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Chapter VIII - A New Memory

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Voldemort raised his wand. "Confu," he said the
charm quickly before adding a second one. "Easasum." If Harry
knew who his partner was now he would probably fight but that couldn't be
allowed to happen. The boy had to enjoy this and the second charm was to relax
him. Harry would know what was happening but would only be able to remember who
he was with when he was ready to accept the truth.
The charms in place, Voldemort stood, pulling off the covers that half
covered Harry and shedding his own outer robes before taking off his soft half
boots. As an after thought he added a silencing spell on the room before
sitting back on the bed.
Harry was so beautiful. Long black lashes curled on his cheeks as he
slumbered. His lips were pursed in a small smile and he sighed softly as
Voldemort cupped his face again, wiping away one crystal tear that had escaped
when his memories had been released. "My little one," the Dark Lord
whispered. "I will not let them hurt you again," he added the promise.
He leaned close again, lying next to Harry and began to kiss the boy's
smooth skin. Long fingers slid under Harry's shirt and caressed the boy's
abdomen and chest. It was almost like undressing a doll as Harry continued to
sleep but no doll had ribs that poked out sharply and the Dark Lord suppressed
yet another burst of anger. Someone was going to pay dearly for this...
Voldemort gently held Harry as he eased the oversized shirt off before
continuing to caress his prize, paying special attention to Harry's nipples,
making them surge with blood. He leant in again to kiss the boy, deepening the
kiss and sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth as the child responded
unconsciously.
Voldemort smiled against Harry's mouth and looked into green eyes as his
destined mate awoke but what surprised the Dark Lord was the way Harry
responded. The boy's tongue moved against his own and Harry began sucking
gently at him. His arms reached out to embrace the man lying beside him and his
hands began to run up and down Voldemort's back, caressing him through the silk
of his shirt. And most surprisingly, Harry spread his legs before wrapping them
loosely around the Dark Lord's thighs, forcing their genitals to rub together pleasurably.
Voldemort pulled back, intending to admonish the boy gently, telling him to
enjoy what was to be given but Harry's next words and reaction made him freeze.
"Heprah..." The boy had gasped the name but not in pleasure, in
fright and he had tensed up, despite the relaxation charm, his muscles hard
with anticipation. He was obviously expecting punishment.
"No," Voldemort hissed in parceltongue. "I'm not him,"
he continued. "I won't let him hurt you again." With his hands he
stroked Harry's back, soothing the boy hiding his smile... So the Wizard's name
was Heprah...
Harry's magnificent eyes opened wide as he saw soft crimson eyes looking
back at him fiercely. This wasn't Heprah, that wizard had blue eyes and as he
breathed deeply he could smell and sense that the man with him wasn't the wizard
who had attacked him. "Who..?" He questioned, unconsciously replying
in parceltongue.
Voldemort smiled again as he felt Harry relax but in the back of his mind he
promised himself that Heprah would live for a very long time under the finest
tortures he could devise. "It's not important, Harry," he said,
extending the Confu charm and kissing the boy's nose gently.
Harry sighed slightly and his eyelids drooped. This man felt... safe.
"No Harry, not yet... You may sleep later," the Dark Lord began
stroking Harry again. "For now just enjoy..." He lowered his face
again, kissing Harry gently and was pleased to feel the boy return his kiss.
But this time Harry's response was more natural, less practiced and infinitely pleasurable.
He didn't need or want Harry to be his trained concubine. Any of his followers
would have offered themselves or their children for that. Even a well-trained
Muggle could fulfil that role. He just needed Harry to be his. The boy was
intoxicating just the way he was.
With deliberate precision Voldemort began to kiss and lick his way down
Harry's neck. He nuzzled into the boy affectionately, laughing softly as the
boy mewed under his touch. He licked Harry's nipples, nipping teasingly before
he sucked at one, while his long fingers rubbed at the other. Harry ran his
small hands over his back, clawing weakly at the enjoyment he was getting.
Voldemort's spare hand traced its way over Harry's firm stomach, travelling
down to Harry's pants. He didn't enter them yet; instead he just let himself
rub Harry through the fabric.
The boy squirmed at the touch and it was delightful. He laughed again, the
rich sound wrapping around them both as he applied a little more pressure, calculatingly
tracing out Harry's length. His angel moaned, pushing small hands against his
shoulders frantically clawing at him. Voldemort could hear the scrape of the
boy's nails against his shirt.
He moved up again, taking Harry's mouth as he removed his shirt. The blood
red silk slithered off the bed as he moved his hand's to Harry's hips hooking
his thumbs into the fabric of Harry's pants and sliding them down. The boy was
fully aroused and Voldemort smiled at the sight of the pink flesh. He licked
his lips, giving Harry a toothy grin.
"You are so beautiful," Voldemort sighed, feeling his skin begin
to mottle and began kissing a direct path down to Harry's engorged length. He
licked the tip, dipping his tongue into the small centre depression before
taking the head in his mouth and sucking gently, swirling his long tongue over
it.
Harry whimpered but it was a sound of unbearable pleasure rather than pain.
Voldemort pushed himself down, swallowing Harry's whole penis as the boy
continued to squirm beneath him. The Dark Lord moved his hands to Harry's hips,
guiding his movements as he moved up and down, running his tongue and lips over
every vein on Harry's length. The taste was divine, and for a being like him,
whose sense of taste was also defined by smell, that was saying something.
Both Harry's hands gripped the sheets beneath him as he struggled not to
force himself deeper into the exquisite warmth that surrounded his cock. None
of the men liked it when he did that... Not really... They all hurt him after
wards, saying that he'd hurt them... But it felt so good!
It appeared his unknown lover sensed his reticence and pulled back, blood
red eyes meeting his green. "Let go, Harry..." the deep voice
surrounded him. "Enjoy... You will not hurt me, and I will not hurt you. I
will show you what it means to be loved."
Harry nodded uncertainly, feeling anxious but the man had kept his gaze, red
eyes looking into his very soul. After a moment, apparently satisfied with his
response the serpentine man smiled at him again before batting his cock
playfully with his tongue. Harry moaned. "More..?" The smiled changed
from being reassuring to truly pleased and Harry felt the warmth return and he
sighed blissfully.
Voldemort reapplied himself to Harry's length with a vengeance. That the
boy should have to hold himself back..! He growled softly, turning the
noise into further pleasure for his pet as he felt Harry begin to push himself
upwards. That was a more normal reaction! Everyone was going to pay for
scarring his prize... And every reaction Harry gave him only added further time
to their suffering. But the boy was coming around and he was enjoying this. His
black hair was dishelved and scattered across his pillow as he trashed his head
around and his emerald eyes were clouded with desire.
After he had established a good rhythm with Harry moaning appreciatively at
every stroke, he moved his hands, moving one around behind Harry to gently
stroke his opening, as the other moved upwards to the boy's mouth. He inserted
one long finger into the boy, keeping the motion gentle and slow so as not hurt
his prize. Harry's eyes opened wide as he felt the invasion but after a moment
he relaxed again, opening his mouth to suck eagerly on the long digits there.
He began to thrust into Harry with the motions of his mouth as he delicately
felt for the boy's prostrate. Imperceptibly Voldemort frowned. Those men had
hurt his prize, tearing him horribly but there was no evidence of it. The boy
was whole and unscarred. The Dark Lord blinked as he realised the explanation.
The Hogwart's Nurse... Given the number of times the boy saw her, it wasn't
really that surprising that his scars were no longer there. She would have cast
a general healing spell on him as some time and that would have healed
everything. Well... She had just unknowingly earnt his mercy. If she refused to
join him, her death would be quick.
The Dark Lord smiled around Harry and hummed, closing his eyes gleefully as
the boy cried out. He swapped his hands around, driving a second long saliva
slicked finger into the boy, slowly stretching him as Harry bit lightly on the
digits in his mouth.
He added a third finger bushing against the boy's prostrate before he pulled
back, surging upwards to kiss Harry, muffling his prize's scream of release.
Voldemort drew back, smiling at Harry as he collected the boy's semen,
spreading the sticky substance over his fingers and driving them into the boy
again. Harry cried out, gasping at the intrusion but his eyes were happy.
He continued to kiss Harry and after the moment of release faded, the boy
began to kiss him back as his free hand undid his pants and his own erection
bobbed freely. He positioned himself carefully against Harry, noting the small
flash of worry that showed in his prize's eyes before the boy relaxed again,
smiling trustingly up at him.
"Let me show you what it means to be loved," he whispered the
words again in askance.
Harry nodded at him, biting his lip gently but still smiling. Voldemort took
one of Harry's small hands in his own, squeezing it reassuringly as he wrapped
his free arm around the boy, drawing him close. With a slow thrust he entered
his prize and for a moment he was lost, throwing his head back in ecstasy with
a muted gasp of pleasure. Harry was so hot and tight. It was an incredible
feeling.
Harry looked up at him as he looked back down. There was an echo of pain in
his green eyes and Voldemort immediately berated himself. Only Harry's pleasure
mattered... He quickly twisted himself within his prize hitting Harry's
prostrate.
The pain in Harry's eyes vanished, the clouded desire reappearing. Harry
reached out with his own free hand, pulling the Dark Lord down to kiss him
passionately as he thrust upwards to meet the hips of the man above him.
Voldemort pulled back before beginning to thrust into Harry with long smooth
strokes. Harry pushed back, crying out as his lover drove himself deeper with
every thrust. It was wonderful. The body beneath him was so tight and the
mewling cries Harry was making were just spurring him on. With every motion he
hit the boy's sweet spot, loving the way his treasure was now clawing at the
scaled skin on his back, legs wrapped around him to draw him closer.
"More..." Harry cried out his request again and Voldemort smiled
down at him, moving to support his body above Harry's and began to thrust
harder.
Harry was panting but his brilliant eyes glowed and the Dark Lord decided
that Harry had never looked so beautiful. Messy hair, full red lips, sparking
emerald eyes and a thin sheen of sweat covered him. He licked at Harry's neck,
nipping the creamy skin before taking Harry's mouth. Their tongues met fervently
and for a moment they seemed intent on devouring each other before Harry threw
his head back, exposing his neck and gripping Voldemort's shoulders with desperate
strength as he cried his release. Hot fluid flowed between them binding them
together before Voldemort thrust upwards once more, deeply into Harry, biting
down on his lover's neck as his own release struck. "Harry!" His
magic, a tangible aura that always surrounded him flooded into the boy, passing
through him, merging with Harry's own magic and supporting him.
For a long minute they lay together. Harry lowered his head, closing his
eyes as he muzzled the crown of the man's head. The slit red eyes were
familiar, he should know them but at the moment all he could feel was pleasure
- the afterglow of his own release, the soft gentle touch of the other mans
magic, the way his unknown lover fitted into him and the wonderful feeling of
being filled with the other's essence. Hesitantly because he didn't want the
feeling to end he unwrapped his legs from the other man.
Voldemort lay perfectly still atop his prize. He could taste the faint
coppery tang of blood again and he realised that he had broken Harry's unmarked
skin. The boy didn't seem to be in pain though. In fact, it seemed Harry was as
shell shocked as him with the intensity of the events they had just been
through. It had been exquisite.
The Dark Lord pulled out of the boy with a soft wet noise and immediately
Harry moaned, feeling strangely empty... A slight frown passed over his face as
his eyelids threatened to close once more... It was strange, that empty
feeling... He had never felt that way before... He'd never wanted it to continue...
The man with him leant down again, kissing him gently but not deepening the
kiss. "It's all right," the voice came from everywhere. "I won't
ever leave you. I love you, my little one."
Harry smiled, feeling the truth of the words as he lost his battle with
sleep. Feeling tired but replete and for the first time ever loving the smell
of sex and the feeling of the other man's essence within him he fell asleep,
cradled by his unknown lover's aura and realising only at the very end, that
this was what it was like to be loved.
Voldemort held Harry gently as the boy finally succumbed to fatigue. His
body was healed but the boy's magic had been working over time to protect him
and that would naturally leave him exhausted without the further physical exercise
or the strain of having the Oliviate broken. It had been worth it though...
Harry was so tight... so virginal... so beautiful...
The new memories he had given Harry now would compete with the old but at
least now the boy knew what sex was meant to be like. And once Harry realised
who had given him this feeling, realised who had shown him the truth...
Voldemort smiled... That was a day he was already looking forward to.
The Dark Lord rose, pulling his shirt and pants back on before picking up
his robe and wrapping Harry in the dark fabric as he lifted him off the bed.
The boy was strong but he was still dangerously underweight and that only
became more evident at how light he felt to the Dark Lord. He bent over and
kissed Harry gently on the forehead before undoing the silencing charm with a
flick of his wand. Another flick of his wand removed the sealing charms on the
house and Voldemort's crimson eyes flashed as he realised his mistake.
He could put up as many charms as he wanted but the Alarm Wards were keyed
to be activated by the removal of any charm within their boundary! The Main
Wards earlier hadn't been a problem because he had specifically countered their
Alarm Ward and the Obliviate while being tied to the Wards wasn't meant to be
there but any other charms... Harry stirred in his arms and Voldemort
shrugged...
It didn't really matter. Dumbledore, the Ministry - they would all be too
late. With a regal air he swept from the room and proceeded down stairs where
his loyal Death Eaters were waiting, the bound Muggles arrayed before them.
They bowed slightly at their Master hiding smiles at the satisfied feeling his
aura was generating. They followed their Master from the house, levitating the
Muggles behind them but pulled up short once they were clear of the house.
"Go!" The Dark Lord murmured the order to his servants, noting
absently that they didn't question him, they merely Apparated, taking the
Muggles with them.
Voldemort looked at the force arrayed before him with a soft smile that caused
many of them to flinch. Dumbledore was there, as was Remus Lupin, Minerva
McGonagall, Arthur Weasley, Mad-Eye Moody and what looked to be about half of
the Auror Department, interspersed with one or two Unspeakables. A large black
dog growled fiercely at him but was restrained by the Werewolf.
"Tom..."
Voldemort shook his head suddenly. Dumbledore insisted on calling him that but
it didn't anger him anymore. "No, not anymore," he replied, meeting
the aged wizard's eyes squarely. "Not for a very long time."
Dumbledore and the others stirred at his tone although none of them lowered
their trembling wands. "Regrets?" The Headmaster questioned intently.
The man known throughout the Wizarding World as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
looked down at the bundle in his arms before turning back to Dumbledore with a
smile. "No, not anymore," he repeated his previous answer.
"Give Harry to me," Dumbledore ordered, looking intense.
Voldemort laughed. "No." His response was short, causing the
entire Auror battalion to aim their wands, curses already half voiced. "I
don't think so," he elaborated. "You've had your chance to protect
him and you've failed."
Only one or two of the group picked up on his true meaning. "How?"
"The walls have memories," was his only response as he vanished, a
small slip of parchment falling from his robes.
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