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The Dark Side of Puppy Love	By : yamiyugi23 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 27638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or have any rights to it or make any money from writing these fic's so don't sue me!

+Plot Bunnies shall rule the world+ is Voldermort and Harry talking through their soul mate mind link.

Chapter 8

Thanks for beta’ing Draco

“...Voldermort?” Harry stuttered out as he basked in his mate’s presence, “Your really here?”

“That’s right,” Voldermort said with a grin as he led Harry over to the bed, “I’m all yours for the foreseeable future.”

Harry’s puppy tail gave a happy wag as they sat down on the bed, “That’s great!”

“It is but first I have to make up for last night,” Voldermort spoke as he laid down on the bed, pulling Harry with him so they were lying side by side with Harry’s head on Voldermort’s chest, “Much better.”

Harry gave a content sigh as he allowed himself to relax against his mate, “How’d you get here? Don’t you have people to kill and Death Eater’s to curse?”

Voldermort gave a small laugh, “My second in command has taken over things for a while, I got here by Apparition, you know there are basically no wards around here.”

Harry sent Voldermort a look of ‘and it’s your fault there’s no wards you idiot.’

Voldermort rolled his eyes in reply, “Just go to sleep Harry, we get to snuggle all night.”

Harry gave a giggle which turned into a yawn, “Got that right, I’m not letting you go any time soon.”

Voldermort’s eyes softened as he watched his puppy fall asleep, before he fell asleep for the night he said, “And the same goes for me my mate.”

***The following morning***

“I see you found each other easy enough,” Marge’s voice came to Harry’s ears.

“Aunt Marge!” Harry cried out in shock as he bolted up in bed and looked at Marge with wide eyes, “What are you doing up so early?”

Marge simple raised an eyebrow at the pair in amusement, “My Lord, Harry, it’s 11am.”

“Oh,” Harry stated with a blush as he turned and hide his face in Voldermort’s chest.

“What do you want?” Voldermort said slightly more calm then normal due to the fact that his mate was in his arms.

“I’ve got a customer coming between 1pm and 3pm to pick up a dog,” Marge said as she moved over to the pile of clothes that Harry and Voldermort had thrown off the previous night, “But I need to go out for a few hours to get some dog supplies for the new owner and for the dogs here.”

“And this concerns us how?” Voldermort grumbled as he held his mate close and glared at a smirking Marge.

“Fenrir and Remus had to leave for an hour to do some ‘pack business’ and if you think that I’m leaving Sirius unsupervised in my home then your deadly wrong,” Marge said as a sudden sound came from downstairs followed by Sirius barking.

“Was that Sirius?” Harry said slowly, he then noticed a lead in Marge’s hand as she dug through the pile of clothes, “What’s that in your hand?”

“Never you mind,” Marge as she threw two tops at Voldermort and Harry, “I want you two to make yourselves useful and give the dog that’s going to be picked up today a bath, and ready for when it’s new owner comes to pick it up.”

“And they won’t go around screaming at the top of their lungs like a mad person when they see ‘The Dark Lord Voldermort’ in front of them?”

Marge turned and walked to the door way, before she left she paused and gave them a smirk, “And that is why I’ve got magical camera’s set up around the house to record the action.”

“That woman’s going to be the death of me,” Voldermort groaned as he allowed himself to fall back onto his pillow.

***Few minutes later***

“So where’s the dog?” Voldermort asked a few minutes later as they came down the stairs, “Couldn’t Marge of told us which damn dog it was?”

A bark caught their attention, a female sheepdog walked towards them with her tail wagging and a piece of paper in her mouth.

Harry gave the female sheepdog a rub behind the ears before taking the paper and reading it out loud, “It says that her name’s Trésor and she’s the dog that we have to clean.”

“Trésor?” Voldermort asked with a raised eyebrow at what seemed to be a calm and happy dog in front of them, “That’s French for treasure.”

“Well with a name like that this dog couldn’t give us any trouble,” Harry said as he rubbed Trésor behind the ears again causing her tail to wag madly, “See? She’s just a cute little dog.”

“Right,” Voldermort said dryly as he watched the dog, “I have a feeling that it’s not going to be this simple.”

“Stop that,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes, “You bring Trésor upstairs alright? I’m going to run her a bath.”

With that Harry left his mate to stare down Trésor.

“You’re a smart dog aren’t you?” Voldermort said slowly as he tried to make nice with Trésor, “You’re not like other dogs; you’re not going to bite me are you?”

Trésor gave Voldermort a tilt of her head, then much to Voldermort’s worry it seemed like the sheepdog was thinking about his words.

Trésor suddenly snapped to attention and jumped, the next thing that Voldermort knew was that he was on his back with Trésor on top of him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you damn dog,” Voldermort swore as he tried to push Trésor off of him, “Hey, come back here with my wand!”

Trésor had used Voldermort’s surprise to ‘kidnap’ Voldermort’s wand and run away with it.

“Get back here you damn mutt,” Voldermort growled out as he began to chase Trésor around the house, “I won’t be beaten by a dog!”

It was a good thing that no one was around at that moment to tell Voldermort that he WAS losing to a dog.

“Ah ha,” Voldermort cried out in glee as he managed to trap Trésor in a corner after chasing her around the house for a few minutes, “Give me back my wand and I’ll make this as painless as possible for you.”

Voldermort watched as Trésor seemed to be weighing up the decisions for a few moments.

“Well?” Voldermort asked as he held out a hand, “Your choice?”

Trésor seemed to of made her decision as she gave Voldermort his wand back, but not before coating it in dog drool.

“Damn mutt,” Voldermort muttered as he wiped Trésor’s drool off of his wand.

Taking the chance, Trésor slowly walked forward and tried to sneak past Voldermort as he was busy trying to clean his wand. Only Trésor was to slow and she found herself covered in soapy bubbles and soaking wet.

“There you go,” Voldermort said with an evil grin, “Much better, all clean for your new owner.”

Trésor sent Voldermort a dog version of a glare.

“Hey love? What’s happened to you and Trésor?” Harry’s voice came as he walked down the stairs, “I’ve managed to get a load of towels ready, but I’m not sure how hot the water’s meant to be…what’s happened to Trésor?”

With a quick flick of his wand Voldermort finished Trésor’s bath, “Oh, I thought that it’d be easier and quicker to do it this way, in case the Trésor doesn’t like water.”

“I have such a thoughtful mate,” Harry said as he finished walking to Voldermort and gave his mate a light kiss on the lips.

Trésor gave a growl at Voldermort, giving a simple message, ‘this isn’t over if I have anything to say about it’.

The sudden sound of a doorbell broke the two lovers’ apart.

“It must be Trésor’s new owner,” Harry said as he allowed Voldermort to quickly place glamour over his puppy ears and tail, “Coming.”

“You shouldn’t be coming for whoever’s behind that door,” Voldermort said with a pout as he watched Harry’s bum move, “You should only come for me.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he opened the door only to find himself staring at the new person in shock, “Is that really you...Is it you…”

To Be Continued…
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- 8
- 9
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