Hi, I'm EightTailedFox.

Although I've been a longtime reader of fanfiction of multiple fandoms, this will be the first time I will be writing fanfiction of my own. I welcome reviews and ask that any criticism be constructive so that I may improve my writing. That being said, I'm writing this for my own satisfaction and pleasure so flamers will probably be ignored or mocked. There are a few things I hate and that's people who don't read warnings or read them and still keep reading and then have the audacity to complain about something they should have known from the beginning. If you don't like something such as slash, AU, OOC, or OMC/OFCs, then don't read the story. It's simple and no one is forcing you to read anything.

I'm not sure how regular my updates will be as I am very busy. However, I will try my best to update in a timely manner.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Regards.


Summary:

The Dark Lord had taken control of the Wizarding World after the Potters had died, and now, after 16 years of his reign, he is shocked by the appearance of a rare magical creature. He immediately desires to claim it for himself; however, he soon realizes how hard it is to tame such a wild being. But then, impossible has never stopped the Dark Lord before.

Hadrian has lived for most of his life hiding a secret that, if known, could mean his enslavement. When the Dark Lord discovers his secret, Hadrian flees. Yet even with his freedom on the line, Hadrian cannot stop being drawn to the Dark Lord. When Dumbledore makes an appearance, Hadrian struggles against the man who protects him but also says that Hadrian belongs to him.

Warnings: AU, HP/LV, HP/TMR, Slash


Chapter 1

Hadrian stood behind the counter of Walpurga's Books and Things bored and thinking of any mischief he could get into. The man who owned the magical creatures shop farther down the alley had struck a house elf he was trying to sell the other day and Hadrian was thinking of sneaking into the shop during the night and setting the creatures that the man kept in cages free. The only problem would be that Seshar would know that it had been him and would probably scold him.

The seventeen year old scowled thinking about Seshar, the owner of Walpurga's Books, who had left him in charge of the shop while he tracked down a rare book that a customer had asked him to find. While Seshar had taken Hadrian in, giving him a job and a place to stay, the half-naga always knew when Hadrian created mischief. The man that Hadrian looked upon as an older brother understood Hadrian's nature, but Seshar was also trying to teach him to restrain his impulses to create mischief whenever he was bored. Seshar worried that if anyone found out about Hadrian, he would be kidnapped or worse.

This worry over Hadrian manifested into scoldings and restrictions that Hadrian disliked but followed all the same. Such as right now, where Hadrian was not allowed to shift into his other form while Seshar was gone. Which was a pity since his other form was perfect for his mischief making schemes.

With a bored sigh, Hadrian wandered into the back room to grab a drink and the book he had been reading before bed last night. While he was pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice, he heard the bell on the door ring, signaling that a customer had walked in.

He went back into the shop's main room and saw a cloaked figure browsing through the shelves. Hadrian sat back down behind the counter to wait until the customer wanted to pay or needed assistance. He studied the man- for it was obvious it was a man based on the width of the shoulders and the powerful physique that Hadrian could see even through the dark cloak that the man wore—but couldn't tell much more than that the man was tall and dark haired. The man's back was to him but he saw the hint of a strong jaw when the man turned his head to look at another shelf.

Even though he couldn't see much of the man, Hadrian couldn't turn his gaze away. There was something in the man's presence that demanded a person's complete and full attention. Simultaneously, he felt the urge to run away or not draw attention from the predator he sensed but he also felt the urge to bare his neck and display himself submissively in front of this clearly dominant man. Hadrian shook himself, trying to get rid of the conflicting urges and let out a low, near subvocal growl.

Even though the man should not have heard the growl, as it would have been too low for human ears, the man turned around and Hadrian got his first good look at him.

He was tall and dark haired, as he had already known, but his face was sinfully handsome with a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. The rich, dark brown hair fell into gorgeous wine-red eyes.

It was looking into those eyes that Hadrian realized exactly who he was dealing with. The urges he had struggled with before grew ten times stronger and he had to use all the willpower he could muster to restrain himself. He felt himself minutely shaking from the tension in his muscles and clenched his hands into fists.

Lord Voldemort, for that was who was in the shop, gazed at him with that burgundy stare, his eyes moving across his face and down his body. He then gracefully strolled closer to Hadrian, a book in his hand.

The closer Lord Voldemort came to him, the more he could feel the man's dark aura washing over him. The man's ambient magic brushed against him and he had to lock his knees to stay standing. It was dark, it was seductive, and it seemed to be winding around his frame in sinuous patterns.

"I wish to purchase this book," he said, his voice was just as hypnotizing and captivating as the man's magic.

"My lord," Hadrian said. "You may have the book, free of charge as a token of gratitude for the incredible changes you've implemented since your victory."

While Hadrian liked the man's politics, in truth he wanted the man out of the shop as quickly as possible. A man like the Dark Lord was powerful, and powerful wizards and witches made Hadrian uneasy since it was easier for those with a lot of magic to uncover his secret; a secret he definitely did not want the Dark Lord to know.

Lord Voldemort surveyed the boy in front of him, not letting a smidgeon of the piqued interest he was feeling show on his face.

The young man—for indeed, he was no longer a boy—was lithe and petit, standing a whole head shorter than the Dark Lord. Despite his small stature, he was leanly muscled and Voldemort could detect the tightly coiled tension present in that frame that screamed unease.

The boy's face wholly captured his attention, however, and the Dark Lord felt an avarice he had not felt since he had heard of the Deathly Hallows.

The young man's face was heart shaped and he had large, luminous emerald green eyes that were surrounded by sooty black lashes. His high cheekbones and pink lips added to his allure, as well as the messy pitch-black hair giving him a well-fucked look. He was saved from femininity by some unnamable quality in his face, whether it was the stubborn angle of his chin and jaw or the defiance that lurked in his eyes, the Dark Lord did not know.

After hearing the pronouncement that he could have the book for free, the Dark Lord raised a well-sculpted brow. With the small quirk of his lips, the man looked indulgent and arrogant which raised Hadrian's hackles.

"Nonsense. I will pay for the book, as it is quite rare and expensive. Although I am pleased with your gesture and kind words, I would not want to set you back in anyway."

Lord Voldemort hid a smirk behind his Slytherin mask at the dismay that rose in the boy's eyes before being quickly masked.

"As you wish, My lord," Hadrian said, switching tactics and trying to complete the transaction as quickly as possible. He could almost feel the curiosity in the man's magic as it brushed against him. "That will be 300 galleons." The book was indeed rare, as it was in Parseltongue and would have been a pain if Seshar had found out about him giving it away for free.

As the Dark Lord counted out the necessary amount, he let his magic have free reign. The young man stuttered in his movements to wrap up the book and gave a ragged gasp.

The Dark Lord started to smile when, abruptly, he started frowning as his magic detected something.

"You are wearing a glamour." The Dark Lord did not phrase it as a question; however, Hadrian could hear the command in his voice. He pulled himself together, an almost impossible feat as the Dark Lord's magic had tightened upon his discovery which sent waves of dark pleasure through his body.

"W-well, My lord," Hadrian began as he tried to think of something, even as he mentally cursed himself for stuttering. "You see, I… I am ugly. I wear a glamour to make myself look better. While not honest, I don't believe wearing one is against the law."

The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed at the small hint of cheek and defiance in that last sentence before he smiled darkly.

"While what you say is true about the law, I am going to have to insist you remove them. I do not like glamours in my presence."

Hadrian knew that the Dark Lord did not believe him. He also knew that the Dark Lord was toying with him with his last sentence, the Dark Lord could probably care less, but the powerful man was curious, and that was dangerous for Hadrian.

"I assure you, my lord, that you do not wish to look upon me without them. And if they are such a distress to you, I can finish our business as quickly as possible so that you may leave and I will endeavor not to be in your presence ever again."

The Dark Lord didn't even bother trying to continue with this farcical dance of a conversation they were having, his patience running out and the defiance riling him. "Take them off before I take them off for you," he said, his voice a dark threat that Hadrian took very seriously.

Hadrian realized that there would be no getting out of this without his secret being revealed and took a step back in panic. The Dark Lord, even on the other side of the counter seemed to loom over him threateningly and the man's magic tightened to the point of pain even as the dark magic called to him seductively.

He had apparently taken too long and could feel as the other man's magic started unraveling the glamours. Only feeling the need to escape, Hadrian shifted into his other form, the magic wrapped around him could not stop the transformation even as tightly wound around his as it was.

The Dark Lord only saw a flicker of dark shapes upon the younger man's head before his entire body wavered and seemed to shrink. The Dark Lord watched as the young man's body gave way to a white fox that was only slightly larger than a cat. The fox had red markings around his eyes and ears and a re lightning bolt shape in the center of its forehead. A luminous, opalescent orb the size of a snitch was hung from a delicate chain around the fox's neck. The emerald eyes that the young man had were set in the fox's face but the pupils were split.

The Dark Lord was shocked as he stared at the rare creature before him, something that was thought to be extinct in this day and age.

The fox leapt into the air as soon as the transformation was over and instead of falling back down as gravity would have demanded, the fox's form seemed to blur around the edges and move as if made of smoke. The fox stayed in the air and bounded away as if on the ground toward the door.

The Dark Lord waved his hand toward the door to lock it in a display of wandless, wordless magic. However, the fox only changed direction toward an open window and disappeared through the crack.

The Dark Lord had been running toward the door to exit the shop to try and do what he could to capture the fox when, through the glass in the window, he saw the form of the fox disappear into thin air.

The Dark Lord walked out the door of the bookstore anyway and used his magic to try and sense the presence of the fox in the nearby area but was unsuccessful.

He re-entered the shop, mind already thinking of what he knew of the creature and how he could capture it for his own. He picked up the wrapped book where it lay on the counter and left the pile of galleons where it sat.

He looked around the shop, trying to get any hint or clue about the young man. He even went into the back room but the only thing of interest he could find were the bloodwards that were protecting a staircase that he assumed led to the apartment above the shop.

The Dark Lord left Walpurga's Books, a determination and acquisitiveness strongest in his mind. He threw up a shopkeeper's ward that would only allow the business owner or employees to enter the building. After all, he didn't want his fox to feel any bad will toward him if the shop was broken into and robbed.