The Draw of Power
By: Katherine Ross
Magic crackled across the skin, making them feel on fire. Igniting a fire within their souls, a fire they thought would never light again. They came alive, their true personality finally showing through.
Two kindered souls met in Stonehenge, though they could not see the others face they felt drawn to each other. They danced, so close, so mesmerized that you couldn't tell where one man ended and the other began.
As they began to kiss, their faces were shown and twin gasps echoed from the rocks, for they were Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort. Their magic flared and Harry was lost in the older man's magic; so strong, so dark, so sweet; he couldn't resist the pull of Voldemort and stepped to the older man.
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Voldemort drank in the sight before him, Po-Harry looked exquisite; Wild ebony hair, contrasted with the pale skin and seductive red lips. His emerald eyes sparkled with power and life. Voldemort knew they looked like twins, except he had blood red eyes.
Suddenly, warm lips covered his and a fire ignited in his veins. His soul lit up and sang, the magic between them drew them ever closer. Voldemort felt like he was kissing death, a dear old friend and a seductive mistress. But it was none of these, it was Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived and he didn't care. A moan worked its way deep from his chest as he plundered his partners mouth
Harry melted into Voldemort, his heart soaring as he felt like he was kissing the Grim Reaper. Little whimpers escaped through his lips as he opened himself to the Dark Lord. He relished in the feelings of strength and security rolling off the other man, he had never felt this way before.
Their coupling was fierce and intense, yet gentle and loving. Neither had felt or given this kind of protection before, and they couldn't deny the thrill it gave them.
After, as they both contemplated the feeling of fire and the consequences, they realized they couldn't leave each other. They agreed to meet again the following night.
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In the highest tower of Hogwarts, a seer smiled. She'd live to see one of the greatest prophecies filled. She fainted and repeated a prophecy that was older than the founders itself.
The King of Serpents and the King of Lions will join as one…And defeat the true Dark Lord…Our world will prosper…And peace will reign…The King of Serpents….
Alas, no one was around to hear it and Trelawny soon offered her services to the Dark Lord. Nobody suspected the crazy Divinations teacher at all, and she got crucial information for the Dark Lord and helped the Dark win the war.
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Harry and Voldemort parted on wistful kisses and whispered promises. The next night, same place was all that was said. Soon the area was as still as it had been before, not a soul there to witness the beautiful bonding.
The lovers met night after night as they planned the Light's downfall.
One night, Harry arrived very late beaten and bloodied during the summer. He was healed and then Voldemort introduced him to his troops. Severus Snape then became Harry's closest companion aside from Voldemort.
The Light eventually fell; screaming traitor, and Harry and Voldemort changed the world for the better.
Meanwhile, in the depths of Hell; Dumbledore and The Order of Flaming Flamingoes were being tortured and belittled by the Devil himself. Voldemort and Harry were his children, and while evil and nasty, the Devil takes care of his own.
A/N: So, what do you think? This is my first ever fic so be gentle. Reviewers will be given a Harry Potter plushie of their choice, while flames will be used as firewood!