he wanted to feel the boy’s magic against his skin. He carefully unraveled the snake necklace along the contours of the boy’s neck.
"Clasp yourself around the boys neck." He commanded the snake in parseltongue. The snake obediently slithered around the boy’s neck and bit its own tail. He had keyed the control commands for the necklace and bracelet in parseltongue as an added precaution against tampering. No one but himself would have the knowledge or ability necessary to liberate the boy. He smirked at his own brilliance.
The snake looked every bit as beautiful as he had imagined. The silver scale glinted in the low light of the room and the emerald eyes, he knew, would perfectly match the boy’s own once he regained consciousness.
Yaxley assured him that it would only be a few more days before it would be safe to wake the boy. His bones had already successfully been vanished and regrown and he was on the last the weeks worth of accelerated nutrition and growth potions. After that the boy’s treatment would be reduced to a less aggressive regimen of nutrient potions and a daily eye corrective potion, if the boy could be convinced to cooperate, neither of which would necessitate that he remain in magical stasis.
Voldemort longed to see the boy’s face the moment he realized how utterly and completely trapped he was. While Voldemort was no longer bent on the boy’s destruction he couldn’t completely suppress his vindictive spirit. The boy’s spirit wouldn’t be crush so easily. But he would be affected. There was no way he could remain nonchalant in the family of such a complete and utter defeat. Voldemort could almost taste his imminent victory.
His fingers absently traced along the snake, fingernails gently scratching against Harry’s chest.
“You’re mine.” Voldemort hissed into the silence of the room. Harry slept on, blissfully unaware of what awaited him upon waking.
The following week crept by very slowly for Voldemort. He wore the ouroboros bracelet whenever he was home and alternated between suppressing and releasing the boy’s magic just so he could feel the momentary surge of it against his skin. He maintained his clandestine daily visits to Harry’s chamber’s whenever he knew the boy to be unattended by Yaxley.
He couldn’t explain the draw to he felt to the boy, even to himself, except to assume it was somehow tied to the boys status as his horcrux. When Voldemort was sure that there was no risk of them being disturbed he would caress the curse scar that held his soul. He swore he could feel his own magic dancing at his fingertips. It was an arousing sensation.
Voldemort was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh. In his youth, before he had created his 4th horcrux and subsequently lost his drive for sex, he had enjoyed numerous lovers. His good looks and charm had drawn in men and women alike and he had often used the lust others felt toward him as a means to control them or to achieve his own ends.
As such, he was not confused by the evolving interest he had in the boy’s physique. As the boy regained good health and lost his inordinately youthful appearance his attraction to the boy grew. He began to muse one whether his restored attractiveness could be used to lure the boy to his side? While it had been decades since he had felt the need to seduce someone, having shifted to generally more violent forms of persuasion, he had no doubts of his skill. Could the boy be wooed? Time would tell.
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