"Alohomora," Lord Voldemort whispered as he approached the Potters' front door. Tonight the Potters' were going to pay. Nobody says no to Lord Voldemort. He'd been so excited at the thought of finally losing his long-lasting virginity, and then James Potter had gone and destroyed it. He would have to suffer the consequences. The memory flashed through the Dark Lord's mind, and the anger boiled up inside. James had humiliated him, he'd torn apart his pride. The events replayed through his head...
James was alone in the Potter house, Lily has taken their son, Harry, to the park. He was glad to be alone, as he never had time to himself. With a flick of his wand, the TV turned on. Voldemort was by the front door, deciding whether he should ask. He and James were good friends – so why not? Taking a deep breath and summoning all his courage, he tapped loudly. The TV shut off, a few footsteps, and the door flung open. James' face was guarded, but once he saw Voldemort, a smile appeared.
"Tom!" he grinned, beckoning him in. "I've no idea why you sneak around so much!"
The Dark Lord snarled at the use of his name. "I've no choice, James, if anyone knew you were my friend you'd be slaughtered, and I do not wish that to happen."
James shrugged and led him into the lounge, and sat down. James' brow furrowed, and he stared up at Voldemort. "What brings you here, Tom? I can remember you saying you'd only visit when it's urgent."
The worry in James' voice was blatant, and it caused Voldemort to crumble to ground in sobs of despair, groping his hands to grab onto something – anything – and they found James' trouser, so he sobbed into that.
"I... I'm getting desperate, James!" he choked. "But no one... no one..."
James sat motionless for a moment, then gave Tom a comforting pat. "No one, what?" his voice was barely above a whisper. "Tom, we're friends, you can trust me."
"WILL FUCK ME!" Tom screamed, the shame and anger breaking through into his voice, causing him to crumple on the floor, shuddering with the force of his sobs. "I'M I THAT FUCKING REPULSIVE? THE ONLY FUCKING PLEASURE I GET IS THROUGH MASTURBATION!" His eyes widened, and he glared up at James. "And even then it takes so long to actually get the satisfaction..."
James' mouth hung open for a second, then he composed himself. "Tom, you'll find someone one day, and there's always a prostitute," he paused. "They're muggles' who will have sex with you for money. And they'll have sex with anyone."
Voldemort shook his head and looked into James' eyes. "No, not a prostitute," he paused. "You,"
James' eyes widened in disgust and disbelief, unable to register if what if Tom has said what he thought he had."...What?"
Voldemort flung himself onto James, tearing at his buttons, kissing his neck. "Fuck me over, James, I beg you," His breath tickled James' neck, and Voldemort's hands' begun to explore under James' shirt. James' heat sent a sexual shudder through him.
The bile had began to rise in James' throat, and gathering all his strength, shoved the Dark Lord off him. "What the fuck Tom?" his face flamed. "Are you fucking insane?"
Voldemort gulped back his tears, and stood up, towering over James. "You're going to do as I ask, or you're gonna pay." His voice was a menacing hiss.
"No, I'm not," he glared back at the Dark Lord, his voice a snarl. "You're not gonna drag me into some fucked up sex show, now get the hell out of my house."
They stood facing each other for a while, then Voldemort turned and left the room, but before he left the house, he left James one last message.
"You'll regret this James! YOU'LL REGRET THIS!"
Lily Potter heard the click of the lock and rushed towards the door. There stood Voldemort, cold, unforgiving, and glaring down at her with pleasure. His eyes, narrow slits like a snake's, sent fear shuddering down her spine. She stood facing him for a moment, then realised why he'd come. Her face contorted in pain and she wailed.
"No!" she screamed. "Not James! Anyone but James! He doesn't deserve this!" Tears spilled down her cheeks. She began to hyperventilate, and her chest rose up and down rapidly.
The room had suddenly gone cold, and the air felt like ice, as though it was going to crack. All Voldemort could do was snicker, and hide the shame. James has told her. This girl should die too. She could tell people, and he couldn't live through the same.
"Stand aside, you silly girl. Don't meddle in matters that don't involve you!"
Lily stood her ground, and James appeared behind her, placing a protective hand on her shoulder.
"Get out," she whispered.
"Avada kedavra!"
A bright flash of green light and Lily lay dead on the floor, her mouth open from her last silent scream. James screamed and crouched beside his wife, sobbing uncontrollably. All this for standing up for himself... all this just for saying no. Lily, his life, his soul, was lying on the floor, not moving, not breathing, just a perfect still figure, an empty shell. Grief welled up inside, and his lungs stopped working, his heart stopped beating. All in an instant. He looked into Voldemort's eyes – so alight with pleasure, so sure he'd win now – and hate burst forth.
"You bastard!" he screamed, his jaw shaking and fists clenched. "Why Lily? Oh, why Lily?" He rose, standing before the Dark Lord, the man he had once been so close with. He looked down at Lily; her face was as beautiful as always. He glared back up at Voldemort, the hate boiling over. "Why her? What the fuck is up with you? Why didn't you just kill me?"
Voldemort smiled. "All I asked for was some sexual pleasure... a final chance to lose my virginity, yet you throw it back at me! All I wanted was a one night fling, then we could've acted like it never happened – but NO!" his face contorted into a disturbing image, then settled back into to normal. "I swore you would pay, James Potter. I give you one last chance: will you or won't you?"
James remained silent, his Adam's apple bobbing manically.
"So, you're going to let your pride," he snarled the word. "Stand in your way of life?
James' head shot up. "Pride? I'm not going to let you take advantage of whoever you want!"
"If you refuse, then your son Harry will take your place. It's you or him."
James froze. "You're going nowhere near my son."
"And who shall stop me? You?" peels of manic laughter escaped his lips. "Foolish man! Avada kedavra!"
The flash of light once again appeared, and James lay next to Lily, handsome in life as well as death.
"Such a waste..." he whispered, staring at down face of James Potter. His eyes stared past him, into the realms where only the dead can be. Slowly, he bent down, lowered his face towards James'.
"I told you, James," he whispered his ear.
He inhaled, breathing in James' scent. Would sex be the same if he was dead? Most properly, but he didn't know where Harry was. Voldemort pressed his lips against James', already they were cold, then trailed his tongue from the corner of his mouth to this jaw line. Voldemort waited for the shudder of excitement, but it didn't come. It wasn't the same.
A baby's wail emitted from the next room, and his head shot up. Harry Potter. His first and last sex slave, his ticket to losing virginity... happiness welled inside him. He swept past the bodies of Lily and James towards the living room, where Harry sat. A cruel smiled twisted across Voldemort's face. "I waited so long for this moment..."
Harry gurgled and laughed, his arms reaching towards the Dark Lord, fists opening and closing. His green eyes, so like Lily's, stared at him with such tenderness. A smile twisted across Voldemort's face.
"Oh, Harry... Harry Potter..."
He undid he flyer and reached towards Harry. The excitement was making him light headed – at least Harry could respond, yet if he'd gone through with the idea of James, then it would be very unresponsive. Then the distant sound of a motorbike echoed in the distance, breaking the bubble of happiness around Voldemort. He froze and turned towards the window, swearing.
"Sirius Black!"