Whispers In The Dark
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Voldemort/Harry, BartyCrouch(Jr)/Neville, ViktorKrum/Ron, Fred/Draco, Ginny/Blaise, George/Theodore(Nott), Snape/Remus, OC/Hermione, Sirius/Rabastan(Lestrange), Minor Cedric/Harry
Summary: Never let it be said that Voldemort is not a merciful Lord. Even he allows the whispers in the dark. SLASH. Voldemort/Harry
Author: PurpleDoorWithTheOrangeKnob
A/N: So, a few things completely different. Instead of using Harry to become human again, Voldemort finds some way to do it before the beginning of Harry's fourth year. Also, pairings may be added. Irregular updates.
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own any of Rowling's characters, plots, or books. I'm only adding my own words to them.
Warnings!- Slash, Alternate Universe, Language, Violence, Misuse of Characters, Sexual Situations
Prologue
Somewhere, deep within the towers of a long-forgotten castle, a fire flickered in a decrepit chimney. Placed in front of the fireplace was a massive chair of hard oak, large and great enough to be called a throne of sorts, with a uniquely colored carpet lying beneath it. The plush segment reflected a deep crimson, contrasting with the molding stone that it unsuccessfully tried to hide and almost matching the color of the eyes belonging to the man sitting in the decorative seat. He was staring into nothing, face shadowed and a goblet of wine hanging from his hand.
He could only be Lord Voldemort.
Handsome with thick, black hair to the nape of his neck and high cheekbones, he looked how Harry unconsciously expected. Yet, despite his attractive features, the impressive wizard looked the same as he had all the other times. His eyes were sullen, and his body was held uncaringly, as if he were bored. This Harry noticed even in the young Tom Riddle; the apparition had seemed to want nothing more than to amuse himself.
Startling, the Dark Lord snapped from his gazing into the flames and switched to look directly at Harry, whom was standing to the side and hardly visible in the precipice of the room's darkness.
Red eyes grew angry, slightly frightening Harry, as the form swamped in black robes rose slowly. Voldemort's true height was perhaps even more intimidating to Harry than the heated eyes -although that was sure to happen with many men compared to Harry's own short stature-, and the Dark Lord's face twisted in fury.
"Get out!" came in a thunderous roar.
Suddenly, Harry felt the air around him swirl and the image before him blur. He had the feeling of being pushed through a hole far smaller than himself, which was quite a scary sensation, before pure blackness. A loud locking noise resounded in the visionless void, before even that place faded.
Green eyes fluttered open, and Harry wondered what exactly had just happened in his dream.