Sorry if this is awful its my first public fic. its AU and a fleeting idea. please review your support or your hate.
He looked at his newly marked forearm. The left as was customary, the dark brand shocking in comparison to the paleness of his flesh. He watched as the snake slide fluidly across his skin, the dark mark. Harry was one now, one of his. A member of the flock,And nothing had ever felt so right,
so exciting. He felt the adrenaline throb deep through his veins, he could hear his pulse rush blood to his frantically beating heart.
" Are you ready to meet him?" He was asked. He recognized the voice. It was none other than the Dark Lords lap dog himself, Lucius Malfoy. " Because he is certainly ready for you."
He finished eyeing the exceedingly dark, obviously fresh mark on his arm. Harry moved to cover the mark but was stopped by Lucius' pale hand. "Don't. he likes to see that his mark has been left. "
Harry nodded and followed Lucius as he began towards the large mahogany front doors of his family home. The Malfoy Manor had been turned to the Dark Lords base during the war before harry was born, and now again. "I suppose its true, old habits do die hard." He thought to himself.
Harry was swept into the grandiose home. All polished marbles and dark woods intricately carved to show that every cent was spent on perfection. Still there was an emptiness to the room that he was told to wait in. The large glossy fireplace provided no warmth to him on this cold english day. It was as though the fire were sucking the heat from the room rather than providing it. It was then that the Dark Lord chose to sweep into the room. Voldemort in all of his pale skin and darkened robe glory, the sound of silken scales accompanying him. " Nagini," the Dark Lord said in the most loving tone a man like him could muster, " You are making our dear new friend nervous, say hello." With a soft hiss the gigantic snake left the Lords side to wrap its enormous bulk around Harry's feet and slowly relaxing its weight. effectively removing all chance of escape.
Not that harry wanted to escape, He had felt the Dark Lords call deep in his bones since his return. He chose to come, Practically had to beg to be marked. he could remember the sneer on both of the Malfoy's faces as if it were yesterday that he proffered himself to the dark lords services. in actuality it had been about 3 months.
"Harry Potter, The By Who Lived. What brings you to my doorstep?"
"Well, Sir, Professor Slughorn rewarded me with a vial of felix felicis..." he began, But the Dark Lord cut him off.
" ah, yes. liquid luck! what did you do to earn that?"
"Well," Harry stammered. " I drafted a perfect drought of 'living death'" Slightly stunned at how smooth the conversation was flowing. It's not like Harry was talking to the most feared wizard in all of Britain history. no, not at all.
"So tell me Harry, what does liquid luck have to do with this?"
"Well I drank it hoping to find more information about your schooling years from Professor Slughorn. Instead i found myself outside Malfoy manor begging to be seen by yourself sir. Here I find myself today with your mark on my arm. It appears this is where I am meant to be." it was then a strange thing happened. Voldemort smiled. It was a gross, shark like grin. Purely animalistic, like a cat with a mouse, or perhaps more fittingly harry thought, a snake with a rat.