His Son
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.
Warnings: Slash, evil Harry, not much else
His name was Harry. That was it. He belonged to the Dark Lord. He was his son and strongest supporter. My father didn't like that. He felt he was the best and should always be the best. But what could he do. A son is a son, and they always out rank your allies.
I've heard from a reliable source that he was really a Potter. I hear many of the adults talk about it in hushed tones. I don't really think Harry cares. He is as spoiled as I am and twice as tough. Voldemort killed his parent and took him in. Because he knew if he didn't, Harry would kill him.
We go to Hogwarts, only pure bloods and those our lord finds worthy may attend. Harry and I are more than worthy. We are the best. We are Slytherins. We are also lovers.
One of our few weaknesses and just one of our many strengths is our love. We are like Spartan warriors.
I wonder at night, when I'm in his arms, what would have happened if he hadn't been taken in. Would the war be over? Would we have friends? Would we be together? I don't think it really matters. Harry is too evil for thing to ever be different. I'm the only light in his life.