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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109821 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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25/08/2012

Thank you everyone who read and reviewed and rated. On with the show!

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We have a WINNER! Two actually! Congratulations to chineseartist and Blaze Lupin!

Voldemort is a cambion! Now for those going ‘what is a cambion?’ Text taken from Wikipedia;

       “A cambion is most often depicted as the offspring of an incubus and a human woman. At birth, the infant has no pulse and no breath. This continues until the child is about seven years old, where it becomes increasingly difficult to differentiate one from a human. A cambion is usually devilishly cunning and angelically beautiful, able to persuade even the most strong-hearted individual to do his or her bidding.” If that last sentence isn’t Voldemort before that fateful Halloween, I don’t know what is!

       Merlin is said to have been a cambion so not all of them are necessarily evil. There’s two descriptions of how they are created, one requiring a human mother, the other saying they are simply the offspring between incubus and succubus. For the purposes of this fic, I’ve gone with the human mother method.

To the people who guessed Incubus… yeah…. So close but yet soooo far! :D

Please don’t kill me.

The Forever Game

Courting

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.

       He’d awoken to an alluring feeling of tightness from his groin and after a moment he had sleepily realised his beloved was continuing celebrations and there was really only one way he should greet the new Minister. He laughed when Voldemort retaliated. It was a glorious way to wake up even though he knew that their opportunities would be limited for the next few weeks at least. He and the Dark Lord had discussed it and for the moment, no one, beyond those who already knew the new Minister of Magic had a mate, would be allowed to know. So Harry resolved to make the best of what he could.

       He arched, using his muscles to massage Voldemort’s steel shaft as it seemed to flow into him and when they kissed he felt an electric shiver pass through him. There was something about his lover’s touch that nothing could match and every inch of his skin felt sensitised and longed for the stroking hands of the Dark Lord. Harry needed to be touched, he wanted to be touched and the green eyed wizard moved himself, pressing his body against his beloveds as much as he could to feel the heat rise between them.

       Every inward stroke caressed him, stirring him up inside and he stretched his arms up, trying to pull Voldemort towards him, to keep him buried deep inside. The Dark Lord was being passionate, moving with slow full strokes that filled him completely before drawing back to plunge straight back in. There was no rush in the motion but the heat between them was building steadily. Despite the sensuous nature of their lovemaking, Voldemort was merciless, hitting Harry’s sweet spot every time, keeping him hard with no other stimulation. Harry felt himself stretching, each penetration making him rise higher and higher, strained tighter and tighter as the heat rose within him. He would be feeling this glow all day and nothing, not even the knowledge that his beloved would most likely kill quite a few people today made Harry feel anything else but the burning need his lover was satisfying.

       He could remember the first time he’d known, truly known that his destined mate could kill and it was at a time when he hadn’t even known that his mate was a Dark Lord. He was eight and had been playing with his little brothers and sisters when his Father had rushed into the room and instantly Harry had known something was very, very wrong.

       “Oh thank Merlin,” James Potter had breathed sweeping all his children into his arms, hugging them tightly.

       Things had been confusing then but Harry had found himself holding little Callum with one arm, his other hand grasping Jasmine’s, while his Father had picked up Marigold and held his hand to Edmund before the entire family were transported from the room to find themselves blinking in the harsh medical lights of St Mungos. They were in a corridor but James quickly moved them into a room and Harry gasped as he saw their Mother lying on the bed.

       She was lying so still and Harry could see marks on her face and around her there were a couple of mediwitches and they all seemed to be working frantically. Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus were there and while they smiled, Harry could see that they were grim.

       “Is Mummy going to be okay?” Harry heard himself ask, though he was almost afraid of the answer.

       His Father looked at him, his blue eyes meeting Harry’s green squarely and somehow he could see the urge his Father felt to lie, to tell him that everything would be okay but the moment passed and his Father had swallowed, kneeling down to face him before he answered with the truth. “I hope so Harry. I would be lost without her.” It hurt to hear the truth, but he had never loved his Father more than in that moment.

       “This woman is pregnant!” One of the mediwitches exclaimed and that resulted in a fresh wave of activity.

       Harry stepped backwards to stand against the wall, out of the way, still holding Callum, who was sleeping soundly, unbothered by all the anxious activity around him. Remus took charge of the other children, moving them to the other side of the room, out of the way as his Dad rose and took quick steps to his wife’s side. Harry knew he wasn’t meant to hear his Fathers question but he did. “Can you save them both?” The voice was a mutter, low pitched and tense.

       “Somehow, we will, Lord Potter,” the mediwitch who seemed the most calm replied, already casting further charms on the comatose wife of the leader of the moderate faction of the Wizengamot. It meant absolutely nothing here, but she liked his logical policies that were for the best for all magical creatures, not just the purebloods.

       An Auror appeared at the door and Harry could see that his Father’s attention was clearly divided but as he had in the past, he chose to do the best thing he could at the time and he stepped over to speak with the black robed Ministry Official. The two of them spoke quietly and once again Harry knew he wasn’t meant to hear so he pretended he didn’t, but every word was burned into his mind.

       “It was an assassination attempt,” the Auror said, his voice unbelievably deep.

       “Kingsley! Who?” James demanded.

       “They were dressed as Death Eaters,” The Auror named Kingsley replied and Harry carefully kept his face expressionless. What were Death Eaters? “There were about five, and it was well executed.”

       “Death Eaters!? But he’s gone, why would they honour a Lord who is dead? Do we know who it was?”

       The Auror shook his head. “They apparated away.”

       “Then how did Lily survive?” James demanded, gesturing towards his unconscious wife. “Not that I’m ungrateful.”

       For a moment Kingsley looked uncomfortable before he composed himself. “We did get one supposed Death Eater, but they are dead. He protected your wife, and drove off the others but they got him with a killing curse.”

       “Who?”

       “Severus Snape.”

       For an instant there was no expression on his Fathers’ face and then Harry was shocked when he saw his Father sob, tears streaming unheeded from his eyes. “Try to keep the knowledge contained,” James said finally, and Harry could hear the raw pain in his father’s voice.

       “It’s already done,” Kingsley replied. “Dumbledore didn’t want anyone to know.”

       “That’s something at...”

       “..ja... James..?”

       Relief flooded through Harry when he looked over to see his Mother’s eyes opened. They showed pain but her green orbs were clear and they were locked on to her Husband. Even the Mediwitches seemed relieved and Harry knew that his Mother would be okay. Almost instantly James was at his wife’s side, one hand cupping her face while the other rubbed protectively over her abdomen. “Oh Lily, Lily,” he sobbed, touching his forehead to hers. Instinctively Harry moved forward in unison with his brothers and sisters so that their Mother could see them and he smiled up at her when he saw her relax minisculely. Even injured their Mother worried about them and he felt his heart soar with love. He didn’t feel the tiny part of his mind that was so angry he could barely comprehend the emotion but another did. And another reached out with a delft touch to feel what was upsetting him and then that other burned with such rage that Harry’s was dwarfed by the feeling, yet he felt nothing.

       For Harry things got confusing after that as the adrenalin he didn’t even realise had been flooding his system left in a rush. The one thing he did remember was his Father promising his Mother that no matter what, the new baby would somehow bare the name ‘Severus’ and how Lily had smiled at him. Then Harry found himself at home, the House Elves expertly taking charge of them all, herding them all to be washed and feed while his Father dealt with things at St Mungos.

       Though when it came time for bed, and on that day it came very quickly, Harry didn’t even bother to lie in his own, instead he looked at Jasmine and she understood. Harry collected Callum from his crib while his sister collected Edmund and Marigold and they all trooped to their parent’s room and lay together in their big bed. The smell of their Mother was comforting and Harry didn’t think he’d be able to sleep but the next day he had awoken and the bed felt different and he knew his Father was there too.

       He would have gone back to sleep but in his mind there was an image. It was a horrible image and Harry was never sure why he didn’t cry out but perhaps it was because of the feeling that accompanied the image, soul deep satisfaction that this was just retribution. He almost didn’t want to look but Harry found his mental eyes drawn to the image. There were four people, one woman and three men. The knowledge that these were the people who had attacked his Mother accompanied the vision. The four were writhing in such agony that Harry knew it was not possible to feel further pain. They were not screaming, though there was sound with the image in his mind but they were not screaming because they were beyond that and the most they could manage was harsh wheezing. Finally he saw a wand, well-polished and held by the most beautiful hand he had ever seen, a hand that had been extended to hug him at various times in his life. It rose, traced through a very deliberate motion and a green light flashed. The gestures were repeated thrice more and Harry watched as the other three died. He didn’t know who the four were but he knew that the man who visited him every year on his birthday and at Halloween, the man who somehow felt right and comforting to his senses, almost like his Mother but not quite, had killed them. Little Harry looked for a few moments more, imprinting the image in his mind before he opened green eyes to smile at his Father.

       “It’s going to be all right, Daddy,” Harry heard himself say and he knew it would. Those who had dared to attack his Mother were dead and the bodies would be found today. His Mum would be held for a few days in St Mungos, but she would be fine and once she came home, everything would be back to normal.

       Harry rocked back and forth, sliding himself along the shaft within him. He had known that his mate could kill, ruthlessly, without thought or consideration for a long time but just as he hadn’t been bothered as a child, today he didn’t care either. It was more than the burning excitement flooding his body, it was true and complete apathy for those who would die. It was truly easy to live with this Dark Lord, get out of his way or please him and Harry proceeded to do just that. After all, if the new Minister of Magic didn’t get the right start to the day, who knew what might happen!

~x~x~x~

Cookies to those who can tell me who the four people who got dead were :D

Until next time… wavies!
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