Well, I have an exam in less than 3 hours and instead of revising I wrote this. I mean it isn't long, but I just felt inspired. Plus any reason to procrastinate is good right now. If you're a reader or have read Our Dark Saviour I'm sorry that I haven't updated in like forever. I literally have no inspiration on how to continue, so if you have any ideas, please let me know of them and I'll see if I can work them into the story. Anyway, enjoy this random one shot, hopefully its alright ahaha.

The Dark Seduction

Sirius was dead. Harry screamed out in agony, straining in Remus's grip. The one last scrap of family he had – gone. All because of that bitch. Harry glanced over to Bellatrix, hearing her chuckle. His blood boiled. How dare she! HOW DARE SHE! Bellatrix slinked behind a pillar and Harry furiously broke free of Remus's arms, running after her.

I'm going to fucking kill her!

"You coming to get me?" Bellatrix mocked.

Harry's eyes narrowed in pure anger as he whipped his wand out and screamed "CRUCIO!"

Pleasure instantly coiled within him, warmth spreading like fiendfyre through Harry's body. His eyes flickered shut, breath picking up as he basked in the feeling.

"You've got to mean it Harry. She killed him , she deserves it," Voldemort whispered seductively in Harry's mind, causing the boy to strengthen the curse and moan as the pleasure intensified within him.

"You know the spell, Harry," the Dark Lord whispered, a bony arm snaking around Harry's waist.

Voldemort pressed his mouth against the boy's ear and whispered: "Do it."

Harry moaned as a forked tongue brushed against his ear. He raised his wand almost subconsciously, as if in a trance, and breathily muttered the two damning words he had come to know all too well: "Avada Kedavra." Harry gasped and threw his head back as the pleasure seemed to burst within him.

"Good boy," Voldemort mocked, smirking behind him, looking upon the broken savior.

Harry moaned as a forked tongue swiped across his neck and he tilted his head to the side, allowing the man better access. A skeletal white hand brushed across Harry's thighs and cupped the boy's erection through his jeans. Harry moaned louder at the contact, bucking his hips eagerly into the hand, seeking more pleasure.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort whispered tauntingly in the boy's ear, "How the mighty have fallen."

The Dark Lord brushed his thumb along the boy's erection. Harry screamed as he came, his vision turning white and the pleasure consuming him fully. Voldemort tilted the boy's head so that their eyes met. The Dark Lord opened his mouth to speak, but a crack of apparition from the end of the hall interrupted him. Voldemort pushed Harry away, the boy falling ungracefully to the ground, yelping in surprise.

"It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The aurors are on their way."

The Dark Lord sneered at Dumbledore, before glancing once again at the Boy Who Lived, who had schooled his face into a blank expression.

I definitely need to do that again.

Voldemort smirked and simply proclaimed "Soon."

Harry's eyes widened at the implications and with one lasting look, the Dark Lord disapparated out of the Ministry.

Soon Indeed.