Escape to the enemy Love knows no side
This is an addopted story from elfinmyth.
1: The Visit
Escape to the enemy- love knows no side
A HPLV fanfic
Chapter 1
I do not own Harry Potter. obviously, if I did, Harry would have turned dark, ended up with Voldemort and killed Dumbledore. (guess what's gonna happen in this story? evil grin...)
He was laying on his bed, trying not to move, as that would make the pain increase.
His back was slashed open. Again. New wounds ripping open the old scars.
Merlin it hurts.
Every time, every night again, everything that went wrong on a day. His fault of course. He had stopped asking why a long time ago, since he wouldn't get an answer anyway. He didn't care anymore, about anything. If just the pain would stop.
Why isn't Dumbledore doing something about it? He knows bloody well what's going on, considering that half the order's spying on me. But not now… The squib has gone shopping…
Together with those fucking cats of her. Bet they're spying on me as well from time to time.
Why do they even bother? It's not like they're gonna do anything to my situation.
He groaned. After summer, he had to go back again. Follow lessons he didn't need, since he had studied every subject in the library he could find, to escape from his so-called 'friends' who expected him to act all lovey-dovey as the boy-who-will-save-everyone-from-the-mean-evil-wizard.
Pathetic
He couldn't even save himself from the Dursleys' beatings. How should he save the wizarding world then?
Die. I just want to die.
Did that make him weak?
He heard a vague ringing which pulled him back into consciousness again. The doorbell perhaps. There were voices and suddenly, someone walked up the stairs. Or rather say stamped, making the poor steps crack and sight under the heavy load.
Vernon, great. Didn't he beat me up enough for tonight already?
"Boy! There's someone for you! Probably one of those freaks of your kind, considering how he looks!" he sneered.
"Get up. Now! Or I'll throw you off of the stairs myself!" his uncle shouted.
Harry got up quickly, despite his pain and threw a sweater over his head, knowing that his uncle would keep that promise. He had been thrown downstairs often enough.
When he stood in the doorway of the living room, his eyes met a crimson gaze. Strange. He should be surprised, right?
"Hello Harry" Voldemort said in a high cold voice.
Another wave of pain coursed through his body and he had to grab the doorframe to keep standing straight.
"You've come to kill me then?"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes. Why did the boy sound so… so relieved? He should be terrified, at least. But Harry hadn't even drawn his wand. He just stood there. Awaiting, although he noticed how the boy was clutching the doorframe. He looked at Harry.
Beautiful was his first thought.
He mentally slapped himself. What the hell was he doing? He had come here to kill. Not to stare and think how beautiful his nemesis was. Really, what was he thinking?
And yet, those eyes, those emerald eyes. Although they no longer sparkle with confidence.
He inwardly sighted and let out a soft hiss.
"Why do you sound like you want me to kill you?"
Harry blinked. He hadn't noticed his tone, but now he thought about it, he actually had sounded like: Oh my God! Finally! Kill me, please, kill me!
"I dun no, because I see no reason to stay alive anymore I guess."
Voldemort frowned.
"And what about dear Dumbledore's great plan on killing me and save the order a lot off trouble? I bet he would love to see his hero save the day and then run off with the glory." He said sarcastically
"Fuck Dumbledore an his Order. Damn all of them. They don't care about me. Only about the boy-who-lived." He mumbled grimly. "And why are we having this conversation anyway? Just hurry up an get on with it."
Voldemort was confused. Yes. Why didn't he kill the boy? It had taken him months to find a way to break down the wards around the house. And now, he really didn't want to kill Harry while he had the opportunity. But before he could say anything, a voice shouted:
"Boy! Come and serve dinner. NOW!"
Harry got a frightened look in his eyes and turned around while starting to walk towards the kitchen. But he halted when Voldemort spat:
"Why are you running for a bunch of filthy Muggles? Really Potter. A wizard like you shouldn't fall so low."
Harry hesitated, but hurried to the kitchen anyway when Vernon shouted again, adding how he would dig his knife into Harry's arm a couple of times if he wasn't quick enough. When Harry returned to the room, Voldemort hissed:
"So the light's hero has become the house-elf from a couple of fat Muggles? Why do you listen to them? It are just empty threats!"
To his surprise, Harry suddenly got a fury in his eyes, strode to Voldemort and roughly pulled up his sleeve, showing his arm full of scars, bruises and cuts.
"Oh? Do you call this empty threaths? I've been hit and cut with everything in this house that could cause me pain. Fists, baseball bats, knifes, I have had tables and chairs thrown at me, squishing me so I couldn't walk for weeks!"
Voldemort was speechless for the first time in his life. OK, he hadn't expected Harry to lay down on a sofa everyday while being served with food by his Muggle family, crawling at Harry's feet, but this? But Harry wasn't done yet with his speech.
"When I was twelve my uncle hunted me through the house with his motor saw because I accidentally dropped an egg on the kitchen floor! What did you think? That I was living a spoiled and luxurious life here?"
Morgana, he has it even worse than I had in the orphanage. And I thought my life had been a living hell there.
He clenched his jaw. He didn't know why, but he felt a sudden urge to make them pay very very badly for what they had done to Harry. How ironic. He had been the cause for the boy to end up here. If he hadn't killed Harry's parents…
"I… don't know what else to say then… I understand you. I've been through something similar."
"Yes, I know. The orphanage, right? I figured you wouldn't have had it nice there either."
"Wait a minute, how the hell do you know of my childhood?"
"Dumbledore of course. He insisted on giving me 'lessons' wich included looking at memories of your childhood. But he didn't do anything about that either, did he? Even then, he didn't want you to stay at Hogwarts during the summer."
Voldemort growled.
That old coot! He had no right at all to do that!
He chuckled, which caused Harry to give him a weird look.
"what are you laughing at?"
"I just wondered why we are still in he same room, alive and not even fighting, but instead speaking ill of the old goat.I think it's rather amusing"
"Yes, for that, you still haven't answered my question why you aren't shouting an Arvada Kedavra on me or a crucio or so." Harry said.
Volemort arched an eyebrow.
"Do you want me too? The crucio I mean, you've already made perfectly clear that you want to die."
"Uhm. I'd rather not you crucioing me, although it probably won't be any different then the Dursleys' beatings."
He shot Voldemort a grin.
"Hell, maybe it tickles. Would be a diversion at least."
"Well. Let me make clear, a crucio certainly does not tickle. No matter how you are used to pain. And yes, I'm speaking from personal experience."
"Who dared to crucio the evil dark lord then?"
"Are you mocking me Potter?" in a voice that could've made ice freeze. "I think you are forgetting that I'm the one holding a wand here."
"Well yes, but it's not like I have anything to lose, have I? The worse you can do is kill me, and, as you've noticed, I really don't mind that. The question is why you haven't done that already."
"Believe me" the Dark Lord said evilly. "I can do a lot worse things than that. And do you really want to know why I haven't killed you yet? You want to know?"
He stood up, towering above the teen, who took a step back in reflex.
Well, I haven't got anything to lose either right?
He took a large step forward and caught the boy's wrist wich made Harry fall backwards. However, before he hit the ground, Voldemort grabbed his back and pushed him against the wall. Suddenly he saw panic in the teen's eyes, wich turned to confusing when he suddenly brushed his lips against Harry's.
"Wha…?"
He was broken off when their mouths crashed together at sudden. Firstly, Harry began to struggle, but then realised that he actually.. liked it. He stopped his attemps to break free and instead kissed back with force. When he felt that the wizard had released his arms which had been pinned above his head, he threw them around Voldemort's neck, deepening the kiss.
Damn, why does this feel so good? I shouldn't be doing this, I should either kill him or be killed by him, so why? Is he playing a game with me?
The rest of his thoughts were washed away as a feeling of pure happiness tingled through his whole being. It felt like they were standing there for ages, when a sudden EEEP! Made them return to the real world, only to find Dudley standing in the doorway.
"Oh great. Dudley."
They broke apart, but before Voldemort could grab his wand to curse the fat boy, he had already run of, shouting:
"Mumma, Daddy! Look what the Freak is doing!"
Harry groaned while resting his head against the Dark Lords chest
"That's gonna be another beating of a few hours."
Voldemort glanced at him.
What was that boy thinking? That he had kissed him for nothing?
"Harry, you don't really think I'm letting you stay here with those people, do you?"
Harry looked at him, surprised. He actually had thought Voldemort was just playing with him before slaughtering him, but the older man really seemed sincere. He wondered if… no way, everyone knew that the Dark Lord didn't care about anyone but himself. At least, that was what Dumbledore's always said… Harry frowned. But Dumbledore wasn't really trustworthy now was he?
"You're not? I actually had expected you to."
Voldemort huffed."No, I'm not. Now, go upstairs and pack your stuff. The rest of the summer, you can stay at my manor."
Harry turned and ran up the stairs, just in time, because he saw aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon entering the living room when he took his last step to reach his room. They looked absolutely furious. He guessed that Dudley told them and they probably thought he was now more freakish then ever. He smiled and wondered what Voldemort would do to them. Well. it didn't matter anymore. He would never come back here. Ever.