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Voldemort Goes Back To School	By : KisaraP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 38062 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Voldemort Goes Back to School

Chapter 8

Midnight Thievery:

By the time Voldemort transformed again into Evan Farley, got back to Hogwarts, and finalized his plans for the Libido Suppressant potion, it was almost midnight. He had quickly snuck into the library and had taken a book titled Potions Suppressants for the Body, containing a list of potion names having the effects he sought. Then, he decided that he would first check Severus' huge stock of potions to see if any of those listed potions were there. He knew that Severus kept most of his potions in the Potions classroom.

The Dark Lord tried opening the door with a simple Alohomora spell, but as he anticipated, it was ineffective. As expected from one of my Death Eaters, he thought to himself while smirking, but not good enough to keep your master out. Casting a series of more elaborate unlocking spells, the Potions classroom door opened easily at his touch.

He made his way over to yet another door sealing Severus's potions away from the rest of the classroom. Sighing again, the Dark Lord again cast the same elaborate unlocking charms and easily gained entry.

The hardest part he realized, was trying to find the potion he needed! There were probably thousands of vials of potion in here. He wasn't anywhere near as skilled at potions as Severus, hence despite his occasional doubts about Severus's loyalty, he allowed the Potions Master to remain a Death Eater, along with his usefulness as a spy, of course.

It was a good thing that Voldemort was an intelligent Dark Lord, otherwise he would have been there all night if he had to search each vial manually. Instead, he cast Accio spell after Accio spell and recited each name of the different potions with the effects he sought after each 'Accio'.

"Accio Libido Supprimere!" The Dark Lord cast. He was pleasantly surprised when a vial rose from its holder and flew into his outstretched hand. "Ah, finally," he said with a relieved sigh after what seemed like an hour of spell casting. He turned to exit the potions storage room, only to stop short.

"Perhaps it has escaped your…notice…but this happens to be…my private potions room…not yours. Locked doors….typically mean that…you…are to stay out. Furthermore, you are clearly unworthy of being a Slytherin if you can't even get…in and out of…a simple storage room…without getting caught," Severus Snape announced in his usual alternating fast and slow way of speaking, from where he stood blocking the exit.

The Dark Lord felt his nostrils flare and his eyes narrow in absolute fury. How dare Severus even suggest that I am 'unworthy of being a Slytherin'! I'm Slytherin's Heir! I'm the epitome of a 'Slytherin', Voldemort fumed to himself as he readied his wand for a duel. Before he was able to cast the first curse though, Severus continued to speak.

"Though I must admit I find it extraordinarily…suspicious…when a teenage student intentionally seeks out…that particular type of potion," Severus said with smirk. "Enlighten me, Mr. Farley…for what purpose precisely…do you intend to use…that particular potion?"

Unwillingly, Voldemort felt himself flush, "Th-That's none of your business, Severus, now step aside. It would be a real shame if I—if Hogwarts had to find a replacement potions master. And how did you even know I was here?"

Incensed, Severus brandished his wand threateningly, "How dare you…child…refer to me…by my given name in such a familiar manner. You shall address me as either…'Professor Snape' or as 'Sir'. And you are not leaving here with…that potion. Furthermore, I will take great pleasure in…reporting this incident…to the Headmaster…when he returns. Oh, and the reason I knew you were here…was because the Wizarding World's Savior and his pathetic followers Granger and Weasley…raided my potions collection far too many times, so I took the liberty of…placing an Alerting Spell here…to alert me to the fact when anyone other than myself entered this room…without my permission."

Satisfied with Severus's response, Voldemort then remembered that he still had to keep up appearances as a student, especially since he remembered that he had some lingering doubts as to Severus's loyalty. Tragic, because that would limit the type of curses he could cast against him, and even more tragic because Severus was really beginning to make him mad. "I suggest you move aside, Professor Snape, and let me leave with the potion. Trust me when I say it is not worth the…" sheer agony you will be in, "effort…if you refuse," the Dark Lord responded with a smirk.

Severus laughed malevolently at Evan's comment. "Oh, Mr. Farley…you have absolute no idea what effort is…until you have had the distinct pleasure of…being the professor of such ungrateful, disrespectful, thieving brats that the sheer effort it takes you to not curse them all is staggering. But, continue to insult and threaten me…and I may just accidentally slip in those efforts," and thus consequently curse you. "Now, hand over that vial…like a good schoolboy."

The Dark Lord spontaneously burst out laughing upon hearing Severus's reference to 'slipping in those efforts'. Yes, you Fool, I know exactly how it feels to be 'slipping in those efforts', which is why I find myself constantly cursing you and all your other fellow Death Eaters with the Cruciatus curse…among a large variety of other dark curses.

Though amused, the Dark Lord knew that there was absolutely no way he was leaving without the Libido Suppressant potion, so, if Severus wanted to do things the hard way, that was perfectly fine with him.

"No, I will not 'hand over that vial…like a good schoolboy'," Voldemort sneered as he mocked Severus. "Incendio!" He cast the fire charm, thinking this would do enough damage, but not enough to give himself away.

"Protego!" Severus defended with a shield charm. "Expelliarmus!" the Potions Master cast as an immediate counterattack.

"Protego! Reducto Minimus!" The Dark Lord deflected Severus's Expelliarmus before countering again, causing Severus to be thrown backwards, leaving the exit open. Voldemort strode out of the storage room, ready to attack again. However, upon coming closer to Severus and seeing his body splayed out on the floor, he figured that his last spell had already knocked the Potions Master out.

Satisfied, the Dark Lord quickly put the vial of potion into one of his pockets as he made his way to the door.

"Immobulus!" Severus cast surreptitiously from where he was faking being knocked out.

Voldemort froze, unable to move. He couldn't believe his own blunder! Severus was a spy and thus a master of deceit! He should have known that the Potions Master wouldn't be so easily defeated and that he shouldn't be tricked by mere appearances. Beyond irritated with both himself and with Severus, the Dark Lord began fighting against the curse with raw magic.

"Not bad, Mr. Farley…but not nearly good enough…to defeat me," Severus gloated amusedly, as he stood up. He then approached the boy and raised his wand to summon the potion vial, so he wouldn't have to physically search the boy, "Accio Libi—"

"Relashio Totalus!" Voldemort cast on himself, successfully fighting Severus's immobilizing curse in order to move his own mouth to cast the countercurse. "Incarcerous! Evinco Virgo Dumbledore!" He cast a binding spell and a spell of his very own that he had created in his youth. A very amusing spell for an older student, but not appropriate for a 'Dark Lord'. However, since Severus didn't know who he was, his spell would be perfect.

Severus was caught off-guard, he had no idea a mere student would be able to use that much raw magic to get loose of his immobilizing spell! As a result of his assumption, he was now tied up in bindings. He didn't recognize the last complex curse the boy had used.

"You insolent brat! Just you wait until the Headmaster hears of this. I will have you scrubbing dirty cauldrons until you cannot even hold your own wand for the entire remainder of your schooling at Hogwarts!" Severus seethed at him from where he stood bound, though precariously so, since his legs were bound together, making it difficult to keep his balance. "No! Better yet, I'll have you Expelled! How is that for 'effort'!" Severus quickly amended as he began cackling like mad at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

One of my Slytherin students dare to curse me? Make a fool out of me? Oh no, not if I, Severus Snape, have anything to say about it! If Dumbledore refuses to agree to expel the boy, I'll see to it that Mr. Farley suffers a severely painful potions-related 'accident'…after all, it would be a suitable punishment for the crime of potions-thievery.

"Hahaha, no, Professor, the Headmaster will not be finding out about this…unless of course you want to suffer permanent embarrassment and torment for the rest of your life," Voldemort replied. "But because I'm feeling so generous, I'll let you have a small preview of what your fate will be, if you try to go to either any faculty member or any ministry official with the intent of getting me into any kind of trouble over this little, incident," he continued with a smirk.

"Revelio Incantatem!" He cast, revealing to Severus exactly what would happen if the Potions Master tried to get him in trouble.

Severus tensed, but as far as he could tell, nothing had happened, even though he knew that spell was supposed to reveal a previously cast spell.

"Ah, but you will also need two mirrors to see my marvelous invention, the effects of the spell occur on the back of the person it's cast upon, in case you were wondering. Duo Speculum!" Voldemort cast, having a mirror appear in front of Severus at an angle, which caught the reflection of another mirror that was also placed at an angle which had appeared behind Severus.

"Oh Merlin, no!" Severus shouted horrified, voice cracking at the end.

There, on the back of Severus's trousers was written in big flashing and changing colored letters: 'Dumbledore Took My Virginity And I Liked It!' and beneath the writing there was a flashing purple arrow pointing down, indicating the way to Severus's presumed former arse-virginity.

Voldemort burst out laughing. He had never actually gotten around to using that particular spell, because he had initially wanted to wait for a special occasion to use it. It was certainly amusing that the only chance he actually got to use it on someone was so many years after he had first created it. "Finite Incantatem Duo!" Voldemort cast, simultaneously vanishing both the mirrors and vanishing his temporarily revealed personally-created spell.

"Now, Professor, remember that if you try to do anything to get me in trouble with the school's faculty or the ministry, which includes you by the way, that spell regarding Dumbledore will appear. And since I'm the only one who knows the precise counter-curse necessary to undo it, neither you nor anyone else will be able to remove it. You'll be the laughingstock of the entire Wizarding World," the Dark Lord reiterated with unconcealed amusement.

Severus was too horrified to say anything more at the moment. Although, he was at least thankful that he had some power to control what happened with the spell; he supposed Farley could have cast a spell that would have the sign immediately appear without any sort of trigger.

"Oh, and I'll be back for more vials of this same potion. Make sure that you brew extra! I'll be checking to make sure they are identical to this one, so don't even think about sabotaging the next batch of potions. And with that, I bid you goodnight, Professor," the Dark Lord mocked Severus, as he passed through the potions classroom door.

"Relashio!" He shot the last spell behind him, releasing Severus from his physical bindings. Pleased with himself, Voldemort headed back towards the Slytherin dorms. Taking out the vial and uncorking it, he downed the entire contents of the Libido Suppressant potion.

Severus remained in the classroom, so furious that a mere student had bested him that he felt as if his head would explode like an overheated potions-filled cauldron. It was then with a feral grin that Severus began to form a plot with the intent to get revenge on Farley, including the sabotage of future potions that the boy was going to steal from him.

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Lying to the Boys' Faces:

Harry's, Draco's and Voldemort's POV:

Voldemort supposed it was inevitable that upon his return, Harry and Draco would again corner him and drag him off to an empty classroom, cast silencing charms and then question him about where he went last night and how the meeting with his 'family-friend' went.

Now that he had taken the potion shortly after midnight, he felt confident that its effects would last quite a while. As such, he responded to the boys' questions bluntly and in such a manner as to be sexually distant from them.

The Dark Lord quickly became tired of the boys' insistences that they resume their previous 'activities' since ‘Evan’ had told them that his 'family-friend' had verified that there was nothing unusual about what 'Evan' was feeling.

Of course, Voldemort had lied about what Nagini had said, but he was certain that the potion would solve the problem. He figured that taking the Libido Suppressant potion might have to be a permanent treatment option, since the alternative of…sleeping with his worst enemy and Draco too, was an unacceptable outcome.

Hence, Voldemort immediately cut them both off. "I can't do… th-that…again. It was not…proper for me to do so."

"What?! Who says it's not 'proper'? We're not asking you to…to marry us, or anything! Purebloods can have lovers…whoever they are…as long as they eventually marry a suitable Pureblood with whom they'll be able to continue their pureblood line. And of course have parental approval of the match," Draco protested.

Harry nodded his head in agreement, even though he knew he had no idea really about pureblood standards. "That's right! Even amongst Muggles things are slowly changing. You can have all sorts of relationships now! As long as they're consensual…no one will really say anything!"

The Dark Lord's lip curled slightly, "I am not a Muggle," he bit out.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's blunder, before covering for him, "Certainly not, no one was saying you were! Filthy Muggles! Who needs them? Anyway, Evan, truly, by pureblood standards, at least here around Britain, such a relationship—I mean, arrangement, is perfectly acceptable!"

Nevertheless, Voldemort was undeterred. He would not be sidetracked in his task of killing Harry Potter! All he had to do was wait for the Libido Suppressant potion to take full effect, as he had previously decided, before he would completely enjoy killing Harry.

"Don't try to convince me that it's perfectly fine for me to let you do…wh-what you did…to…me," Voldemort argued shakily, backing away. Listening to himself, he couldn't understand why he wasn't more firm in his convictions. He guessed it was because he never really had anyone so persistent in trying to win his…affections…let alone two suitors working together at once!

"What, why not? It's not like we're going to tell anyone, right, Malfoy?" Harry responded.

Voldemort glared at Harry, "Oh right, easy for you to say! You say that as if you would simply let someone else do that to you."

Harry colored slightly, "W-Well why not? Maybe s-sometime in the future, I…I would want to try, and so… we could…s-switch…?" He replied in a partial question.

The Dark Lord stared at Harry, shocked, "Are…Are you really saying you'd let someone do…that…to you?! What you did t-to me in the…in the library?! You'd let even the Dark Lord f-fuck you?!"

"WHAT?!" Harry and Draco shouted simultaneously.

"NO! I said you, not the Dark Lord!" Harry shouted as his face flushed. Trying to hide his embarrassment, he put his head in his hands.

"Oh Merlin, Evan! I'm going to either need to Obliviate myself or I'm going to need to learn Occlumency, because if I can't get the images of the Dark Lord fucking Potter out of my head…I— " And that's where Draco paused, almost swallowing his tongue at his almost blunder…again! He'd almost revealed that he would be in the presence of the Dark Lord, implying that he was a Death Eater! Draco had been about to fully say: 'I'm going to either need to Obliviate myself or I'm going to need to learn Occlumency, because if I can't get the images of the Dark Lord fucking Potter out of my head…I'll be Avada Kedavra'd by the Dark Lord!'

"—I mean, my Father might find out about it, since he knows Legilimency!" Draco finished hurriedly. Draco's face flamed as he couldn't resist thinking about the Dark Lord bending Potter over and engaging in XXX.

Upon Draco's admission, Voldemort couldn't help but be curious as to what the blond was thinking. He cast a silent Legilimency spell, and as soon as Draco looked up, the Dark Lord slowly pressed into the boy's mind, so as not to alert the boy.

The Dark Lord felt all the blood in his body rush south as he saw image after image of all the different sex positions that he and Harry were in and the things they were doing together, thanks to Draco's imagination. Voldemort was both shocked and concerned at his body's reactions. Why am I still feeling like this? Shouldn't the potion be taking effect by now? Maybe I need to take more of it. I'll make sure I get more from Severus after this!

The Dark Lord was further shocked though by several particular images flitting through Draco's head. Even though all the images were of him (Voldemort) in his resurrected body in the graveyard, some of those images still showed Harry topping him!

As Draco took in Evan's unwavering and increasingly flushed gaze, he came to a terrifying realization. The blond quickly turned his own gaze away from Evan, shielding his eyes. How could I have been so fucking stupid?! He cursed himself, before shouting accusingly, "Evan! You're a Legilimens aren't you! Fuck! That's why…Fuck! Don't you ever tell anyone…wh-what you just saw! Ever!"

Voldemort cleared his throat uncomfortably, still very much flushed, "Uh, d-don't worry Draco, I will take th-that to my grave… metaphorically speaking," he whispered the last part to himself.

Harry had been silently mortified throughout the whole misunderstanding up until this point.

"Wait, Malfoy…are you actually…th-thinking about…about me and…and VOLDEMORT?!" The Gryffindor exclaimed, scandalized. "MALFOY!" He yelled one last time for good measure, but he was powerless to prevent some images of his own from filtering into his own mind as he wondered what exactly Malfoy was thinking.

"What?! Potter, No! I just…No!" Draco stuttered in reply, sure that he was caught, especially since Evan surely had already seen exactly the things he was thinking about. He felt like burying his head in the sand somewhere. Or maybe just diving into the lake, he'd join the giant squid…he seriously needed to cool-down…in every sense of the phrase.

"Malfoy, just…please stop talking," Harry told him firmly as he put a hand out in a 'stay away' gesture while covering his face with the other hand.

Upon observing Harry's seemingly repulsed manner at the thought of 'being' with him (the Dark Lord) and Draco's seemingly horrified embarrassment at his mental images, Voldemort felt a strange pang of hurt, though he tried to squash the surprising sentiment. "It doesn't matter, it's not going to happen. So just, stay away from me," he commanded, as he turned. Yanking open the classroom door, he hurried away from the two boys.

"Well that went well…" Draco stated after seeing Evan leave…again. Although, at least this time, they hadn't actually been engaging in any 'activities'…which was tragic, since both boys were suffering 'frustration' as a result rather than mere 'embarrassment'.

"I guess…maybe we should…give him more time?" Harry said as a part question.

"I…don't know…maybe he really has just changed his mind. Maybe…we shouldn't push him…maybe we should just…I don't know…give up?" Draco replied in a partial question.

"What? No! You can't! We…" It was then that Harry checked his watch, noticing he was about to be late for class, one he couldn't miss, especially because he was already behind. This whole thing with Evan was cutting into his studies. If he couldn't pull up his grades, he might not even be able to graduate! "Well, I've got class now…so we'll talk more about this later! I'll see you around, yeah?" Harry said.

"…Yeah, Potter, around," Draco replied, as he too turned to leave, intending to head back to the Slytherin common room.

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