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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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I’ve gotten into the GREAT situation where I can’t really reply to reviews in the chapters. It takes too many words so I’ve moved review replies into this thread on the forum:

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The good news with this is that I can give you a longer and more thorough reply. So, I really hope that people continue to enjoy this fic. I’m sorry that it’s not being that easy to guess Voldemort’s creature but when it comes out I think most will agree it’s perfect for him – him PRE Books, as in original Dark Lord before his resurrection.

The Forever Game

Courting

He stroked again and paused, another jet filling his beloved. And again and each time Voldemort poured his essence into Harry, the boy’s name was torn from his lips so that when he was spent, he collapsed onto his beloved, panting. Exhausted, the Dark Lord turned his head, licking the green eyed wizard’s cheek as he whispered the words directly into Harry’s ear, softly, passionately, audible only to one “I love you,” before sleep claimed him.

       Voldemort came awake all at once, the survival trait a legacy of his childhood and one he had not broken. He lay for a few moments, assessing everything. Immediately his instincts told him there was no danger, so he relaxed slightly to feel the more local situation. Harry was a warmth beneath him and partially to his left and the Dark Lord could not help a smirk when he realised they were still connected. Harry’s body had yet to release the cockhead of his now completely soft pole. His smirk turned licentious and he pushed himself upwards, once more covering Harry like a living blanket.

       Automatically he cast the charm for cleaning and lubrication because he did not want to hurt his precious. Red eyes looked down at Harry’s still sleeping face as he considered the stretching charm but he decided against it, as he stiffened within the warmth of Harry’s tight hole that would also loosen his beloved. Lubrication was a necessity, enforced muscle relaxation was merely impatience and he prided himself on being a patient man.

       He began to move gently mindful of his swiftly diminishing lack of arousal. Already, with just his thoughts and the few tiny motions, mere millimetres penetrating further into Harry, Voldemort’s member was rapidly thickening. Harry’s sphincter was a vice around his cockhead, gripping it tightly and refusing to let it go. Their relationship had been intimate for only a few months but already Harry was aware of how best to please his mate. All his life the Dark Lord had never thought much of the weakness those who followed the light indulged in, the weakness of love. Even after he’d heard the true prophecy he had remained sceptical but there had been something in the infant Harry’s eyes, a promise and he certainly more than fulfilled every aspect of it.

       The Dark Lord continued moving gradually, slow small movements of his hips that penetrated leisurely further and further into the tunnel of heat while his hands explored Harry’s body. He already knew every inch of the milky skin but renewing his acquaintance was a pleasurable endeavour. Harry’s eyelids fluttered and Voldemort swooped to lay kisses along his cheek and jaw bone. He took his time, even as his arousal became tighter and sweeter and fuller and he knew he could penetrate faster, he kept his movements slow and sensuous. However the instant he knew his pole was hard enough not to fall out of Harry, he rolled them on to their sides. Voldemort’s hands went immediately to Harry’s cock and balls and he began playing with them as he allowed his hips to move in longer but still tender strokes. No other partner could double his pleasure just by their own arousal and it was a valuable lesson in sharing he had learnt from his mate.

       Though perhaps he had shared too much on the night he had merged that part of their souls. The red-eyed man had known it would involve an equal exchange though he felt he had gotten a larger part of Harry’s soul in return but he had not realised some abilities may have been shared.

       With Harry’s birthday being in summer, the Potter’s tended to host a large garden party to celebrate. That allowed the adults to congregate and talk while their children played in another part of the garden, being entertained by whatever magical curios Lily and James Potter had provided for this year. The Potter’s catered for children of all ages so that even their younger children were present, though usually under the watchful eyes of House Elves. The garden party suited the Dark Lord. The Potter Manor’s formal garden was large which provided him with much more area to remain undetected in. He visited his little one twice each year, on his birthday and at Halloween and the purpose was twofold. Firstly to ensure that their bond was developing as it should and secondly to gather any relevant information the part of his soul in Harry had observed via the boys eyes. Harry looked forward to his visits too. While Voldemort understood the strain that was present in their bond from their separation Harry merely knew that being close to the Dark Lord made him feel right, though he could not explain it. His little one would understand in time, and know why such restraint and sacrifice had been necessary but for now, it was enough that he visited.

       Surprisingly the Dark Lord enjoyed the garden party. His own observations of the adults’ interactions with each other provided him with interesting insights. They might think they could hide their altering allegiances from him but he could see, just from watching them who was allying with whom and who had settled new business deals. The observations helped him recruit and tailor his plans so that his ultimate goal could be reached. And amusingly Dumbledore was often left wondering exactly how he had known things. This year Lily was slim and radiant, having given birth a few months before to Harry’s second little brother and Voldemort observed her carefully. She had shown a great deal of power and skill when she had attempted to fend him off Harry. She was beautiful, he supposed in a kind of fiery manner that was controlled by her grace but he could not see what Severus saw in her. Even after she had given another man five children, the Potion Master still pined for her.

       It was the shriek which turned his attention back to the children. Most of the adult’s didn’t notice though a few began moving. Those who were parents were aware of the subtle difference between a shriek of happiness and one of distress and the noise had definitely been distressed. For a moment the Dark Lord didn’t know what was wrong. Harry had been showing off his youngest brother, Callum Louis who was wriggling on the grass. While Harry’s other siblings were close, all the other children had drawn back and the Dark Lord could see a tiny snake mostly hidden by the grass, looking at the baby. There was no threat, he could see that. The grass snake, despite the noise caused by the children was merely curious and had been startled by their screams but more importantly Voldemort could see Harry calmly speaking to the snake, his green eyes glowing. He could not hear the words, not from this distance but he could hear the cadence, and he knew that his destined mate was speaking in parselmouth. Shock permeated him for an instant but the moment was broken as two of the mothers, more sensitive that the others intruded on the scene.

       They saw the snake almost at the same time and they began screaming. Their shrill voices set off the children and the little snake cowered in the grass, attempting to escape the noise. Other parents rushed in, and most lost their heads but the Dark Lord was pleased to note that neither James nor Lily became hysterical and they cast simultaneously, Lily putting up a shield between the children and the snake, while James transfigured the grass into a tightly woven basket around the tiny petrified serpent. Voldemort nodded to himself, pleased that they had not hurt the snake but he wondered if Harry would be able to keep quiet about his newly discovered ability.

       He never got a chance to find out. One of the boys about Harry’s age, a freckled red head pointed towards the Potter Heir and began shouting ‘He was talking to it!’ That lead to an inevitable round of questions that resulted in the confirmation that yes Harry was a parselmouth and that yes he had been talking to the snake. He’d been telling the little serpent that it was okay to look but that it should be careful and not come too close. The Dark Lord wanted to curse the idiots who were now looking at his mate with fear and loathing but he remained still and took special note of the faces of the few Death Eaters who were in the same social circle as the Potters and who were not suspected of being loyal to him. Destroying his more flamboyant and mindless followers seven years ago and adjusting his policies to be less rabid had more than paid off for him. Most of his followers were surprised which was acceptable but one or two showed fear and would require re-education.

       Voldemort was pleased to note that both Lily and James, while being astonished at the revelation of their son’s ability showed absolutely no fear. If they had not been accepting he may have had to remove Harry and for the moment he would prefer not to. A child should have a childhood and once Harry knew exactly who he was, his childhood would be over. A House Elf had picked up the basket and had vanished, probably to take the snake to some open grass land to be released and the Dark Lord found himself relaxing as the party continued.

       The only regret of the afternoon being the sure knowledge that Dumbledore would invariably be told of Harry’s gift. No matter, the immortal had examined Harry in the past, and had found nothing, just as he would this time. For a supposedly astute man, he could be remarkably blind to certain things.

       Oh yes, the Headmaster was blind. If he actually saw the truth he would never have accepted the Longbottom child as the prophecy child. Harry had more power, more beauty… more everything than the child the wizarding world had proclaimed their saviour, all because he disappeared, choosing to go back to the shadow path to power. Voldemort almost felt sorry for what he had done to Neville, subjecting him to Dumbledore’s constant attention, except the brat and his parents had let the fame go to their heads and when their fall came, the Dark Lord would make sure it was appropriate for their hubris.

       But that was still a thought for the future and at the present moment the Dark Lord’s attention was required by his mate, who was blinking sleepily as he awoke to the feel of Voldemort’s now solid cock lodged deeply in his butt, his own dick hard from the ministrations of the Dark Lord’s skilful hands.

       “Good morning, Minister,” Harry greeted him brightly.

       The Minister of Magic completely lost his train of thought when Harry deliberately flexed his muscles, and a wave of pleasure rippled along Voldemort’s length. The gesture was repeated and Harry laughed at the inarticulate groan that came from his lover’s lips. Voldemort retaliated by thrusting his hips, forgetting his earlier call to be gentle as he thrust almost savagely into Harry’s hot tunnel. He lifted one leg, placing it over Harry’s as he kept plunging into his beloved resuming his gentle love making when Harry twisted to kiss him.

       Their tongues met and rubbed against each other before the Dark Lord pushed his forward into the moist cavern of Harry’s mouth to explore and lick before they mutually drew back for air. Voldemort kept stroking, the soft rippled warmth of Harry’s butt caressing him like velvet. He kept the movements smooth and slow, sensual and he was enjoying the growing heat between them. Harry arched against him, flexing his muscles around the hard shaft being driven into him as he rocked slightly. Every inward thrust aroused him further and Harry closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of love that washed through him.

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Creatures that have been guessed: Naga, Vampire, Chimera, Fay/Fae, Lich, Medusa, Incubus, Succubus, Sidhe, Dragon, Couatl, Veela, Siren, Faerie, Lamia, Cockatrice, seraph, basilisk, demon, King Cobra, manticore, nephilim, Goa’uld, phoenix

The two most important clues for Voldemort’s species are here. Firstly about his mother - But you were bred from a mortal mother. And about his father - his father’s non-human lineage had given him the potential.

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