Hello! My name is Goodlaugh! (which is ironic because this is really not very funny at all...) This is my first Fanfiction Story so please be nice to me! :) Please rate and review, and I will write another chapter!
Disclaimer: I really wish I was a brilliant as JK Rowling, but alas- I am not her. I don't own Harry Potter!
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I am alone.
the darkness presses upon me from all sides
the silence ringing in my ears
silent tears cascade down my face
as I run my fingers desperately through unkempt hair
all I can think is,
Why me?
I am warm under the thick blanket
and yet I shiver in spite of myself
Let me awaken from this nightmare.
a small sob escapes my dry lips
I feel my grip tighten on the thin handle
slowly I raise the blade to my chest
I can feel my heart beating
Please, let me die... let it be painless...
I hold my breath and my tears cease
I sit very still and just listen to my breath
in, out, in, out
suddenly the knife slips out of my grasp
and I fall backwards
my limp hand aches from clutching so tightly
Why can't I do it? Please... Why can't I end it?
I hate myself even more now
for acting such a fool
not even able to dispose of the filth I am
Maybe I have too much self pity.
the thought makes me sick
and then it dawns on me
maybe the reason I must live is not for myself
but to save him
so he would never have to feel the pain I felt
pearls brim over my eyelids and I sob uncontrollably
my body shaking as I draw in great gasps for breath
He... he doesn't love me... anymore
my hand scrambles to the blade once more
and before I can think it is done.
the sweaty handle protruding from my chest
my vision blurs and I faint
fading into nothingness...
I vaguely recall seeing a light from behind my eyelids, all the pain lifted from my chest, and wondering if this was heaven. I felt myself being lifted into the air and listened to the rise and fall of another mans chest. I could feel cold hands clutching me close and then the feeling of pure bliss, like flying. But soon it was over and I felt the softness of a bed come in contact with my body, and the silk of sheets being wrapped tightly about me. And then rest, and sleep, and silence, and pure peace.
A voice began coaxing me from my deep slumber, at first I could not make out what it was saying, but then my own name filled my ears and I slowly awoke.
"Harry? Harry, please wake up. Come on now... Harry?" The voice had a lazy tone to it and I slowly forced apart my eyes to see one Lord Voldemort hovering above my face, smiling down at me.
I froze, unsure how I should react to this. I was dead. I killed myself only moments before, and then... I didn't even know what ad happened.
"You." I said after a moment. Not as a question or accusation, but as a fact.
"Me." He replied, still with an innocent smile plastered on his face. I tried to sit up but found I couldn't, I felt so weak.
"Why can't I-" I began, but as if he had read my mind (which he probably had) he said, "Because I don't want you to move. You're hurt enough."
"I'll be fine. Let me up!"
"No." he said so finally that I did not press the matter.
I decided to change the subject and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Depends on where you think 'here' is."
"Heaven?"
"Sadly, no. You are quite alive and in my bedroom."
Harry took this opportunity to look around while he thought of how to respond to this. He was in a massive bedroom that was colored in rich greens, grays, and blacks. The furniture was luxurious but well spread out through the massive space. There was a sofa and chairs beside a floor to ceiling window, (which was black with rain) a grand desk in the corner, an empty fireplace, and of course the bed, which was the focal point of the room. Other than that there were four unmarked and identical doors around the walls. Voldemort, who had been following Harry's eyes asked,
"Do you like it?"
I decided not to answer his question and instead asked,
"Did you kill them?"
"Who? Oh, your aunt and uncle? No, but they deserve it after what they did to you!"
I winced involuntarily, How much did he know?
"Do you want me to kill them Harry?"
I did not respond so he asked again.
"No."
Voldemort did not press the matter any further.
"Why didn't you kill me? Why aren't you killing me now?"
"Well actually, I arrived at the Dursley's with the full intention of killing you. But when I watched you sitting in the corner of your room wand-less and defenseless, trying to kill yourself with a kitchen knife, I changed my mind. But why did you do it?"
"Why?" I asked incredulously, "Because of everything! Ron and Hermione dead! Dumbledore betraying me! Having the whole world depending on me to kill you when I don't even want to! My aunt and uncle beating me and raping me! My boyfri-" I stopped short, in all my rage I had said too much. I quickly thought hard about nothing at all, trying to block my mind from Voldemort. I didn't want him to know. He looked at me with what looked like concern and then his hand was suddenly on my face. I cried out and tried to move away but he shushed me and I realized he was wiping away tears I didn't remember crying. He started to get up off the bed but my hand shot out and grabbed his robe. I looked at my hand in amazement at what I had done and he turned to look at me, bemused.
"Yes Harry?" He asked.
"N-nothing." I said, letting go as if he had burnt me.
He looked at me once more and turned to walk away. I sat up, realizing Voldemort had released the spell that had been holding me down.
"Wait!" I said, a hint of panic breaking in my voice.
"Yes Harry?" He repeated.
"Thank you." I said quietly, turning my eyes away from him.
He did not respond and I heard the door click shut behind him. I fell back into the pillows and drifted off in a restless sleep.
When I awoke later to find that the pounding of the rain had ceased, and sunlight now spiraled though the massive window. I crawled out of bed to find myself without a shirt. As soon as I thought this however, a clean set of simple jeans and a solid green t-shirt appeared before me. I quickly put them on and moved over to the window and looked down. I gasped. I was at least 40 stories high, looking down upon the most intricate and momentous garden I had ever seen. The building was about twice the size of Hogwarts and the gardens stretched almost all the way to the horizon. I soon became curious of the room I was in, (after all- it belonged to the Dark Lord himself!) so I began to explore the room, opening all the desk drawers and the night stand, even looking up the fireplace just for fun. I then tried to open the first of the doors and as I expected, it was locked, as was the second. The third door however, opened into a massive marble bathroom with a tub that looked more like a pool than anything else. The fourth door I found to be open as well, and I discovered a large library to be there. Voldemort's room was a house compared to Harry's little room at the Dursley's. Wanting to explore the library further, I started reading book titles, to find they all contained dark magic studies. I figured this must be he personal library. Eventually, I headed back in the room to find a tray of food at the food of the bed. I didn't feel to hungry so I moved the tray onto the floor and climbed back into the bed fully clothed. I felt a slight shift in the bed and my eyes snapped open to find a set of pale red ones about an inch from my face.
"Holy Shit!" I yelled, flinging myself backward and falling out of the bed.
Voldemort just laughed, a sound I had never heard come out of his lips before. He poked his head over the side of the bed to look down on me, sprawled on my back.
"Good morning!" he said cheerfully, pulling me up to my feet.
I couldn't even respond I was still in shock.
"I see you haven't eaten yet." He said, frowning.
"Yeah," I said, finding my voice again, "I was busy."
He raised an eyebrow at me "Too busy sleeping? Well whatever, just make sure it's gone by the time I get back. Also- be prepared to tell me about this 'boyfriend' of yours too."
My heart sank, why did I have to tell him anyway?
"Oh! And Harry, I want you to consider switching sides."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"We have always fought against each other, but you said yourself you don't want to fight me. So I am asking you to join me."
"Why would I join you?"
"Because I like you." He said simply, tipping up my head and planting a kiss squarely on my lips.
He then left me dumbfounded, and walked to the door, calling over his shoulder,
"I'll be back in an hour!"
I slid to the floor in pure shock and bewilderment touching my lips where he had kissed them. Then I remembered what he had said and began to eat the food he had left for me as I thought of what to say. Draco Malfoy had been my boyfriend for two years, up until the end of the school year. Draco was very much in the same position as I was, He had an abusive father. We got along well and loved each other very much but always had to meet in secret because our friends never understood we were no longer enemies. It was hard to keep up that double life but we managed very well for two whole years. Draco had invited me over to his house for the summer because his parents were vacationing in the tropics but his father came home early and was in such a rage that he tried to kill Draco. I fought with him and ended up killing him. Draco has refused to talk to me since except to tell me he could no longer love me. I know I shouldn't have interfered but I saved Draco's life. But I haven't seen him in almost a year now. I really didn't want to tell Voldemort any of this but I knew I would have to or else he would force it out of me. I sat on the floor for what seemed like ages, dreading his return. Then a thought crossed my mind, I could go take a shower and buy myself some time to think of how to answer Voldemort. I hurried into the bathroom and stripped, ignoring the pool sized bathtub to walk into a smaller, private shower, I took my time washing my hair with the expensive soaps provided there and when I was done I sank down onto the tile floor and let the water run over me. I let my mind wander over all that had happened in the past twenty four hours. From being saved and healed by Voldemort to being kissed by the man I thought was out to murder me. Why had Voldemort kissed me? Did he really 'like' me or was he just messing with me to piss me off? Just then the shower door slid open and Harry looked up to see a fully naked Lord Voldemort standing over him.
"As promised, I came back exactly one hour from when I left you!" He said.
"Why are you in my shower though!" I complained crossing my legs to hide myself from his hungry eyes.
"Your shower?" He said, raising his eyebrows, "Remember who's house you are in. Anyway, start talking. Who is this boyfriend that you are trying so hard to hide from me?"
"Can we get out of the shower first?" I said, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks as I glanced at his large penis. Clutching my legs even tighter together to hide my own. (Not that is was small or anything! I just didn't want some old man staring at it!)
"No we can't." He said firmly, "Talk before I force it out of you."
So at that I started explaining about Draco and what I had done, all the while sneaking glances at Voldemort's toned body as he washed himself above me. From his exceptionally lean features to his pale chest and muscular abdomen, and when I was sure Voldemort was not looking, everything below his waist. I soon finished talking about Draco and Voldemort finished bathing himself.
"Turn around," Voldemort said.
I did as I was told and moved so that I was sitting facing the wall away from Voldemort. Then Voldemort picked up a bar of soap and began washing my back as we talked.
"And have you thought about my question? Will you join me?"
I thought a moment and eventually said,
"Well, You did kill my parents. But I have forgiven you for that. And your followers have murdered my friends. And yet my friends have murdered you followers,"
As I talked, I felt Voldemort's soapy hands moving up onto my shoulders and down the front of my chest, massaging my muscles and teasing my nipples.
"But I am not sure I want to join you, I don't hate muggles. But I do agree that we would be better off not having them attack us and call us freaks like my aunt did to my mother."
His hands inched ever downward making big circles across my front as I relaxed, leaning into his chest,
"And Dumbledore abandoned me and you saved me. And Draco left me... and you kissed me... ahh!"
Voldemort's soap covered hand suddenly wrapped around my now erect member and he began to gently stoke it up and down.
"So is that a yes?" He said calmly, acting as if he weren't molesting me that very moment.
"Umm... I... I... Don't..." I stuttered, trying in vain to push his hand away as his other hand reached around to fondle my balls.
"Harry, do you like this? Does it feel good? Me rubbing your dick?"
"I Don't know... I just..." I babbled, blushing as he talked dirty to me.
Suddenly he stopped. I turned to look at him but could not read his expression.
"What do you want me to do? Harry?" He said teasingly.
"Don't stop." I mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Don't stop touching me," I repeated in a strong voice, "I like it."
He began the motion again with renewed vigor, pumping and fondling until I had squeezed my eyes shut and my breath came in ragged gasps. He then took one soapy wet finger and slid it up my ass. I cried out in surprise as I climaxed, spewing my seed all over his hands. He brought one of his fingers up and slid it into my mouth. I tried to protest but he kept it there until I had licked all my semen off it. He did the same with his other fingers and then stood up to leave.
"I want to join you." I said as he opened the shower door, not raising my eyes from the floor.
"I'm happy," said Lord Voldemort, "I want you."
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