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Taming the Dark	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 41536 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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          Harry Potter flopped on the king sized bed huffing to catch his breath. He was utterly exhausted from his exertions from his afternoon romp. He turned over to look at the muscular, yet lean man who had just finished shagging him like a pornography star. He smiled and laid a hand on the man’s chest, letting his head fall back to the bed.

          “How was that love?” the man asked.

          “Uncle Vernon you get better and better with every go. I can’t help but envy my dear Aunt.” Harry laughed at the small scowl mentioning his aunt caused her husband. The fact that he had seduced the man had nothing to do with how his aunt loathed him or treated him, but to do with sheer perversion.

          Harry swatted where his hand touched his Uncle, “We have to shower soon, you’ve to return to work and my tutor will be here soon.” Harry tried to rise but was pulled back down to drape over Vernon’s larger figure. Harry had always wondered about his one stray comment to his Uncle about his weight. He had only called the man fat once and Vernon immediately went out and hired a personal trainer and stuck to it, until he was his fabulous self now.

          “Pet’s at the spa; she won’t be back until this afternoon. There’s no hurry, love.” He placed his hand at the back of Harry’s head and pulled him for a deep kiss. When Harry pulled back, Vernon spoke huskily, “Let’s have one more go; the tutor can wait.”

          Harry gave in like he always did and was met by a very irate tutor in the living room.

          “You are rather loud, Mr. Potter. I would rather you valued you studies more than your libido. You are at the age to build the foundations of your intellect. I would like to hope that puberty be reached before your priorities shifted, but here we are. Shall we?” His sweeping arm indicated the coffee table laden with books, scrolls, paper and writing implements.

          “Evan, don’t begrudge me a little enjoyment, when you know I only have the times the dragon lady and her pup aren’t home. What are we studying today?”

          Evan Rosier stared hard at his charge, but nodded in acceptance of the truth of the statement. He knew Harry did not have a good home life, and he could do nothing about it. Evan had shown up when Harry turned six. He had been appalled to find out that he had been relegated to the cupboard under the stairs for his five year stay with his relatives. Once the Dursley’s had reason to concern themselves with the perceived treatment of their ward, Harry had been moved to the third bedroom of the house temporarily, until they realized that no reprisal would come, then they promptly sent him back to his cupboard. They made sure that he was out by the time his tutor showed. Harry never complained and Petunia didn’t see any reason to continue to deprive Dudley of his second bedroom.

          “We are continuing our review of warding and signature masking.” Evan sat and handed a book to Harry, already turned to the requisite pages. “What are the basic reasons for wards?”

          Harry huffed, but answered. “Protection, ownership, privacy, and isolation.”

          “Very good, you have been reading. I am proud of you.” Evan flipped a page in his journal sitting in his lap. “What is needed for home warding?”

          “Official ownership, blood, and compatible materials.”

          “What are compatible materials, explain?”

          “Compatible materials consist for example of a building’s ability to accept your magic or the land. Although land is usually a natural conductor of magic, certain volcanic rock and phosphorus stone has been resistant to magical manipulation.”

          “Very well done, Harry. I find that my time is not wasted here teaching you. I would say you are magnificently ready for Hogwarts in the coming year. Has your letter arrived yet?”

          “It came yesterday. I am surprised you did not notice it when you let yourself in. It’s on the hall table. There is supposed to be an escort arriving next month to take me to Diagon Alley for my school supplies. I wonder who they will send and why you would not be designated to escort me as my tutor for the last five years.”

          Evan looked a mite panicked as he looked hard at his student. “I am not an employee of Hogwarts, not am I sent here by Dumbledore your legal magical guardian.”

          “That does make sense. I would hope that anyone tasked with my wellbeing would highly object to a ten year old being sexually active, let alone living in an abusive home.”

          “You seem not to be disturbed by this information. May I ask why?”

          “You could but I think I will just tell you and save you some breath. You, sir, are a dead man. Evan Uther Rosier was killed in an explosive battle with auror Alastor Moody in the weeks following the demise of the Dark Lord Voldemort, who happened, as I am sure you know, killed my parents and tried to do the same to me. Imagine my surprise to find out that my tutor is a follower of the Dark Lord. However, I have been in your company for several years and you have taught me more about my heritage as a wizard than,” here Harry gestured around to encompass his current dwelling and the lack of anyone else to inform him of the fact. “Had you not been here that letter down the hall would have been a great shock to me. Why are you here Evan?”

          “May I ask how you came about this information?”

          “The Ministry of Magic is a wonderful place ruled by bureaucracy and procedure. I simply submitted a request for information, under an assumed name of course. Why are you here Evan?”

          “I wished to convert you to my Lord’s cause. I have been lost without his presence you were like a beacon in a storm. I was left adrift by Voldemort’s absence. You are a very powerful wizard and I wish to serve you until my Lord’s return.”

          Harry tilted his head in confusion, “Return?”

          Evan lifted his left arm and pushed up his sleeve to show tattoo with a skull wrapped with a snake. It was a little faded and worn, but it moved sluggishly on the man’s forearm. “This is the mark of my servitude to the Dark Lord Voldemort. Had My Lord been truly dead it would have disappeared from my arm. The Dark Mark is tied to him by being created of his own magic. He will return.”

          Harry studied the mark on Evan’s arm, he even touched it, but he just shrugged and sat back on the couch. “Do you know where your master is, now?”

          “I have been out of touch.”

          “Yes, living in my basement can be a bit isolating.” Harry laughed like the kid he was when Evan’s eyes bulged and he choked. “Of course I knew you were there, at least since I was eight. When you taught me how to wandlessly detect magical signatures I found a rather familiar magic in the basement. When I went to investigate, it led me to a rather odd species of spider, which is not indigenous to England, but South American rain forests. You are an animagus, aren’t you?”

          “I find myself uncontrollably proud and bordering on smug.” Evan shifted into his animal form and back to human, confirming Harry’s supposition. “I really think you are ready for Hogwarts and the manipulations of Albus Dumbledore. I want you to think about the muggle problem, you Aunt being the prime example.”

          “I’ve had a solution for years now, thought it up in my cupboard at four. But I have a time line and I won’t be rushed about it. Evan, I forgive you, so teach me some more things I shouldn’t know.”

          Harry was walking rather sway backed towards Gringotts Bank alongside Severus Snape. He was all smiles next to the sour looking man. Severus Snape showed up at the appointed time from the letter. He was all arrogance and barely contained contempt. Harry eyed the man already knowing much of the man’s history and talent in his field. He had greeted the man with all smiles and eagerness. Petunia had been out when the professor showed up, so only Vernon was there to see Harry off. Harry kissed his Uncle’s cheek and flounced out of the door passed the scowling escort. He distinctly heard Snape mumble something like ‘spoiled’ when he passed.

          Harry skipped up the steps to the large bank and into the large atrium lobby. He got his first real glimpse of goblins and was rather put off by the mundane appearance. “Is this it?” He asked as he looked at each goblin with a frown.

          “What were you expecting, Mr. Potter?” The deep rumble of the man’s voice caused Harry to feel arousal, despite his aversion to the man’s attitude.

          “I expected goblins to be scary. They just look so tame, like little people with sharp teeth. I tell you sir, this magic thing should throw me for a loop, but it’s sorely lacking in its grandeur. I mean I get more tingles browsing at Harrod’s.” Harry walked up to one of the goblins sitting at the counter and tried to get the creature’s attention. He was ignored. He coughed and the goblin looked at him and then back to the parchment it was writing on.

          Harry looked behind him at Snape, “the customer service here sucks, mate.”

          “I assure you Mr. Potter I am not your mate.”

          “You could be if you play your cards right. You look like you could use a bit of a cuddle, and a nice cock up the ass is always enjoyable. Do you have a nice cock, mate?”

          Snape was speechless, but the conversation had gotten the goblins attention. “Key, sir?”

          Snape tried to hand Harry the key he had brought along for the trust vault Dumbledore had told him about, but Harry ignored the proffered key. He handed the goblin a rolled scroll and waited while it was reviewed. The goblin got down from his perch and exited through a door. Snape regained his ability to talk at the goblin’s movement.

          “What did you give him?”

          “A request for access to all my vaults and the reading of my parent’s will. I’d like to know how much I’m worth and what my duties are as the Potter heir.”

          “I was unaware that your business would take more time than a trip to your trust vault. The Headmaster was sure you would only need to grab some galleons and pick up your supplies.”

          “I thought I would do it today rather than trying to find a way back here without an escort. I mean who was supposed to tell me about Diagon Alley living in a muggle neighborhood? That letter was the first thing that acknowledged I was a wizard. Shouldn’t someone check up on orphans from your world, or do you set them adrift and hope that they catch up?”

          Snape looked at the boy in front of him and was flat confused. This boy did not seem to be fitting the image in his head of James Potter’s boy. He looked like his old rival, but this boy was something else.

          The goblin reentered followed by two other of his species. They approached the two wizards. “Mr. Potter, I am Griphook your account manager. This is my assistant Bonereaper. Please follow me to the back,” he turned back to the clerk. “You can return to your duties. The goblin pair led Harry and Severus to a conference room off the main atrium. They were seated before Griphook started speaking again.

          “Mr. Potter, I am surprised to see this request. You should have been apprised of the status of your accounts with the monthly statements. I was assured by Albus Dumbledore that he was preparing you to take the mantle of Lord Potter. The Black Estate has been administered by Lucius Malfoy in the absence of your godfather.”

          “Wait, what are you talking about? I don’t even know where to begin. I have never gotten any correspondence from this bank. The knowledge has only come to me recently that I had an account with you. I have never met Albus Dumbledore. I have no idea what the Black estate is and who is Lucius Malfoy?”

          The goblin looked slightly appalled at Harry’s statement. He whispered to his assistant and the smaller goblin exited the room. Griphook looked highly incensed. “Mr. Potter, I am very sorry for this breach in protocol. Mr. Dumbledore has been assuring us that you were being groomed from the day of your parent’s birth. He has provided us with the necessary blood sample to renew the guardianship annually.”

          “Blood sample?”

          “It is our fail safe that ensures that contact is being maintained. It must be fresh or the spells would detect it.”

          “Do your spells check the age of the blood?” Seeing the goblin’s confused look Harry clarified. “A stasis charm could keep blood fresh, but what about the actual age of person the blood belongs to?”

          The goblin looked gobsmacked at the obvious flaw in their spellwork, “I apologize Mr. Potter profusely for this breach in your trust.”

          “My trust would only be lost if I had it in your institution. What I need of you is to correct this problem. I will take control of any and all accounts entitled to me. I will require an audit for any funds withdrawn since the date of my death and who they were paid to. Now explain the Black estate.”

          Harry’s command of the goblins and confidence took Severus by complete surprise. “Potter, you are the heir to your Godfather’s estate.”

          “Where is this Godfather? Dead?” Harry asked.

          “Imprisoned. Sirius Orion Black was sent to Azkaban Prison after being involved in an explosion that killed several muggles and a wizard by the name of Peter Pettigrew. It is also held that the man was the betrayer of your parents.”

          “Griphook, this sounds like supposition. Was there a trial? I requested multiple transcripts pertaining to Voldemort and there was no record of a trial for Sirius Black.”

          “Because there was no trial for Black,” Severus said. He said the surname like it was a curse. “He was found at the scene with the severed finger of Pettigrew.”

          “This is quite disturbing, but I can’t do anything about it.” He looked to Griphook, “I’ll take control of the Black estate as well.”

          “There may be a problem, as Lucius Malfoy is a very influential man in the Ministry, and his fortune is tied heavily to the Black estate. You would potentially make him a pauper.”

          “Not my problem. Why would he be in charge of the estate in the first place if Dumbledore was handling my affairs?”

          Griphook bared his teeth in a feral show of disappointment, “As I said before, Lucius has a fair amount of influence in the Ministry and they are who regulate us. Lucius saw an opportunity, because his wife is a Black, but not of the direct inheritance line, he gained support that he would be the best to administer the estate in you and your godfather’s absence. Again we are most apologetic for the running of your account.”

          The assistant re-entered the room with a pile of papers and slap them on the desk between Harry and Severus. Griphook tapped the table and the papers spread out, into an organized mess.

          “Mr. Potter, these are your statements,” he pointed to a tidy pile. “These are all the transactions, withdrawls and deposits.” He pointed to the next pile. “Finally, we have an inventory of property within vaults and real estate. I will need a drop of your blood and a signature to start the audit process and transfer of access.”

          It seemed like hours before the two wizards left the bank. Harry had Snape shrink down the piles of pages and enchant them to re-enlarge with a password. Harry had changed galleons to pounds and had a bag full of galleons to do his shopping. He made sure that Snape did not see how much he pulled from the trust vault.

          “So, was Black really a deatheater? Did he betray my parents?”

          “I am loathed to admit this to you, especially, but Black could not conceive of betrayal on that scale.”

          “Then, why would anyone think him capable?”

          “Because he was a Black, a dark family in every sense, except for your godfather and grandmother, they would have disinherited him if his younger brother hadn’t disappeared.”

          “So, no trial?”

          “He was a part of the chaos following the Dark Lord’s disappearance.”

          “You believe he is not dead?”

          “I know he is not.”

          “The Dark Mark correct?” Harry wanted to giggle at the flash of shock that graced Snape’s face for a long moment.

          “How-”

          “I have my secrets, but it doesn’t matter now.”

          Snape looked down at the boy he accompanied with a speculation that would have burned had it been physical. He watched the boy walk with a swagger, but not the arrogant walk of his hated Father. The boy had an inner confidence that drew the eye. He was almost worried for the boy, knowing Dumbledore thought of him as a pawn, and the old wizard was far more powerful than the young boy.

          “You are not what I expected?” Severus said under his breath.

          “You are exactly who I expected. Shall we get my wand?”

They headed towards Ollivander’s Wand Shop after Severus nodded at the confusing eleven year old. They entered the shadowy shop with only the bell on the door acknowledging their entrance. Harry looked around the walls of stacked boxes and drawers. He closed his eyes and turned his head to stare at an opening between stacks.

          “Master Ollivander, it is good to meet you. Should I peruse for myself or be guided by your experienced hand?”

          Snape wanted to make a very rude sound but his natural stoicism gave him the control he needed to ignore the slight innuendo in Harry’s greeting. He watched as the wand maker seemed to materialized from the spot Harry’s was staring at.

          Mr. Potter, it seems I can finally give this wand to its owner.” Ollivander handed Harry a long mahogany box. “Holly, 11in., phoenix feather core. Try it.”

Harry did as he was bid and opened the box. He felt the pull of the wand as soon as his hand hovered over it. He snatched it from its bed and flicked it at Snape. The man froze in place, the spell holding him up right and still conscious.

          “Master Ollivander, may I have a private word with you?” The wand maker nodded and motioned for the child to follow him into a room in the back of the shop. “I need a custom wand made.”

          “But that one is in tune with your magic almost perfectly. Its brother gave you that scar upon your brow.”

          “I can feel the kinship, but I would rather have an auxiliary that doesn’t share the same core as my enemy. I would hate for something rare to happen like priori incantatum or some such nonsense. I would like to inquire about a custom wand that has no trace. Would that be possible?”

          Ollivander looked hard at the boy before him, but he nodded his head sharply. He gestured to Harry to follow him further into the back room. He pressed his hand to a door that just appeared and knocked twice. He turned back to Harry when the door creaked open.

          “Go in and pick what feels natural, on one side there are cores and the other has wand materials.” He practically pushed Harry through the door.

          Harry looked hesitantly around the shadowy room, knowing that Ollivander could be trusted, but only so far.   He looked over the wand cores, making head nor tail of them. He did the same for the wand materials. Although, he was a lot more fascinated with all the non-wood materials. He picked up a long tube of transparent crystal; it looked like it would sparkle in the light. He put it down and moved back to the middle of the room. He closed his eyes and sent out his magic in hopes of feeling something. He felt a tug on his magic and reached for it, his hands automatically catching the two items that came to him. He opened his eyes seeing a jar of soot and a different stone tube, but this one was pure obsidian. He turned back to the closed door and tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. He thought about the method that Ollivander used to open the door and knocked on it. Soon there was an answering knock and the door opened letting him out.

          “Here you go, Master Ollivander. Hell if I know what this is,” Harry said indicating the jar of soot.

          “You get more interesting, Mr. Potter. That is phoenix ash, though from a rare breed called a storm phoenix. The obsidian is a great surprise. Give me half an hour and return for your new wand.” Ollivander shooed Harry back to the front of the shop.

          Harry approached his escort and smiled to the angrily blinking man. “Now, Professor Snape, I know that this was a bit unfair, but you understand that I needed my privacy, correct?” He received a reserved blink from the man. “I thought you might, but just for assurances,” Harry flicked his wand to release the man then cast a mild memory/secrecy charm on the Hogwarts professor.

          They were done shopping for his things by the time Harry suggested they go to Ollivander’s because he needed a wand holster that he had been thinking about since he left the shop. Severus was oddly compliant and consented to returning to the wand maker. Harry reentered the shop and smiled at the man sitting at the counter with a wand holster on top of a wand box. Ollivander smiled and beckoned the boy over to sign the bank draft for the extraordinary amount of 100 galleons. Harry nodded to the man scooped up his new possessions and exited the shop with a confused Snape behind him.

          Evan had accompanied him to King’s Cross in disguise. The man was short and squat, and foppishly dressed, but it was oddly inconspicuous in the crowd of other wizards. Harry was not nervous, he told himself, but this was everything different from what he had known, the cupboard under the stairs and lonely existence to a crowded train full of his peers. He followed no particular path through the crowd, only stopping when he spotted a blond boy around his age throwing a very public tantrum with a man who could only be his father. The boy was furious, “But Father, all my friends will have pocket money, why can’t I? It’s not fair!”

          The Father replied through clenched teeth calmly, “Draco, you can’t have any, that is my final word. You can’t go to Hogsmeade until your third year, so where exactly are you going to spend it?”

          “It doesn’t matter, I’m a Malfoy and Malfoy’s should have money on hand.” The boy sounded imperious, like he was the final say on anything Malfoy and he probably was parroting a mantra from growing up, but Harry knew that he was the cause of the boy not getting any pocket money. Harry simply noted them and passed by them with Evan’s hand on his shoulder.

          Evan did something that absolutely shocked the boy when he was saying goodbye; he kissed Harry on the cheek and hugged him. In all the years that Harry had known his tutor the man had never been very affectionate, just cordial. Harry found it made him feel infinitely better as he boarded the train amongst the other students. He fingered his wand as he was jostled by the crowd of friend searching children. He found a compartment with a red headed boy with a fierce scowl on his face.

          “Hello, may I sit in here?”

          “Sure,” the boy looked at Harry, but his facial expression did not change. Harry searched his mind for conversation with another child when his life up until then had been magic, chores, and, recently, sex.

          “My name’s Harry, what’s yours?”

          “Ron Weasley,” the boy seemed to perk up at the introduction. “Are you a first year,” he shook his head. “Of course you are, look how small you are. What house will you be in, do ya think?”

          Harry was sure that this was some test to prove his worthiness, but Evan had said that the large number of students at Hogwarts would afford him to be choosy about his associations. So Harry answered honestly.

          “My tutor says it could be a toss-up for Slytherin or Ravenclaw. He said it was possible for Gryffindor, because my parents were Gryffindor.” Evan had told him about his parents, a bit, even though he was older than them by a few years, but it had been more than he had known before.

          Ron looked skeptical at the other young boy, “Well, I’ll be a Gryffindor for sure; there hasn’t been a Weasley that hasn’t been.” He looked proud of the fact, but Harry frowned at the comment.

          “So you wouldn’t want to be different? How would you grow if you were just following the crowd? How would you stand out?” Harry sat back and got more comfortable as he watched the thoughts pass over Ron’s face.

          “But my family is Gryffindors.” It was a simple statement that made Harry like this Ron character as bit.

          “So you wouldn’t want to be predominately anything other than brave. I can’t accept that. I would want to know that I am a product of personal growth and not just a copy of what others expect. Do you ever think about being anything else?”

          “I’m not smart enough to be a Ravenclaw. I don't want to be a Hufflepuff. I would be disowned if I was a Slytherin, and that only leaves Gryffindor.” Ron looked even more pensive after he broke down his choices.

          “Would you want to be a Slytherin if you weren’t going to be disowned?”

          “Dark Wizards come from that house.”

          “Dark wizards come from every house, Ron. It’s a natural affinity. I’m a dark wizard and I could end up in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. The sorting system isn’t perfect, but it’s something to help you get through school so that you have a good base to start from with your closest peers with your personality.”

          “I just want to prove myself,” Ron said and went silent. The boys sat for the rest of the ride mostly in silence. They were interrupted by a bushy haired girl asking about a frog, but they dismissed her with curt no’s.

          They rode the boats, both marveling, to the huge castle and almost fell out the boat trying to take in the majesty at once. Harry and Ron both stood waiting as the Deputy Headmistress Professor McGonagall told them about the sorting procedure and ushered them in the Great Hall. Again they were amazed by the ceiling and the sheer number of other students. The sorting hat sang a song and then students started being sorted. Harry went first and left Ron to await his own time with the hat. After some moments the hat called out Slytherin in the already silently anticipating hall of witches and wizards. Harry silently and quickly made his way to his house table and sat next to the blond boy who was haranguing his father about pocket money. The boy put out a hand and Harry shook it politely. “I saw you standing with Weasley; you should really pick your friends better.”

          “I will take that into advisement, but Ron seems like the type I want to associate with.”

          “Well, he’ll be a Gryffindor, all his family is. You’re a Slytherin now.” Harry reached a hand out to the blond and caressed his cheek.

          “You’re cute when you’re wrong,” Harry replied. Malfoy was speechless.

          Harry turned away and shook his head to wait for Ron’s name to come up. When Ron was called to put the hat on several red heads clapped loudly from the Gryffindor table and Harry made the assumption that they were Ron’s family members. Ron sat quietly with the hat squarely on his head, he grimaced and made a faint nodding motion. The hat called out another shocking house for the night, ‘Slytherin’.

          Harry stood clapping as Ron hastily made his way passed his shocked family members and sat across from Harry. Harry simply reached across the table and shook his housemate’s hand. “Looks like we are of like mind, mate.”

          Ron shyly smiled and nodded.

          Severus Snape was strangely not surprised by the sorting of Harry Potter. He was sitting in the Headmaster’s office listening to Dumbledore rant about Harry Potter being nothing like he was supposed to be.

          “Albus, I have no idea what you expect the boy to be, but he is exactly who I would have thought him to be, spoiled, arrogant, and defiant. Why would you believe he was anything else? He is so much like his father, it is fitting, because I have to teach him.”

          Dumbledore turned on the scowling potions master, “Severus, dear boy, I sat the boy on his magic hating Aunt’s doorstep, for goodness sake his Hogwarts letter was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. By all accounts the boy should have been humble and timid, but he is confident and, from the looks of him, happy.” Dumbledore’s lips curled in disgust at the word ‘happy’. “I would only expected Hufflepuff at least, or Gryffindor at most.”

          “Albus, the boy was sorted in Slytherin, it is entirely possible the boy is putting on a front, and is very much unhappy, but he is rather confident. Classes will tell in the end. He will receive no special treatment in my labs. The real surprise was the Weasley boy’s sorting. Imagine a Weasley in Slytherin; it’s absolutely mad, Albus.”

          “That was a bit of a shock,” Dumbledore smirked and sat down behind his desk in a huff. “Keep an eye on the boy and regular reports on his progress.”

          “As you wish sir.” Severus left the Headmaster’s office and began his walk to his dungeons. He was contemplating the fact that his memory had been altered, but he could not place the moment of violation or the likely culprit. It was not many people that could break his shields and live through the experience. He made it to the hallway that housed his rooms and was startled by a figure melting from the shadows of the darkened passage. The figure was small, but had a menacing aura. He paused for a moment, but he continued to confront the errant figure out of bed after curfew.

          When he was closer he saw it was none other than the subject of Albus and his conversation earlier. “Mr. Potter, I assume that you have a very good reason to be out of bed, and I am astonished by your record time in earning a detention.”

          Severus watched a black shining wand point at him and the boy speak, “Snap out of it Snape.” The wand flicked and Severus remembered everything from the trip to Diagon Alley.

          “Who are you?” He exclaimed at the child in front of him.

          “I’m Harry Potter, Severus, and you are mine.” Harry slashed his wand and the sleeve of Severus’ left forearm was gone. He gasped as the mark that he regretted so much was exposed. He turned incredulous eyes on the boy and saw something that had terrified and drawn him to his first Master.

          “Severus, do you know who owns you?” Harry caressed the mark with his strange black wand. “I do. You will be my eyes and ears for anything that I need or want to know. I am not going to be a cruel Master as no doubt you are used to, but I am demanding. Do you understand?”

          “How?” Severus choked out at the boy that paralyzed him with fear.

          “I’ve had a tutor for some years that has taught me what I needed to know. When my Hogwarts letter came it afforded me the freedom to use my magic more freely and a wand helps tremendously.”

          “That’s…that’s not the wand you purchased from Ollivander.” Severus stated hesitantly.

          “No, it isn’t. Severus, show me to your rooms; I’d like to have a seat.”

          Snape guided the boy to the portrait that guarded his rooms. He eyed the boy before saying his password, but felt it would not matter in the least whether he tried to maintain his privacy. He walked into his rooms a little more relaxed being in personal familiar surroundings. He sat in a winged back chair near the hearth and eyed the boy who had put his wand away upon entering his quarters. Harry proceeded to the couch and sat. He sprawled in a comfortably relaxed pose that made it seem like he was off guard, but Severus knew danger when he saw it, and Harry Potter was danger incarnate.

          “What do you want from me?” Severus asked.

          “I already told you that, information and other things,” Harry eyed the man lewdly and licked his lips.

          “I am not a pedophile Mr. Potter.”

          “I don’t need you to be. I just need you to have a hard cock and I can take care of that with a spell. You don’t even have to be conscious. If you prefer?” Harry sounded almost gracious offering Snape a rape.

          “You are not what I or Albus expected. Who was your tutor?”

          “I don’t think I will tell you, but I will tell you that you will be my right hand. I don’t trust you by any stretch of childish imagination, but you will serve me well. I’ll be in touch.” Harry flicked his wand as he left the rooms and Severus realized he was back in his apartments and hardly remembered the walk there. He poured himself a brandy and contemplated Harry Potter in Slytherin house for the next seven years.



          Harry sat in defense reading a highly inappropriate book on magic with sexual elements. He was interested in the heightening of power with sexual energy. All the times his Uncle pounded his ass he could have been casting some pretty wicked spells. His wandless ability was still too weak to do anything major, but if him getting sexed could change that he was for it.

          Harry zoned in and out of the stuttering lecture by his defense teacher, Professor Quirell. Queer was right with that ridiculous turban on his head. He was English for Queen’s sake. He was almost ready to walk out, because his head was hurting like mad, and the stuttering was just a bit much for anyone to put up with for a lecturer. How did the man get his job? Finally, Harry reached his limit of pain and boredom, stood and left the classroom with book in hand. He didn’t turn when the Professor called for him and just kept walking until he made it back to his dorm.

          Harry lay in the bed relaxing and enjoying the comfort that his new school provided when the dorm door burst open and Malfoy strode in with a fierce sneer.

          “Potter, you lost us twenty points today.” Malfoy was even more chuffed when Harry only shrugged from his vantage on the bed. Malfoy approached the bed at almost a dead run, but Harry pulled his wand and made the boy float above him as he stared in his face.

          “Malfoy, no I shall call you Draco, I had a beastly headache and the man was grossly boring. Would it help if I apologized for my behavior?”

          Draco was taken aback and stopped flailing for the moment. “You could apologize to the Professor, but we still lost points.”

          Harry laughed lowly, “Oh, no, I meant would you feel better if I apologized to you, you seem quite enraged. It was Prof. Quirell’s fault, entirely, that any student would walk out. He should be offended, highly. I know I was to have to sit through his class.” Harry smiled up to the other boy above him.

          “Potter, put me down and I did not give you leave to use my given name.”

          “But Draco I thought you wanted to be my friend.” Harry moved his wand in a motion that caused the boy to begin to descend from the air right on top of Harry. “I want to be your friend.”

          Harry closed his arms around the blond boy and he kissed him. Draco was too shocked to struggle or pull away. His brain had completely shut down with the pressure from Harry’s lips.

          “Oi! What are you two doing?” Ron’s voice rang as he looked at the two boys in an intimate embrace. Draco started to struggle and Harry moved his mouth away but still held the blond in his arms.

          “Having a snog, want to join?” Harry asked, which set Draco off where the kiss had made him freeze. Harry kept hold of the boy and stared at Ron for an answer.

          “The Weasleys and Malfoys are blood enemies.” Ron stated and was incredulous when Harry laughed and asked his question again. “We’re enemies, Harry.”

          “Listen Ron, I am not asking you to bond with the guy, just whether you want to get a little three way snog going. It’ll be fun.” Ron looked confused rather than offended or disgusted with the offer.

          “Potter, you cannot offer me out like I am your possession. This is unwarranted and demeaning.” Harry kissed him again and he froze once again, but after a few moments melted into the other pair of lips. Draco was shocked when he felt a hand in his hair, when there were still two arms holding. His head was lifted by the hand in his hair and he saw that Ron had indeed taken the invitation. Ron kissed him slowly, but firm, like he was trying to prove something. He softened after Draco joined in as a willing participant.

          Ron drew back after a few moments and looked at Harry. Harry smiled darkly and leaned in and kissed Ron deeply. Draco watched the pair and felt himself harden at the erotic sight of two people he should definitely not be in this situation with. The other two boys separated and turned to Draco. He took a deep breath and waited for them to do something. He didn’t wait long, Harry came into capture his lips and Ron went for his neck and Draco wanted to melt into a cauldron of goo.

          They were deeply engrossed with their activity with Harry kissing Draco’s neck past his loosened tie and Ron attached to Draco’s lips. Harry had worked the shirt tails out of Draco’s pants and had his hands caressing the supple flesh of the boy’s lower back.

          “What in Merlin are you boys doing? This is…this is…” Severus Snape was at a loss, walking in on a pile of first year boys locked in highly inappropriate behavior. “Stop this right now!” Snape walked to the boys who looked too involved to take heed of his command. Who he saw was even more shocking as he got closer and realized that the three boys involved were Weasley, Potter, and Malfoy. He pulled them apart and could not speak for several moments as he stared at a frazzled Draco, red faced Ron, and a smug Potter. He dropped the boys and did something he had never done before, “thirty points from Slytherin for inappropriate behavior.”

          Harry smiled up at his head of House, “There is nothing in the school charter about snogging. I object to points being taken when a rule hasn’t been broken. We’re healthy boys, why can’t we do a little snogging?”

          “That may be Mr. Potter, but when you three miss class because of it, you are breaking a rule. You have detention with Prof. Quirell tomorrow evening for walking out his class without a word. Now clean yourselves up and get to lunch.” Snape stormed out of the boy’s dorm and left the others looking a little scared, except for Harry.

          “Don’t get your knickers in a twist; I’ll have the points back by the end of the day. Come back here blondie.” Harry put his arms out and Draco shrugged and fell back into the raven haired boy’s arms again.

          Harry waited by the hearth in Snape’s quarters for the man to make an appearance. It was an hour past curfew and when the man showed up at his apartments. He took off his outer robe and threw it off across the back of the couch. He stopped as he sensed the intruder. He looked around until his eyes fell on the boy sitting in his chair.

          “Mr. Potter I could have you-”

          “Don’t bother, I am here to talk to you,” Harry flicked his black wand and gave Snape access to the blocked memories. “I need you to not be such a prude. I am a very active individual and might get caught snogging in the comfort of my dormitory. I think that is fair. And add fifty points back to our infamous house for something like proper use of leverage. You can clean that up how you like.”

          “You cannot do this Potter. I am here to keep you students safe and teach life lessons. I have to do my job.”

          Harry snorted, “Do you know how many students have called you a git, dungeon bat, and bastard because of your teaching methods and discipline bias? No, Severus, I can do this; just look the other way.” Harry approached the older man and invaded his personal space. “You could give me life lessons if you want to. I take cock rather well.”

          “I am not a pedophile Mr. Potter.”

          “You don’t need to be. I am what they call a ‘lolita’. I have appeal despite my age and it is something that defies age boundaries. I am going to let you keep your memory this time so that you know who you are dealing with. Don’t be a tattle-tale okay.” Harry left out the door and Snape fell into a bottle of thirty year old scotch he was saving for just such an occasion. A mid-life crisis.

          Harry sat waiting on his stuttering Professor to show up for his detention. His anger at the Headmaster expressing his disappointment in Harry earning a detention this soon gave Harry a hankering to curse him. Harry questioned whether the man was senile or just too crafty, but he knew Albus Dumbledore had too much power to be on his bad side. His head hurt right beneath his scar suddenly. He rubbed and turned as he heard the door to the room close and Quirell moving towards the front of the classroom.

          “Mmm…Mr. Potter, I-I am vvvery ooooffended that you w-would leave my class w-wwwithout word.” The sentence looked like it hurt the man for it to pass his lips. Harry rolled his eyes.

          “Professor, you were boring and hard to understand it was your own fault that someone would walk out. How long will we be here tonight?”

          “W-wwwhy you im-im-impertinent-”

          Quirell didn’t finish his statement, because Harry pulled his wand, the legal one, and stunned the teacher. Harry watched the man fly into the front wall of the classroom and looked at his wand quizzically. “Bloody wand takes too much magic, huh.”

          Harry walked over to the professor lying face down on the floor and sneered at the ugly, useless turban. He kicked at it and it fell away. Harry was really confused at what he saw. A pair of red eyes, in the back of the defense professor’s bald head was looking at him. They were completed with a shriveled nose and mottled mouth. He wanted to retch when the face started to talk.

          “What have you done to my vessel boy? I’ll destroy you.” Harry was stunned at the statement. He decided to be like any other boy and poke it like a dead worm. He touched the head/face and they both yelped.

          “Bloody hell! That hurt. What the hell are you?”

          “I am the Great Lord Voldemort and I shall destroy you Potter.”

          “Why?”

          The face looked taken aback by the simple question. It then did an impression of its host. “B-Because of the prophesy.”

          “What prophesy?”

          “The one Severus overheard Trelawney spouting in the Hog’s Head. It was between the Potter’s and Longbottom’s. I must destroy you because you could be my equal and have power that I do not. I cannot have you interfering with my plans for the capture of the Philosopher’s Stone.”

          “It’s here at Hogwarts?”

          “Yes, heavily guarded, but I shall use this host to gain it and destroy all my enemies.”

          “Huh.” Harry looked at the sneering face and touched the visage again. It burned and Voldemort screamed. Harry lifted his touch making a decision. “I’ll get it for you, but for a price.”

          “What is it and why?”

          “Evan Rosier has been my teacher,” Harry wanted to snicker at the shock on the face. “He has guided me in the ways of your cause, but you are completely insane; you know this, yes?”

          “I am not insane you insolent whelp. I am older and have seen things that would make the eyes melt from your face, boy.”

          “But you are a parasitic entity without a body trying to gain a body once again; am I correct? Yes, I thought so. I would like an alliance to improve much of the problems that exist in our world, but your ‘condition’ would need to be corrected beforehand. So I’ll be in touch. Keep your mouth shut to your host. I wouldn’t want to have to touch you again; you look a bit singed.”

          Harry pointed his wand at the Professor and cast ennervate and told the man about the productive detention writing lines. He left the Professor slightly confused with a queer look on his face.

          Harry bumped into personified trouble on his way back to the dungeons. The Weasley twins had been pranking their wayward brother Ron for joining the snakes. It was mild, lacking any true hatred of their sibling. Harry smiled as they grinned and flanked him. He was not afraid of the trouble twins in any way, if anything he was attracted to their looks. He thought on Ron and brought them in closer to his person. He ran a hand up both their sides while grinning.

          “And what are you two up to this fine evening?”

          “Not much snakey Potter,”

          “Just a bit of personal mischief. Do you,”

          “Happen to know where our brother is?” The twin’s speech pattern was somewhat confusing, but Harry thought it was endearing.

          “Let’s have a little fun of our own. Ron’s sleep now, for sure, but I definitely am not.” He lowered his hands to near their groins and gave a little squeeze. He decided to guide their little group to an alcove. The two third years had grins on their faces. Harry pressed one to the wall and groan as the other molded to his back. Harry pulled the twin in front down for a kiss and moaned at the eager tongue that invaded his so willingly.

          A hand undid his school robes and pulled it from his body. Harry didn’t have to do the same to the casually dressed twins. He snaked a hand up a jumper and thrust into the hand at his groin. Harry and the twins were creative in their all-inclusive play. No one was left without any satisfaction in their snogging and groping session. Harry was panting breathlessly as his pants were lowered and he was lifted in a lap. His legs were spread and a mouth engulfed his turgid flesh. Harry wanted to scream his pleasure, but his brain still worked enough to know that it would give their activities away. The pair of hands holding him on his lap tweaked his nipples stimulating him more. He felt the finger that caressed his opening and moaned deeply.

          “Yes, oh, yes please.” He said breathlessly.

          “Gred, I do think that little Harry here is no stranger to the carnal pleasures.”

          “No, brother mine, I think he is not.” Harry was hoisted a little higher until a tongue was thrust against the tight opening of his ass. Harry lost it. He pushed down on the thrusting muscle piercing his opening. He wanted to pass out with amount of pleasure coursing through his body.

          “He’s ready, brother mine, want first dibs?”

          Harry was maneuvered onto the floor of the alcove onto his knees. He was fed cock on one end while another pushed in to his hungry ass. He didn’t choke as the cock in his mouth entered his throat and a hand kept him in place. Harry wanted to pass out as the cock in his ass hit that little lust button in his channel. Harry’s vocal chords vibrated with the intent to moan, but the obstructed airway kept the sound down. The twin above him mimicked the movements of the rear twin. Harry came rather suddenly and unexpected. He clenched around both cocks losing consciousness for several moments. He was given a much needed breath of air before his mouth was filled again, joined by jets of spunk as the twin above him came down his throat.

          The twin at his rear kept going. He pounded into harry with a fervor that had the boy at the edge of climax again. Harry wondered where two thirteen year old boys learned such stamina. He had only expected a good snogging, but his ass felt so good he wanted to melt to the floor with gratitude. He came once again, with the twin in him following closely after him. Harry fell to his stomach and grinned like a loon in satiation.

          “Where did you both learn how to fuck like that?”

          “There’s a little club here at Hogwarts and you just earned yourself an invitation, Potter.” The twin that finished first spoke above him.

          “I accept if I get more treatment like this.”

          Harry stumbled into his dorm room and to his bed with a stupid, insipid grin on his face. He fell into bed with only a cleansing spell to keep him from mucking up his linen. He looked up to the ceiling of his canopy and froze. A very rare breed of South American arachnid was staring down at his body. Harry swore and cast a silencing spell around his bed.

          The spider fell to the bed and morphed into the form of his teacher Evan Rosier. Evan had a scowl on his face.

          “You are shameless. You have been to school but three days and you are corrupting the youth here. I should punish you.”

          “I would enjoy any physical punishment and be resentful of any genuine correction for my amorous actions.”

          “Have you even been studying?”

          “Of course, I do it during classes along with my homework.” Harry paused and looked at his teacher in the eyes hard before he spoke again. “Your master is riding the defense professor like a parasite. He seems to be after the philosopher’s stone. Dumbledore has hidden it here in the castle. I’ve agreed to help him.”

          “You have seen My Lord. Was he well?”

          Evan’s desperation and adoration was disgusting to Harry for a moment. He respected the man too much to accept his loyalty to the creature he saw tonight.

          “Evan, he is a parasite. He is like a tick on a dog. What could you possibly admire about that thing?”

          Evan looked taken aback but answered. “He was so handsome and charismatic that you could not enter a room with him and not follow him with your eyes. He enhances all around him to be more than they are. His passion for preserving our way of life is inspiring. I love my Lord.”

          Harry had a hard time accepting that the person described by his tutor was the same parasitic entity attached to his defense professor. Harry decided to reserve judgment until he had freed the thing from its dependency. He shrugged for his mentor to show he sort of understood, but was not totally convinced.

          “Let’s go to bed Evan.” Harry pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed and Evan lay down and spooned Harry’s back. They were asleep soon after their heads hit the pillow.

          Harry was contemplating plans to steal the stone and the books with the recipes to use the artifact to do what he needed. He was ignoring his potions lecture, because Evan had drilled him in everything from dreamless sleep to veritiserum. He wanted to cleanse the dark lord of the obvious taint of the black magic, but still let him immerse himself in the Dark Arts. It was a hard balance and most did not succeed, unless they had support or major restrictions. Harry doodled on his parchment a complex runic spell for magical control and cleansing. He did not see Snape’s approach until the shadows fell over his notes.

          “It seems Mr. Potter is not interested in the information I am paid to provide. Would you like to teach the class as it seems like you must know the material far better than I, to not be listening?” Harry smirked and took the snarky offer and moved to the front of the classroom.

          “Hello, I’m Harry and I’ll be teaching you about Angelica or Anglica archangelica. It is often used in the making of healing potions, but can also be used in talismans for protection. When using it for a healing potion it is important that it is not used with any alkaloid plants such as milk weed or mandrake. It can cause some nasty burns which is what it is supposed to cure.   A fun fact about this versatile plant is that without it the potion known as felix felicitous, the luck potion, could not be successful. Angelica has magical properties that cause peaceful feelings and relaxation to a wizard. So you must handle the plant with a special protective charm on your hand, because you need your wits about you when you are in the brewing lab. Have I missed anything Professor?” Harry smile at the scowling man, but was shocked by what the man said next.

          “Twenty points to Slytherin, at least someone studies in this school.” Snape went back to the rest of his lecture and ignored the now rapt attention of his guest lecturer.

          Snape called to Harry to stay after class. “Mr. Potter, I would like you to brew me a potion. Anything you would like, just brew something. You will have access to my personal stores. You have two hours.” He flicked his wand and a cupboard opened and Harry went to work. He did not think about what he grabbed, but figured that he might as well work on his project for Voldemort. He pulled an old tome from his backpack and worked diligently for the next two hours. He cut, chopped, stirred and wrote his observations, until Snape cleared his throat and called his attention to him.

          “Mr. Potter your time is up.”

          Harry looked up from his crucial work and spoke, “Professor I know you gave a specific time frame, but could I have twenty more minutes for the formula to set, before I present my potion. It is rather temperamental.”

          “Mr. Potter, you were supposed to pick something that could be done in the time frame from established formulas.”

          “I agree Sir, but I tweaked the formula with pepper tree and you know that it causes anything to thin so I needed to add a thickening agent and it is almost ready. I could tell you what I made if you would like while we wait to test it?”

          Snape nodded his head in agreement. “I made a dark magic cleansing potion, Bram’s Back. It is a rather noxious concoction, but the pepper tree lowers the toxins by thinning it out for the simmering phase. I added feverfew to thicken it as it cools so that the concentration would double, but without the toxic taste or draining effects.”

          Snape was stunned that any first year would make Bram’s Back in the presence of any authority. It was not only a restricted potion by the Ministry but it was a level one guild restricted brew. Severus had only just gotten authorization to brew it from his guild’s officials and this boy had just improved on the formula. It made Snape slightly aroused.  Snape looked at the enigma that was Harry Potter and wanted to flee the room and tell Albus he was a madman for thinking he could manipulate the boy. The spells Harry placed upon him kept him where he was and assessed a level of calm to his panicked thoughts.

          “How do you intend to test such a volatile potion? I am sure you are aware that it is far beyond your supposed skill level and classification.”

          Harry smirked and tested the consistency of his potion. He dipped a vial in the cauldron and poured it into a conjured goblet. He handed it over to the Professor. “Bottoms up, sir.”

          Snape sneered, but felt the compulsion to take the potion and swallow. He was scared that the boy had just poisoned him, until the warmth started to flow through him and he knew he wasn’t dying, but felt energized. He looked at his hands and saw the skin there more taut and supple. He touched his face feeling the same effects. He conjured a mirror and gasped at the visage that looked back at him. He had never remembered himself looking this youthful. The frown lines that he had carved into his face early in life were gone. The broken nose that his Father had made him keep because he had lost a fight was straight and unhooked. He looked like a different person.

          Harry observed his work and was satisfied with the initial results. He moved forward and flicked his wand to disrobe his Professor. Snape gaped in protest, not being able to express his displeasure to this impudent boy. Harry ignored the indignation and examined the muscle tissues and texture of the man’s flesh. Snape wanted to hit the hands away from their probing, but as he caught sight of his new body he was simply paralyzed in shock. His skinny form was now more broad and muscled, but it was lean like if he had lived a healthy life full of physical activity and sport.

          “I am sure you did not realize the amount of taint in your system. I don’t think that there should be any side effect from the potion, except that it did far better than I expected. Thank you for your assistance. If you could go get a checkup with the matron and share the results with me I would highly appreciate it.” Harry waved his wand in a complicated pattern and the cauldron transformed into a cast iron jar. He placed a stasis spell on it to keep it fresh and shrunk it. He put his notes in his back pack and left the Professor in a semi-catatonic state in front of the conjured mirror.

          Harry knew the minute that Professor Snape entered the Great Hall for dinner. The quiet murmurs of conversations went quiet and then noise burst like a firework in the silent hall. All the conversations were of who was sitting in Snape’s seat at the head table and then someone making the connection that it was Snape, not some stranger.

          Dumbledore stood through the noise and spoke. His voice boomed to subdue the students’ eager chatter. “Students please quiet down. Professor Snape had a fortuitous breakthrough in his personal research. Let us all congratulate him on a job well done.” Dumbledore led the student body and shocked staff in a round of applause that was a slow build. Harry wanted to laugh his head off at the thought of the crushes that were about to be launched. The Slytherin table was uncharacteristically chatty about their Head of House.

Ron leaned over to Harry, “Hey mate, my brothers are looking at you. You should watch out. Their pranks are not fun. What do you think of Professor Snape?”

          “I think he looks brilliant.”

          “Yeah, me too.” Ron went back to his full plate and listened to the conversation around him, and eyeing his brothers for any signs of mischief.

          Harry was watching from a shadowy corner as Professor Quirell approached the third floor on a moving staircase. He had already figured out a way to subdue the three headed dog, but it seemed that Quirell had not. He was snapped at by the large animal several times as he inched back out the door. Harry didn’t see what the defense master had tried. He watched the man head back down the stairs and towards the Great Hall. Halloween was the perfect time to handle this task.

          Soon Harry heard a commotion and an announcement that everyone should head to their common rooms immediately. Harry went to action quickly across the hall to the door. He cast a spell that sounded at a level that only the animal could hear. While the dog whined in a corner of the large entry room, Harry slipped down through the trap door that was revealed when the dog moved. He saw a black writhing plant and smiled at the simplicity of whoever thought it was clever to use devil's snare. He cast a solar light spell and the plant receded and he floated down into another room. He came to a giant wizard chess board and groused at not having time enough. He cast the tickling jinx at all the pieces and walked right past the obstacle. He came to a locked door and wanted to curse it but knew he couldn’t. He looked up and saw hundreds of keys floating in the air, he muttered under his breath at trying to capture the right key, “bugger that.” He examined the door carefully and cast diagnostics on its enchantments and smiled. He hit the hinges with his wand and put the door to the side. Another obstacle through and he was staring at wall of flames. He also saw a potion vial filled with what looked like water on a pedestal like it just happen to be there. He drank it and moved through the flames to come face to face with his quarry. The stone looked bright blue with star sparkles in it. It sat on a pedestal. Harry didn’t waste time contemplating the poor security. He had to get out before someone found him here. He snatched the stone and replaced it with a look alike and left the way he came. He exited the room right as Snape rounded the corner and was snapped at by the large dog. It looked as if it caught the Professor’s ankle, until it was stung on the nose by a frantic hex.

          Harry rushed back down toward the dungeon keeping to the shadows until he heard a shrill scream. He stopped and decided to use this as an excuse to be out of his common room. He followed the sound for the distress call to a girls’ bathroom and a huge mountain troll. He looked past the troll in the door of the lavatory and saw a girl with Gryffindor robes cowering under a sink. The troll seemed undecided as to whether he wanted to club her or stomp her. He decide on the club. He swung the big limb at the fixtures tearing them from the wall and saw he missed the girl because she scrambled into a stall. Harry took action and cast a cutting hex at the trolls’ ankles, causing the creature to fall to one knee and start to ooze blood. He levitated the club out of reach and went after the girl. She was crying and huddled in the last stall. He grabbed her arm and hauled he up and out, right before the troll lashed out at the wall of stalls. They fell like dominoes towards the first years. Harry got them out the way and flicked his wand to club the troll with a vengeance. The troll went down with no further trouble. The teachers showed up just as the girl and he emerged from the bathroom. Dumbledore looked shocked at the bleeding troll with an obvious skull caved in. Snape just stayed silent knowing the boy was fully capable on taking a troll down. McGonagall pursed her lips at seeing her Gryffindor with a Slytherin out of house.

          “Explain yourself Ms. Granger,” McGonagall spoke harshly.

          “I was upset after some of the boys insulted me so I ran to the loo, but then that creature came and I was trapped. He saved me.” She pointed to Harry.

          “Mr. Potter, and you, explain.”

          “I was on the seventh floor when the announcement was made to head to your houses. The Weasley twins had caught me before dinner. It took some time for the prank to where off. I heard her scream and came to look and saw the troll about to kill her. I took action.”

          Dumbledore’s face lit up at his statement, “Very good my boy. I would say fifty points to Slytherin for bravery and chivalry.” The two head of Houses took charge of their students and escorted them back to their common rooms. Harry whispered to Snape that he would be by later to chat. Snape only nodded and headed back to help with troll clean up.

          Harry walked into Snape’s quarters to see the man slumped on the floor. He immediately went to the man’s aid. He turned the man over to survey what was wrong. He heard the heavy breathing and pained groans. He remembered the bite and reached for the Professor’s leg. He ripped the torn fabric further for a whole view of the man’s leg. He saw a festering wound that oozed pungent pus. Harry exclaimed as he ran from the professor’s quarters to the lab. He completely blasted through the man’s safety wards to grab ingredients. He levitated what he couldn’t carry back to Snape’s quarters. Harry reentered to see Snape barely breathing. Harry panicked. It wasn’t like he could sound the alarm without someone asking how he found the man and why was he out of bed.

          Harry cast a diagnostic spell, the only one he knew for medical use, and saw that Snape was having an allergic reaction. Great, Harry thought, the man has an animal allergy or that fucking dog is diseased. Harry grabbed a bezoar and placed in Snape’s mouth to give him more time. He conjured a mortar and pestle and started mashing ingredients. Fifteen minutes later he had a green paste that he slathered on the wound. It started to fizz and Snape spit the bezoar out onto the floor.

          “Sir, you need to send for help. That is only going to work for a minute I don’t know what else might be wrong.” Harry pulled the man to a sitting position. Snape pulled his wand and took a deep breath before he cast a patronus and it lopped out through the wall.

          “Go Mr. Potter, someone will be here in moments. Do not get caught.” Harry left quickly only to hide in an alcove with a view of the door. He waited until someone came for him. The Matron showed up quickly and soon had Snape floating out of the door behind her rapidly retreating form. Harry went back to the dorm and bed.

          The next morning Harry entered the Great Hall and was relieved to see Professor Snape scowling as usual and looking like nothing else had happened the night before. He scanned the head table and no one seemed out of sorts. Harry assumed his theft had been proven only an attempt and not a success. Harry nodded his head at his Head of House and got one in return. He began his breakfast and started planning out dealing with the stone hidden in his belongings.

          When Harry finished his breakfast and was accosted by twin mischief makers. He was blind folded and led somewhere. He was sitting hoping that the twins were going through all this pomp for some very stimulating fun. It didn’t seem like it took a very long time to get to their destination. Harry only knew that they had taken a number of stairs up and a short amount down.

          When the blind fold came off, he had to squint at sudden light. It took him moments to adjust and then he saw he was in a room. The room was occupied by a dozen other students. Most looked like they were upper years.   Harry smiled at the curious looks from the others. One boy, a fifth year, stood from a couch and walked over to Harry and the grinning twins.

          “We brought a,”

          “New member,” said the twins triumphantly.

          The boy looked handsome to Harry. He was tall and broad in the shoulders. He wore a simple over robe, as well as everyone else there, except for the twins and himself.

          “You brought Harry Potter to our club,” the boy sounded incredulous. “Are you two crazy?”

          Harry felt offended by the boy’s tone and accusation. He walked to the boy and looked him up and down in a sizing manner. He reached out and pulled the tie holding the robe closed. He smirked at the squeak that came forth from the other boy. He was naked underneath.

          “I don’t know guys, if this is what you have on offer I might just have to pass and find my own fun.” Harry spoke to the twins while staring his fill of the boy in front of him. He turned his back to look at Fred and George with a dramatic eyebrow raised in question.

          Fred and George shook their heads frantically at him, “No!”

          “Grant’s just a wanker.”

          Harry laughed at the comment and the offended noise of the boy behind him. He turned back to the others. “Am I not welcome?” He started to disrobe in front of the watching students. Once he stood in his birthday suit, he smirked at the gobsmacked others.

          Grant smothered a moan as he looked at Harry disrobed. His eyes traced the smooth lines of Harry’s body. His cock rising as the boy turned to be inspected. He could not reconcile this sexual creature with the rumors and information the public had heard about him. Grant should have known that when Harry was sorted in to Slytherin the boy wasn’t what was expected.

          “So what does this club do exactly?” Harry crossed his arms and smiled at his gawkers.

          “We bugger each other,” a brave girl stood in a silk robe with her hand resting in another boy’s lap.

          “Well, let’s get to the buggering.” Harry turned on Grant and grabbed his cock, smiling.

          “Harry we actually have a system. We like to play games.” Fred spoke up as him and his brother disrobed.

          “Yeah it makes it fun.”

          “Oh!” Harry said, and then pointed his wand at his clothing transfiguring them into a robe to slip over his nakedness. “What’s the first game?”

          “It’s a dice game that we invented. We throw the two dice and an action and a body part are paired. The dice will provide anything needed to complete the task.” Fred and George threw a pair of dice across the floor and restraint and cock were featured as the directives. A cock ring popped into existence, and then someone started glowing a bright blue color. Grant looked like Christmas came early. He quickly snatched up the cock ring and pulled it down his erect member. A girl glowing red scrambled forward and started to fellate the boy. He moaned and writhed as his orgasm was held from him, but he was obviously happy about it. Soon the girl pushed him down on some cushions and mounted him quickly. She rode the boy for long minutes until a little buzz went off and the cock ring burst into little sparkles and Grant cried out in ecstasy as he came. She slumped above him and someone picked the dice up again to throw them.



          It was some hours later when Harry reentered the Slytherin common room. He faced an angry Draco and Ron with a sated smile at his two friends.

          “Hullo, how are you this fine evening?” He asked them jovially.

          “Don’t you dare Potter!” Draco exclaimed, “We have been waiting for you for hours.”

          “The twins kidnapped me and showed me things that a boy could enjoy very much.”

          “You look like you could use a nap. I always feel that way when the twins get a hold of me.” Ron said as he guided his friend to their dorm room.

          “What do you mean Ron?” Harry asked.

          “I mean they need a test subject and I am the only younger brother and Mum would have their hide if they did anything to Ginny, the only girl and baby.”

          “So they tried the dice on you?”

          “Great Merlin you played that game with them. How are you still walking?”

          “There was a group of us so I wasn’t the only recipient,” Harry answered as he stripped his clothing off and landed face down in bed. “Goodnight mates.”

          He closed his curtains and sealed them. Moments later he felt large firm hands apply pressure to his back and start to massage the aches out of his body. Evan lay a kiss against his temple as worked all of Harry’s body until the boy was in a coma like state. He rubbed himself against Harry until he came and licked the mess from the boy’s back. Another kiss to the temple and he settled into his animagus form in the corner of the canopy.

          Harry wiped his brow as he looked into his cauldron. He looked at his potions teacher and straightened for a moment. “I know that I am borrowing your personal lab, but must you hover so?”

          Snape scowled at the boy across from him, “I do not like anyone in my personal space and to have an untrained brat making potions on level with a master, I wish to observe so you do not blow the castle up. The Headmaster would not appreciate it.”

          Harry huffed in frustration, “I could just stupefy you and put you in a corner, but I may need your help. Are you aware of what I am making?”

          Snape nodded his head, “Yes. You're making the base for the elixir of life, but I fail to see how it will work without the sorcerer’s stone.”

          Harry smirked and dropped in a blue stone and the elixir started to turn a brilliant gold with pearlescent swirls throughout. Snape nearly collapsed at the finished product was taken off the fire.

          “How in Merlin did you get that?” He asked the boy in front of him.

          “I am a boy of many talents and I would not mind showing you some of my more carnal ones.” Harry winked at the stoic professor and smiled as the man’s scowl deepened.

          “How many times do I have to tell you I am not a pedophile, Mr. Potter?

          “How about I suck your cock in celebration of a potion well done? It can be my reward for not blowing up the castle.”

          “I have never been attracted to cheek either, Mr. Potter.” Snape flicked his wand and several crystal vials floated to the work table top. “Why have you made this potion? I would expect you to want to aid the Headmaster in his quest to keep the stone safe.”

          “You would be wrong. People like Albus Dumbledore have no hind sight or foresight. They have high ideas, but apply them against the wrong situations as solutions or methodology. There is a problem with muggles and wizards interacting and muggleborns flooding our culture with theirs, and not really giving being a true wizard a chance. Voldemort had the right idea, but he was stark raving mad. Dumbledore had good intentions, but it is highly manipulative and short sighted. That is why I shall fix the situation.”

          “And how will you do that?”

          “Oh, no Severus, darling, you won’t fuck me, so I can’t trust you. It may seem like I am just being a precocious sexed up child to you, but you understand the nature of bonds. If a bond is made through coercion, pain, violence, or false hope they are weak and easily betrayed. Bonds forged through passion, love, mutual benefit, and any other positive aspects are stronger and loyalty can be assured.”

          “This does not fully explain why I should engage with you in a sexual manner.”

          “Severus, I know that you made a vow to protect me. Your shields as shite against me, however I admire the love you felt for my mother. She was exceptional by all accounts on record of her from her OWLS, NEWTS, and even her job as an unspeakable. You cannot harm me, but I would like for you to join my plans and my confidence. By engaging in sexual activities it could heightened a loyalty bond and magic likes a good climax.”

          Severus looked at the youth in front of him and looked as if he were contemplating the others words. He seemed to shake his head and dismiss his thoughts and pasted a scowl on his face. “You cannot hope to control two of the most powerful wizards in the world. You are just a child.”

          “’And a child shall lead them’. Severus I intend to take control of the dark mark and turn Voldemort into a puppet. Dumbledore is so used to playing the humble school teacher that he lets too much fall through the cracks. Well, let me tell you he let me fall in the bloody Marianas Trench and he’ll pay for it.”

          Harry checked the temperature of the potion and placed it into the prepared vials. He grabbed several other vials he had been working on throughout the week that Snape could not identify. He postulated that they were more of the boy’s original creations or improvements. Severus almost wanted to admire the boy for his ambition and cunning, and then he remembered that this boy was James Potter’s son and his heart hardened once more. He would do a lot to save Lily’s child, but he would not love him.

          Professor Quirell walked slowly back into the castle and towards his quarters. He was too tired to notice that his wards were down and he was not alone. His master had went into a dormant state after being fended off by the alpha unicorn of the herd they were tracking. He staggered as he lay down on his couch in front of the warm fire blazing. It brought back much needed warmth and feeling to his body.

          “Professor, I am terribly sorry to disturb you, but I have business with your master.” Harry came from a shadowy corner and faced his DADA professor.

          “Mr. Potter this is highly inappropriate. You must leave my personal quarters at once. I have no master.”

          “My, my, where is your charming stutter, Professor?”

          Quirell froze when he noticed that his diction had returned to normal. His Master’s dormancy had given him the power to control his own speech patterns again.

          “No matter, Professor, you do not need to be conscious for me to take care of my business with the Lord Voldemort.” Harry nodded his head and Severus shot a stunner at his colleague and then Quirell slumped down on the couch.

          “Turn him over and take that god awful turban off.” Severus complied with the orders and got his first look at what the Great Lord Voldemort had been reduced to. He was rather disgusted, but his fear made an appearance when his dark mark flared to life, by stinging harshly.

          “Ssseverus, what are you doing aiding the whelp of my enemies?”

          “Severus, don’t answer that. I think he’s cranky.” Harry giggle at the scowl from the dark lord. Harry took a deep breath and went to work, pulling out several vials, a large dusty tome, and a ceremonial dagger. He uncorked a dark green vial and cut his palm. He squeezed a good amount of blood into the potion and it bubbled for a moment then turned burgundy.

          “Make him drink this.” He handed over the vial to Severus and it was forced into Voldemort mouth. A small sizzling sound was heard and Harry approached the Dark Parasite and laid a hand against the thing’s skin. This time there was no burning sensation or aversion. “That is better now we can work properly. That was a potion to give you tolerance to me. I think that was a side effect of our previous encounter. Now the next couple of potions will hurt like hell.”

          Harry fed Voldemort the elixir of life. He watched as the face started to grow out of Quirell’s head. Voldemort’s body formed slowly, detaching from the DADA Professor’s body. Voldemort looked closer to a hundred years old not his seventy-odd years. Harry frowned at the state of the man’s naked body.

          “You’re rather old aren’t you? Well let’s fix that shall we?” Harry picked up the Bram’s Back and fed it to the Dark Lord. Moments later the man looked decades younger and healthier. His eyes were no longer red, but a mesmerizing hazel. His hair was shiny and black. It came to the man’s shoulders. He looked as if he were around mid-thirties, the same age as Severus.

          “How is this possible? Did you assist in this Severus?”

          “Only to observe, My Lord. The boy is the orchestrator of your resurrection.”

“None of that now, Severus. He was most helpful to me. He made sure I didn’t blow myself and the castle up.” Harry chuckled at the looks from the adults. “Severus, give him your wand. We need to check his magic.”

          Severus looked appalled at the order, but a hard look from Harry had him handing the hawthorn wand to Voldemort. Voldermort was too predictable and immediately tried to cast the killing curse at Harry. He was very disappointed when only a little poof of green smoke puffed from the end of the wand.

          “Oh, I forgot to tell you that ingesting my blood created a family link and you can’t harm me. Now try a lumos or something and give Severus back his wand. A grown man pouting is not attractive.” Voldemort did as he was bid and it worked properly and Harry nodded his head. Severus took back his wand and tucked it up his sleeve.

          “You will be magically weak for a while. All accounts say that this type of thing is hell on the core. Now to more permanent business.” Harry shot a stunner to the weakened Voldemort and smirked when he fell to the couch over Quirell’s still form. Harry started to disrobe and felt elated at the horror in the Dark Lord’s eyes.

          “Have you ever heard of a conservatorship? Well when people will loads of money are mentally ill or unstable a court can appoint someone to oversee their affairs. Well you have a great capacity of magical power. I will be setting myself up as your conservator. You are stark raving mad, but you are also useful, brilliant, and a charismatic leader. I will be entrusted with your affairs until you can function on your own.” Harry smiled at the shocked look on his potion professor’s face.

          Harry picked up a small pot with a red liquid and dipped his fingers in the little pot. He wrote several runes on Voldemort’s forehead, heart, limbs, and groin. When he was finished he picked up a vial with a clear, thick liquid. “I know that you have not done this in a while, but I will try to make it as enjoyable as possible.” Harry coated his fingers and moved them to the tight anus of the newly reborn Lord Voldemort.

          “Mr. Potter! You cannot possibly think to do this. It is depraved.”

          “Severus, how many women/men did you rape before your put your foot down and told your Lord no?” Harry asked as he ran his fingers around the outside of the Dark Lord’s ass.

          “I never told him no.” Severus answered and looked thoroughly chastised.

          Harry sank a finger into the hardened muscles and sighed. He looked up in the expressive eyes that took in his actions. “I have to take the hex off, but I have to bind you. I truly will try to make this a grand experience.” Harry quickly lifted the stunner and bound Voldemort to the couch, legs spread for his access. Harry tentatively touched Voldemort’s cock and the man gave a soft moan. Harry felt encouraged. He took the limp flesh in his mouth and suckled lightly. The cock in his mouth twitched immediately and started to harden. When Voldemort became a mouthful for Harry, he started to probe the man’s hole once more. It was far softer than under the stunner and Harry recoated his fingers with the lubricant. He added a little of the red liquid to it and sank a digit inside the Dark Lord. Voldemort jolted at the intrusion, but his erection did not flag in the least. He thrust forward into Harry’s mouth and was surprised when the boy did not choke or protest. He felt as if he was virgin once again as his climax came closer.

Harry felt the man’s orgasm approaching as well and did nothing to stop it. He had just let his finger stay still as Voldemort adjusted. Voldemort tasted of salty sweetness of a first wet dream. Harry swallowed the load filling his throat, but kept the turgid flesh in his mouth suckling gently to keep it from deflating easily. He pressed upward with his finger and found the nub that would make this a good experience for Voldemort’s virgin hole. He wanted to grin at the near scream, yelp that issued from the fearsome warlord. He added another finger and Voldemort pushed down on the probing appendages. He panted with desire and panic at the way this mere boy was playing his body like a master musician.

Severus Snape was hard pressed to keep his hands from his groin. He watched as Harry Potter made the most fearsome Dark Lord in a century writhe under his touch. Perhaps he was being a little hasty by spurning the boy’s advances. A large gasp from Voldemort had Severus refocusing on Harry’s specific actions. The boy was thrusting his fingers in and out of the man tied above him and tonguing his balls and taint.

The man was insouciant with pleasure assailing him. He barely noticed when Harry replaced his fingers with his hard cock. Harry was still a growing boy, so he had no worries about forcing Voldemort to take something to taxing. He angled for the man’s prostate and started to chant. The open book on the table to their side gave him the reminders he needed to make sure the chant was correct. A soft glow swelled around their joined bodies. It crested with them as Harry thrust harshly into the dark lord.  There was small pop as the magic took hold and Harry was now in control of Lord Voldemort’s magic. He collapsed against Voldemort’s chest, breathing heavily with his exhaustion. He looked up into the man’s eyes and penetrated into his memories quickly while the magic still lingered heavily. He took everything that was in Tom Marvolo Riddle’s mind and stashed it away into his mind.

“I will call you Marvolo since you hate your father’s name so much. We will do great things. I will help you succeed where you were led astray. Trust in me.” Harry stumbled to his feet and let the ropes fall from the man’s form. Voldemort did not even attempt to attack or berate the boy for what he did.

Harry cast a scan on Quirell and was not surprised when he was dead. He levitated the body to the roaring fire, after removing all the hair from the man’s head, and pushed it in. “Marvolo, use Quirell’s wand until you can locate Nagini to retrieve yours. Glamour yourself until Severus has time to make polyjuice. You finally have the position you always wanted.” Harry turned to Severus and grinned at the man leaning against the wall with his hands at his groin. “Severus, you can return to your quarters and let’s get some bloody sleep, shall we?”

Everyone in Hogwarts was exceptionally pleased with the turnaround of their DADA classes. Quirell’s stutter disappeared, along with the turban, and teaching methods improved. There wasn’t a first year Gryffindor or Slytherin that didn’t notice the attention and respect now boldly given to their teacher by Harry Potter. Harry stayed attentive and cordial to the professor that he had so boldly walked out on several times. Of course, this behavior made Dumbledore strangely suspicious, because he quite agreed with Harry about the incompetence of Quirell, but Albus had not found a way to lift that bloody curse on the position. He was desperate. He hoped that another attempt on the stone would be made to lure out Riddle and his accomplices, but if the stone remained safely hidden, maybe he could use the boy as bait.
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