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VOICE OF AN ENEMY, VOICE OF A LOVER
By: © Simon Erif

He knew that voice. He'd heard it before, one time before. When he was very, very little. Hardly 1 year old, he heard that voice then Calling upon the deaths of his parents and almost his own.

He could remember the green light that had been the downfall of his parents but not his. He'd wondered about that now that he knew the truth. He wasn't supposed to die that night. His parents yes but not him. That was the reason he was alive. That and only that For he was alive only because he wasn't supposed to die and Voldemort yes I said his name. Voldemort hadn't wanted him dead. Many still think that he was the one that was supposed to die with his parents but it wasn't so. He was supposed to live and his so-called parents were supposed to die but not him.

It had been so long ago that Hagrid had told him the story behind his childhood. He could still remember the bewildered feeling he had had after the story had been told. That had happened over 9 years ago. 9 long years ago

He sighed and looked at the scenery before him. The sky was black with storm clouds that darkened the hills and forests below. The water that stormed against the rocky shore was deep blue and almost back. It looked angry to his eyes, not the inviting shining blue like it had been once.

The scenery would seem depressing to any other person than him or his lover. He knew it was a little weird but so were he and his lover. He should be back soon. His lover. He should be back soon for it was almost dinnertime.

The wind was picking up and he knew his beloved was home. It always happened this way. The wind would blow as he arrived and then there would be the

*BANG*

...Bang as he came trough the front doors. He was home. It was always the same. Always the same as his lover returned home. He could soon feel the beloved presence enter the room and then the hands were encircling his waist. He was pulled against that strong loved body of his lover.

"Back so soon, Love?" He whispered gently while leaning against his lover. He felt the lips on his neck giving him little butterfly kisses.

"Couldn't wait any longer to get back home. Wanted to see your lovely face again" The voice whispered huskily into his ear.

He felt the shivers of delight going down his spine. He could feel his lovers' hard cock pushing between his butt cheeks and that only added to his excitement.

He sighed and let his head fall back to his lovers shoulder. He was so happy to be there with his lover, to enjoy the moment of pleasure and peace. He felt so relaxed when his beloved was there and he hadn't been this happy ever until he came in to his life again.

"I'm glad your home beloved My Voldemort." He whispered as he was swept in to the strong arms and carried away from the window to explore that love again and again and again

And the wind kept blowing out side as the storm drew close and the rain started falling from the sky. But the castle didn't mind for it was warm with the love of the two so-called enemies.

THE END