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Pretty parseltongue - new chapter added	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 89004 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Harry couldn’t breathe; his heart stuttered and felt like it might actually stop beating. Sirius’ eyes crinkled as he smiled and without preamble crossed the room to pull the frozen Harry into his arms.

“Hey pup.” He whispered and Harry choked up unable to stop the tears from falling, he burrowed into the soft fabric of Sirius’ shirt and allowed the scent of the only family he really had to wash over him.

So many questions scrambled through his mind and Harry pushed them all aside just to feel the elation at having his godfather here with him. The familiar fingers of his lover gently stroked his head and Sirius did not seem bothered that his nemesis was comforting him while in his arms.

“Harry,” Voldemort’s voice was soft and full of understanding, “Give Sirius a chance to breathe.” Harry realised he was squeezing his godfather in a tight grip as though frightened he would be pulled from him.

“Harry, I’m not going to leave.” Sirius assured him as Harry loosened his grip and looked at him.

“How?” blue eyes full of warmth flickered with pain and Sirius let out a soft sigh.

“After I fell through the veil,” he swallowed and Harry squeezed his shoulder, the gesture giving Sirius the strength to carry on even though his voice broke as he spoke, “there was nothing …nothing but blackness but suddenly I found myself on the stone floor in the Ministry,” he took a breath as if steeling himself, “I was surrounded by aurors, Harry, they arrested me and I’ve been in custody since.” Harry was staggered by the news and his heart felt betrayed.

Harry turned to look at his lover and felt some comfort in the look that crossed Voldemort’s face as it mirrored his own feelings of bewilderment and anger.

“Why?” Sirius shook his sadly and his eyes filled with tears.

“I think it was so they could manipulate you in your grief over my death.” The words wrapped around Harry and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Questions exploding in his head and his heart frightened at the answers he was now beginning to suspect.

“I don’t understand,” tears fell from Harry’s eyes and immediately Voldemort was by his side, pulling him into his comforting embrace. Sadness radiated on the handsome man’s face and he shook his head.

“Why are you helping me,” Sirius asked as he looked at Voldemort “What are you to Harry?”

“I love him!” Harry blurted out and both men looked at him in shock, a soft smile and a glimmer of elation in Voldemort’s eye lifted his heart. His lover touching him softly and Harry entwined their fingers, frightened to look at his godfather.

“I don’t understand.” Sirius ran his fingers through his own hair with an air of confusion and frustration, “I have all these memories…where are they coming from.” He looked at Harry with unshed tears in his eyes, “I don’t even think I can trust my own mind,” there was a hint of hysteria in his voice, Harry reached out to offer some comfort, stunned when comfort came in the form of Severus as he swept into the room, Sirius staring at the potion master incredulously before allowing the man to pull him to sit down. Harry could hear Sirius whisper with awe “I remember – you were my friend.”

The dark eyed man paused briefly as if processing the words or pondering his own memories and a small smile graced his normally stoic features. Sirius shook his head and his face was brimming with bewilderment, he opened and closed his mouth several times as if searching for the words to convey his emotions, letting out a soft sigh followed by a moan of anguish. Harry felt his own heart crushed as a look of complete desolation washed over Sirius’s handsome face.

“Severus…oh,” his eyes filled with tears as he looked at the men in the room, his voice cracking as he spoke “We were together, weren’t we?” Severus nodded confirmation and Harry struggled to grasp the implications of the conversation.

“I’m slowly removing the spells that were placed on all of us,” Severus explained while handing Sirius a calming draught, “it would appear that we have been used as pawns in a very long power play.”

Harry felt himself begin to tremble and his head was suddenly full of a myriad of emotions. He could hear the concerned voices of the men in the room but his eyes fluttered shut. His own body betrayed him and the world around fragmenting away. The sensation of falling and then he plunged into the darkness of his own mind, the shouts of his lovers fading into the distance.

Warmth surrounded him, Harry burrowed into the cocoon of contentment and refused to acknowledge the thought just off in the periphery of his mind that running away was not the solution.

“I thought that you would retreat into yourself, “the soft voice voiced without any judgement and Harry opened his squeezed shut eyes to find himself in bed within a softly lit room, “Not that this place is without its charms.” The smiling ruby eyes not taking in the opulence of the room but staring into Harry’s own green orbs.

“I can’t…” Harry’s voice broke and he was immediately engulfed in the arms of his lover. Soft lips brushing against his forehead in a shushing gesture and Harry melted into the embrace.

“We can stay here as long as you need,” Voldemort offered, “but we can’t stay here forever, my love.” Harry snuggled down into the cotton soft sheets beneath him and pulled his lover down to lay beside him. They lay in silence, the lack of words between them felt comfortable and Harry took relief in the strong arms wrapped around him. Voldemort’s fingers stroking through his hair in a tender manner. The moment changed when there was subtle tug in his locks, the questing digits plunging deeper and caressing Harry’s scalp, his breath caught.

“Mmmmm.” Harry whimpered softly as he lifted his lips to meet his lover’s mouth, the kiss started softly before Voldemort’s teeth tugged at Harry’s plump bottom lip. The resulting gasp swallowed as his older lover mapped the coral of his mouth with his agile tongue.

Every nerve igniting with desire as Voldemort moved to put himself on top of Harry, the teen opening his thighs to allow his lover between them, the heat of his body making him moan and the kiss deepened. No words needed as they stripped each other of their clothes, fingers stroking exposed flesh until they were both gloriously naked.

Harry groaned as Voldemort pulled away and looked down at his flushed lover. Heat blazed in those red eyes and Harry raised his hips to rub his diamond hard length against him. Harry keened as they slipped and slid against each other. The sensation of flesh on flesh overloading his nerve endings and he gasped as he surged up to kiss his dark lovers moaning mouth. Tongues duelled wetly as they undulated with an increasing pace. Harry spread his thighs wider, whimpering as Voldemort’s rigid length slipped down and nudged his perineum.

“Please.” He breathed and he could feel the smile on his lover’s lips as the kiss deepened. A softly muttered incantation and Harry could feel his insides become slick and pliant. Harry’s moans swallowed by his smiling lover’s lips as the smooth cockhead breached the guardian ring of muscle. Pulling away from the kiss briefly, Harry moaned loudly and pushed down rendering both men speechless at the feeling of Voldemort burying himself to the hilt in the one swift movement.

“Move,” Harry begged, his body crying out for the older man to claim his body and soul, “Hard…fuck me hard.” He panted the pleasure pain short circuiting his mind and a myriad of sensations washed over his body as Voldemort withdrew until the tip remained tantalising the clenching entrance before slamming back inside with a harsh thrust. Harry couldn’t breathe the thrusts hard and fast, his eyes clenched shut and his teeth gritted with the intensity of their lovemaking. His lover grunted with effort and the sweat glistened on their bodies.

The room filled with the moans and whimpers, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the chamber. Harry arched his back keening with pleasure as Voldemort changed angles, his cock rubbed that nub of sweet pleasure and Harry saw stars. All consuming need sparking through his body, the feeling of his lover filling him deeper and deeper, Harry scrambled to hold on to his ruby eyed lover’s shoulders and his fingernails scrapped along supple skin pulling a rough growl of lust from his forceful lover. Voldemort licked into Harry’s mouth and tasted his need, his thrusts deepened and both men panted into each other’s mouths. Every thrust rubbing Harry’s prostate and he knew that he wouldn’t need his lovers touch to come. As that thought filled his mind a strong thrust drew his climax from him. He pulled from the kiss and howled his release. Hot ribbons of come coating their skin and his body clenching pulled his lover with him. Harry’s cock spurted once more at the sensation of his lovers release filling him. They lay in each other’s arms waiting for their thundering hearts to calm. Soft sweet kisses shared between them and Harry felt at peace.

“Am I what you want?” Harry confused at the words surged up to kiss the frowning man, Voldemort pulled back and continued “Could you be happy if I remain looking like this?”

“I don’t understand,” Harry brushed his lips against his lover’s now downturned ones, “I love you…as you are.”

“Harry, the face you see maybe an enchantment,” Harry began to understand his lovers worries and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Can you love me regardless?”

“I love you,” he kissed his lover to empathise the point. “You…I don’t care what you look like,” he smiled and with a cheeky smile “As long as you don’t look like a Malfoy.” They both laughed and Harry felt his lover relax into the embrace and he sighed at the realisation that they couldn’t stay here forever.

“Ready to go back?” Harry nodded.

The room came back into focus and he found himself staring into his smiling lover’s eyes. For a brief moment, the worries surrounding them forgotten until a soft clearing of someone’s throat burst his happy bubble, he turned to look at his blushing godfather. Harry was struck by how tired his godfather looked and he took a breath before asking the question.

“Who?” Harry whispered, his head screaming at him to stop, shouting not to ask this question and his heart bled as he looked into his lovers eyes and saw the answer as clear as day.

“Dumbledore.” Harry placed his hands over his ears to block the whispered name shaking his head as images of the all his interactions with the man that he thought of a grandfather filled his mind, a myriad of emotion tearing him apart but conscious that it was completely true.
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