Harry Potter, the boy who lived. My fate rests with him. I know he will kill me in the end, light unfortunately always prevails. But I have decided I shall not go down without a fight. Harry Potter would be a very good ally to have on the dark side. The old fool, Dumbledore would not kill him and neither would Weasley or the Mudblood.
This is how I turned the Boy who lived into The Boy who lived to serve Lord Voldemort.
The Dursleys had driven Potter out of his hiding spot in Number 4 Privet Drive. He sat so innocently on a swing, I nearly hesitated in my carefully precise plans but no, they must go on. I walked up from behind him, by the time he looked up it was too late. I was there. His mouth fell open in shock and his hand reached for a wand that was not there. Oh how foolish he was.
My mouth twitched into a smile and I grabbed his arm, pulling him close as I apparated him into my home. Not the Malfoys, they were brainless fools the lot of them, but my personal dwelling. A seemingly abandoned shack from the outside but a very glorious on the inside.
Potter put up a fight after he recovered from the shock. Kicking and yelling, trying desperately to get away but I bound him with a simple spell and placed him on the couch. "Tsk Tsk, Potter. Behave yourself. Otherwise you might have to be punished." The last part was hissed into his ear and he stiffened instantly.
I had guessed the poor boy's sexuality correctly apparently. Oh yes, the boy who lived was very much gay, if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by. "Voldemort," he spat my name weakly "What do you want?"
I smiled slightly and ran my fingers along his face and down his throat. "Oh I think we know that." I purred seductively into his ear. He swallowed dryly and closed his eyes in a feeble attempt to counteract his body's natural response. "I-I don't know what you are talking about." I blinked, then smiled and cupped his bulge. "Oh well then let me be more blunt." I stroked into softly, teasing it into full hardness.
His soft moans reached my ears and I grinned ferally. "Do you enjoy this?" I asked softly as I traced the shell of his ear with my tongue. "Do you enjoy being touched like this by your enemy?" I trailed my tongue down his jaw to his neck. "Do you want more?" I asked softly and he moaned in response, seemingly losing the battle between common sense and lust. I lapped at his neck, savoring the flavor that was uniquely him. Suddenly I had the urge to mark him, let everyone know he had been mine if only for a night. So I did, biting down hard on his neck so he yelped before soothing it with my tongue until he moaned wantonly underneath me.
I grinned and murmured huskily into his ear. "I think we are going to have lots of fun, you and me. And in the end, I will win and you will be mine."
