Title : In the Hands of the Enemy

Author : InsomniackNixie

Date : Nov. 20/13

Warnings/Notes: I know this isn't canon but for my purposes the lifespan of wizards/witches will be 300-350yrs, that being the case the Founding of Hogwarts happened two thousand years ago instead of a thousand. Dumbledore is 296 and still spry. Aging in my fic is human normal until a person reaches twenty, when aging slows dramatically so someone who is 80-100yrs can look like a 30-35yr old(who wants to spend well over a hundred years in an OLD feeling body?)

Disclaimer : These characters belong to the copywrite holders J.K. Rowling, Raincoat Books, Scholastic Books, Warner Brothers Pictures, and all other authorized copyrite holders. I am not and will not be making any money from this piece of fan-fiction. Disclaimers will only appear in the first chapter of any of my fan-fictions. This story starts when Harry is 14, NO anal sex happens until his 15th birthday, everything else does. This means that Harry is a MINOR! If this squicks you hit the back button.

Chapter One : Hero's Capture & Warded Doors

Harry and Voldemort's wand's connection was broken, but instead of Harry being able to run the power between the brother wands had increased to the point that both he and Voldemort were thrown, violently, apart. Voldemort to land on some of his fawning Death Eaters and Harry to crash sickeningly into a headstone, then slump bonelessly to the ground as his world turned black. The golden cage, as well as the ghosts, wavered and disappeared into moonlight.

Nagini started toward the small wizard, intending to remove his threat to her master once and for all.

~Stop Nagini.~ Voldemort commanded as he climbed to his feet, brushing himself off. ~I find I don't wish him dead just yet, my familiar.~ He strode stiffly over to the unconscious young wizard. ~I believe I can yet find a use for him.~ He hissed to Nagini, then switched languages to be understood by his Death Eaters, "Find a small animal and bring it to me."

"Yes, my Lord." They bowed and quickly scattered to obey him.

Voldemort lowered himself stiffly to one knee then gathered the small, still form of the supposed saviour of the Wizarding world into his arms. Looking at him closely with his eyes and magical senses, seeing him as he was as well as what he might, one day, be. The boy's magical potential was astounding, but his aura was still blurry, unfocused as if there was still a great change to come. He thought a moment then whispered, "Ligelimens." Disorientation struck him for the briefest of moments, before he began carefully looking through Harry's memories, grimly seeing the abuse, both physical and mental, at the hands of the 'relatives' that Albus Dumbledore had left the baby Harry with. Abuse that had steadily gotten worse since Harry had first gone to Hogwarts, and that few had taken note of. The ones who had noticed seemed to be turning a blind eye, with the exception of the Weasley's and the Granger girl sending food and the Weasley's trying to invite him to stay with them, even they seemed to believe this untenable situation was for 'his own good'.

Through all of Harry's life was an almost overwhelming need for someone to love and protect him. As the boy had reached his teens, naturally his hormones had affected his dreams along with the stories of his dorm-mates sexual antics with both males and females, his dreams had, unsurprisingly, turned semi-erotic, sometimes him awkardly protecting a girl, but most often him being protected by strong arms and a hard muscled body with caring hands.

As he pulled out of Harry's mind he heard the distant sounds of his followers returning. While he waited he thought back on what he had seen in Harry's memories, 'There must be a way I can use this to my advantage.' The Dark Lord thought while he waited, a smirk spreading across his serpentine face. 'Yes, this will do nicely.' He turned as his Death Eaters returned to the graveyard to see their master holding Harry Potter in his arms watching them expectantly.

One of the cloaked figures stepped forward holding a struggling rabbit. "Good Lucius, kill it."

"As you wish my Lord." Firmly grasping the frantic animal he snapped it's neck and lay the still twitching body at Voldemort's feet. With a languid wave of his wand Voldemort transfigured the dead rabbit into a perfect likeness of Harry Potter, then checked to see if it would pass all of the usual Auror tests to confirm that it was The-Boy-Who-Lived's body. Finally satisfied he waved to the two bodies. "Send them back to the maze."

He watched with a silent smirk as the Diggory boy's hand was placed on the Goblet, when 'Harry's' hand touched the other boy's he activated the port-key and the bodies were sent back to the center of the Triwizard maze. "Lucius, you will have the goblins of Gringotts audit ALL of the Potter vaults throughly, and discreetly. You will also see to it that the Potter vaults are not touched by anyone. Is that clear?" Voldemort's tone was menacing.

"As you command, my Lord." Lucius murmured smoothly.

"Is the Manor ready for me?" He enquired sharply of Wormtail.

"Yes, Lord. All at Slytherin Manor is as you have ordered." Squeeked his trembling servant.

"Then you will be there at 5:00 in the afternoon one week from today." He dismissed Wormtail with a look. "Lucius, inform Severus that I wish to see him at 10:30 tomorrow morning. DO NOT tell him why, or of tonight's events, just that you both are to be ON TIME." Voldemort commanded. ~Nagini.~ He called to her, knowing she would understand his wishes as his human servants did not, and felt the cool touch of her head to the back of his hand. To murmurs of, "yes, master." The Dark Lord apparated away with Harry Potter and his faithful familiar.

Hogwarts School: TriWizard Tournament Maze

As the bodies re-appeared pandemonium reigned. Dumbledore, in spite of his age, was the first to reach the unmoving forms, a quick look at Cedric's lifeless eyes had him concentrating on Harry. Turning him over he saw the closed eyes and still chest. Albus let out a tired sigh, his plans for Harry were ruined, he would have to find a new 'saviour' for the Wizarding world, someone to keep the people from descending into despair and apathy.

Minister Fudge stumbled to a halt at Dumbledore's side. "The boys?! Albus?" Shaking his head Dumbledore took a deep breath. "Both dead, I am sorry to say, Cornelius. We must get the bodies to the hospital wing away from the press. They should have what little dignity we can give them." Dumbledore lifted the limp form of Harry as Fudge picked up Cedric, together they made their way through the clamouring crowd being surrounded quickly by the other teachers, most had tears in their eyes. "Albus, the Diggory boy's parents. They're here, they're in the stands."

"Minerva, find them and the Weasley's. Bring them to the hospital wing, have Harry's friends find his stray too. Go, Minerva. I will explain later." He insisted. With a curt nod she did as Dumbledore bid, hurrying ahead to intercept Cedric's parents, telling them to head to the infirmary. That done the stern Professor looked around, spotting the other two-thirds of the Golden Trio she called, "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, I need you to find that stray dog of Mr. Potter's and come to the hospital wing immediately. Well, quickly now!" She spun away to rejoin her fellow teachers in escorting Dumbledore and Fudge to Madame Pomfrey.

Unknown Location: Slytherin Manor

The great Hall of Slytherin Manor echoed hollowly with the thunderous crack of it's Lord's arrival, Voldemort swept the room with his eyes quickly before he strode purposefully through the cavernous hall, knowing that Nagini was following faithfully, he ascended the gracefully curving cherry-wood stairs. Reaching the top he turned to his right and continued down several sumptously decorated corridors until he came to the polished ebony double doors of the Lord of Slytherin's chambers, pausing to shift his slight burden to his left arm he reached out and placed his right palm in an oval depression ringed with carved snakes in the middle of the doors. The snakes instantly awakened and twined around his wrist hissing,~ Who dares to enter the Lord's chambers?~ As they tightened threateningly.

~The rightful Lord has returned.~ Voldemort hissed in reply.

~Your blood will tell if you speak true. I will taste you. If you lie, you will die.~ The snake opened it's mouth and sank tiny fangs into Voldemort's wrist, holding still for a moment before gently removing them and looking closely at him,~Apologies Lord Voldemort, we felt you die and did not believe you would return. We should have had more faith.~ As the other snake looked at Nagini the third slid up to examine Harry, flicking it's tongue rapidly to scent him it managed to catch some of the blood seeping from his many wounds, it reared up in surprise causing the other two to examine Harry closely. The first Door Ward rose up looking at Voldemort from just inches away, eyes glowing from within.~What do you intend for the young one, Lord of the House of Serpents?~

~I had not decided yet beyond the fact that I intend to keep him.~ Lord Voldemort hissed cautiously, the Door Ward had never addressed him by his formal title before.

~Yes,~ The Door Ward hissed in satisfaction. ~Yes, keep him. Insure that he is yours forever. We will open for you without challenge now.~ The three Door Wards returned to the outer ring of the oval and stilled.

~ What do you mean, 'insure that he is mine forever' ? Why?~ Voldemort hissed warily.

~A treasure more rare than Blood Gold you have in your arms, Lord of the House of Serpents. History holds the clue. More I may not say...yet.~ The small snakes stilled again. The gleaming doors opening to admit the Lord of Slytherin.

With a frustrated noise Voldemort filed this information away to think on later. As he shifted Harry back into both arms he sighed resignedly, it was a good thing he was intending to research later anyway. As he walked into his bedroom the doors closed behind him, gazing about the room he was satisfied that all was as he had left it almost thirteen years ago. Only here in his private chambers did he lay his far too light burden down carefully on a couch. The bedroom was large even by a Lord's standards, decorated in different shades of teal with silver wall sconces and accents. A heavy golden-oak table and the comfortable couch that he lay Harry on sat before a massive hearth of black silver-veined marble carved with gracefully writhing snakes was to his left. To the right of the door sat a large desk with various writing materials neatly placed, behind the desk a softly padded chair of the same golden-oak as the table could be seen, beyond the desk in the far corner of the room was a massive four-poster bed with ruby silk sheets, black goose-down duvet and matching black curtains. Returning his gaze to Harry he frowned at his 'guest' thoughtfully,"Now where to put you that you can't escape from?" He murmured, stroking his chin lightly. "Ah yes, perfect." A stiff smile curving his lips he strode to the middle of the south wall, with a wave of his hand and a muttered 'revelous', the wall shimmered, writhing to reform into a heavy ironwood door with a latch of finely carved entwined snakes. Voldemort grasped the latch opening the door easily, leaving it open he returned to the injured younger wizard to lift his small form and carry him through the newly revealed doorway, smiling as he felt the wards and spells on this special suite of rooms recognize him and probe his light burden.

The wards would allow him into the rooms anytime he wished, but until he cast the proper spell Harry couldn't leave. Voldemort knew from exploring these rooms when he had first found his ancestral home that there were no windows in any of the rooms in this suite. It had a small library, luxurious bathroom, and a large bedroom with a walk-in closet/dressing room that had stood empty for too long.

"Poppet." Voldemort called quietly.

A pop heralded the arrival of a house-elf in a white shift with a Slytherin House school tie as a belt. Like all of her kind, she was small with spindly limbs, an almost too large head and big pointy ears, her wide luminous eyes were copper coloured. "Yes, Master? How may Poppet be of service?"

He gently held Harry out to her. "Bathe him carefully, he is injured." His lips twitched. "As well as RELUCTANT." He stressed the last word, lifting an eyebrow. "You understand how to handle him, Poppet?"

"Yes Master. Poppet understands. Poppet will take care of him but will be seen as little as possible." She looked around, puzzled. "Where are his clothes, Master?"

"He hasn't any, Poppet. Nor is he to be given any, and you are to burn the rags he is wearing. I said he was reluctant did I not? If by some chance he breaks the wards on this room he will be less inclined to leave if he must do so in only his skin." Chuckled the Dark Lord.

"Yes Master." Poppet nodded hard enough to set her ears jiggling madly. She carefully levitated Harry from Voldemort's arms and into the bathroom with her.

Voldemort stayed long enough to hear the water start. "Now," He sighed. "To find a way to bind him to me so he can't disrupt my plans anymore." He strode from the room, back out through his own chambers, down the hall and to the left into his massive private library. He had spells to research before his meetings.