A/N: ok so people if you don't like guy/guy pairings then don't read this.... warnings: lemons, some abuse, dumbls/bashing........ pairings: HP/LV, FW/GW, RL/SB.......Sirius didn't die he is still alive..... disclaimer: i do not own any characters from the harry potter books

Ch.1
Half lidded emerald eyes gazed into blood red ones. The air in the room was thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Harry moaned again as Voldiemort hit his prostate as he pounded into Harry's small ass. Harry dug his fingers into the flesh of Voldemort's back drawing blood. Reaching between them, Voldemort grabbed Harry s leaking member and started pumping it time with his thrusts.

Harry woke screaming his enemy's name as he came all over the inside of his boxers. Panting he sat up casting a quick scourgify to clean himself, he sat up wondering why he kept having these dreams. It was still just the beginning of the summer and he had his first dream the night he got back to his relatives house. As a welcome home present they let him cook their dinner then clean the kitchen up before he got his weekly beating and rape session from his uncle and cousin. That night he dreamed that Voldemort was holding him and comforting him as he cried from his injuries. The dreams had continued all week and always picked up where the last one left off. Each night they got more and more intense. And each night they went a little farther.

Finally making up his mind, Harry got off his bed and walked the whole two feet to his desk. He grabbed a quill and piece of parchment and started writing.

Dear Tom Riddle (he knew that using Voldemort s real name would piss him off but he didn't care),
Okay so I know that these dreams I've been having have something to do with you. I know you know what dreams I m talking about so don't play all innocent. Just fucking stop screwing with my head. I have enough problems right now and I don't need your sick perverted joke to deal with right now. I want to know why you send me these dreams every night.
Harry Potter

Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and sent through the window. Still tired Harry went back to bed since he had at least two hours left before he had to make breakfast.

~~~
In a dark office that was only lit by a fireplace a figure sat behind a desk in Riddle Manor. The man was tall with a toned figure. He had longish black hair that hung straight and slightly framed his face. His face was angular and handsome with a slightly sharp nose and deep blood red eyes. No longer his snaky creepy self Voldemort, had returned to how he looked before he died. Everything was back to normal except for his eyes.

Looking up from grumbling at the paperwork on his desk he heard scratching on the window. Standing he walked over and opened the window allowing a snowy white owl to fly in and land on the back of the fluffy armchair in front of the low burning fire. He reached out to the beautiful bird and released her of her cargo. Unrolling the parchment Voldemort quickly read through the short and to the point letter. With a slight smirk he returned to his desk to write a reply.

Dear brat-who-refuses-to-die,
I do not think you could handle the truth behind those dreams. If you really must know I will tell you on one condition.

The Dark Lord
Sending off the letter he sat back down in front of the low fire.
~~~

Waking again to the taping of Hedwig, Harry got up to let her in. Seeing that she had a reply with her he quickly took it from her and read it.
Sitting back at his little desk Harry quickly wrote a reply.

Asshole-who-insists-on-killing-me
Of course I want to know. Are you daft or something. Why wouldn't I want to know? What condition? As long as it's not having me give myself up to you so that you can kill me I guess I'll go along with it.

Brat-who-refuses-to-let-you-kill-me

Sending the letter off with Hedwig, Harry went down stairs to start breakfast.

Voldemort had fallen asleep in his armchair while he waited for a reply from the brat. Waking to the sound of insistent pecking on the window, he got up from his chair to let the bird in. Unrolling the letter he quickly read it and sat back down to reply to the annoyed teen.

Insistent-brat

My one condition is for you to just hear me out and reply to what I'm about to tell you. Can you do that?

LV

Sending the letter off he went to his meeting with his idiotic outer-circle. How he dreaded these meetings.

At noon Harry's whale of an uncle decided to take the family (excluding Harry) out for lunch to celebrate his promotion at work. Before leaving they locked Harry in his room so that he couldn't get into the food downstairs in the ice box. Looking up from the spot on the floor where he had fallen when he was roughly shoved into his room, Harry saw that his loving bird was back . Getting up off the floor he walked over to her open cage and retrieved the letter from her.

TM
Fine I'll hear you out. But no bullshit. I want the truth. I've heard enough lies to last me life times.
HP

HP
I completely understand why you feel the way you do. The truth is that Dumbldick lied to you.
LV

TM
Well I already know he's lied to me on several occasions. But what lie are you talking about? I lost all trust in Dumblefuck a long time ago.
HP

HP
I'm talking about the lie of who you really are. The prophecy that you saw at the end of your sixth year was a fake. There is no prophecy. And as for my beliefs, what Dumbledouche told you is also a lie. I do not want to kill all mudbloods and bloodtraitors. I want them to flourish. They are making the magical world stronger with their fresh magic.
Now as for the dreams. I did say that I would tell you the truth behind those too. I am sorry if they are bothering you. I do not mean for you to see
those. You are simply seeing my dreams and day dreams. I would make it to
where you could not see them but alas I cannot. I have tried many times but
I can't break the link between us.
LV

Sitting there on his bed Harry was very confused. Voldemort thinks of me that way?! Sure I'm gay but oldie Voldie! Well he did look non-snaky in the dream..

A/N: ooooh cliffhanger....lol please review only if its a good review.....ah heck idk if its a bad review or not just please review -bats eyelashes pleadingly-