Hello everyone,
So here is the second chapter to Rectifying Life. To those that read the first chapter and reviewed, thank u. I am happy that you guy's liked it so far. Since it was good for you guy's I am going to continue it and make it worth your while. That I promise. So here is my disclaimer and the chapter to the story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter if I did then Harry wouldn't be with Ginny and be a light person and the Dursley's would have gotten killed for abusing Harry.
Harry groaned as he opened his eyes to a brown colored ceiling. He felt confused when he realized he was laying on a bed and not in his cupboard like he remembered before he fell asleep. "Bout time you woke up." A familiar voice drawled in amusement. Harry jumped in shock and turned to face Voldemort, who when he last saw him in a snake like body, stood in his human form and Harry gulped nervously, taking the sight before him in. Voldemort, Tom, looked to be in his twenties looking very sexy in his dark emerald robes that was button open only slightly so that he could see a buttoned light blue cotton shirt and baggy loose black silk pants. He could see that the man before him was very well muscled. "Um...Hello." Harry said nervously.
Voldemort was positively giving him The Eye as he watched Harry checking him out. He stood up from the wall he was leaning on by the door with his arms crossed and smirked at him. "Why so nervous Harry?" He purred as he leaned in close to his ear. Harry choked in a gasp when Voldemort gave a small lick to his ear lobe and leaned back to give some space and smirked at him, his red eyes filled with amusement yet a bit of lust tingled in them.
Harry gulped in some air and blushed a deep rosy red. Voldemort smirked at the blush Harry represented and stepped back a bit. Harry, in haze, snapped out of it when Voldemort snapped his fingers in front of him. Voldemort just smirked to himself, pleased. "Come along Harry, breakfast is soon coming and I'd like to eat." Voldemort just kept smirking and Harry flushed to himself.
Harry was fuming. The gorgeous red eyed bastard had leaving him hot and bothered and was playing him. Harry knew he was playing with fire but two could play at that game. Harry thought with a smirk. Harry sighed but to Voldemort and walked out of the room, hips suggestively swaying seductively and Harry heard Voldemort groan silently to himself. Harry smirked before turning his head over the shoulder. "Come along Voldemort, as you said, breakfast awaits." Harry just laughed and dodged the hexes thrown his way.
Voldemort sighed to himself as he took a bite out of his eggs.
He took a small glance at Harry Potter sitting across from him on the table and sighed again. Harry was gorgeous yet the teen doesn't hold himself like he should. He had always liked the teen. Especially since in Harry's first year. That may sound perverted but he couldn't help himself and he had tried to convince Harry to join him where he could be by his side where he was safe and loved and away from the war. Voldemort sighed and put his fork down.
He glanced at Harry and became worried when he saw the teen wasn't eating everything on his plate. 'He must be in deep thought.' Voldemort mused to himself. Knowing they have to talk soon Voldemort opened his mouth, "Harry." The boy stopped eating and gave him a curious stare. 'Cute.' Voldemort was hoping he wasn't blushing.
"What do you want to do about the war?" Voldemort asked him.
Harry blinked at the man across the table from him. The question just came out of nowhere. Suddenly he's been what he want to do with the war. He had wished someone asked him and took it into consideration. Harry sighed before putting his fork down and gave Voldemort a stare. He could see the man before him starting to fidget. "Well, I never wanted to be apart of it if that's what your asking. Dumbledore and the rest just usually makes me do it. I'm the pawn of the chest game." Harry shrugged his shoulders in a uncaring way. Voldemort frowned. "What side did you really want to be on?" Voldemort asked.
Harry thought on it carefully. What did he want to do with the war? He had been fighting for his life most of the time he been alive. He was tired and the light had so many prejudice but the dark did as well but they didn't show it a lot but had their reasons for being that way in the first place. He wanted to be on the right side, a side where they just let him fight if he wanted to or not. He needed a break but he had to know the reasons on the dark side. "Well, what is the real reason for this dark side? What is your reason for fighting in the first place?" Harry asked.
Voldemort smiled grimly to himself. It was just a simple question yet somehow complex as well. "Well Harry, we, well I, wanted a better community for Wizards and Witches. We wanted to make improvements to the wizarding community. But Dumbledore, being in his old age, wanted the community to stay the same. The way it was way back then. Other Wizarding Communities like in the America, or french, Bulgaria, they have changed a lot of things. Sure they still use parchment and use dark magic, but they do it for the better. The light is more corrupted in most ways you can imagine. Especially with Albus Dumbledore being the leader, I can very well tell you that his brother thinks the same thing." Harry was confused.
"His brother?" Harry asked. Voldemort nodded. "Alberforth Dumbledore. He hated Albus after the accident where the old fool got his sister killed. And frankly I'm not surprised." Voldemort said with a small sneer. Harry wrapped his arms across his chest and leaned on his back against the chair with a sigh. "So what your saying, is that Dumbledore is as barmy as the ministry?" He asked. Voldemort nodded. "Indeed. He has become even more so in his old age. The older he gets the more slippery his mind becomes, making him loose a few brain cells." Voldemort explained. Harry thought for a few moments.
That theory actually made a whole lot of sense. Dumbledore should have been dead most likely sooner in his age and being alive only made him more dangerous. Hence all the trouble he put Harry throughout the years since he been born. Speaking of which, that also explains why the old headmaster kept thinking He was being over exaggerated about his abuse at the Dursley's. "You where what?!" Voldemort said with a hard voice. Harry jumped, had he been voicing his thoughts out loud without meaning to? "Yes you were voicing your thoughts out loud. Is it true you've been abused?" Voldemort asked. Harry just shut his mouth with an audible click. Voldemort sighed before he got up to his feet and moved around the dining table to kneel in front of the teen. He waited a minute for Harry to look him in the eye before he nearly lost his patients.
He put his thumb under the boys chin and made Harry stare at him.
Harry felt a strong thumb lifting his chin, forcing him to stare into crimson red eyes. "Harry." Voldemort said gently. "I might guess about what may or may not have happened to you but you should know that it was wrong. Wrong for you to be abused and wrong for Dumbledore to be sending you back. He should'v been the smarter man and saw the signs and helped you, I know this because I have been hurt almost like the way you did except I was in an orphanage." Voldemort said softly, leaning in to brush a strand of hair from the boy's face.
Harry's lungs felt tight and he could feel his eyes moisten with tears. "Yo...You would help me?" Harry said with a strangled tone. Voldemort gave the boy a small but gentle smile. He gently moved his thumb from the boys chin and rubbed in small circles over the tears on the Harry's cheeks. "Yes Harry, I would definitely do my utmost best to help you, my little snake." Voldemort whispered as he stared into Harry's beautiful green eyes, entranced.
Harry felt mesmerized as he stared into crimson eyes. He could see Voldemort leaning closer and Harry could feel himself doing the same, he could feel the mans breath on him. Harry wanted to gasp at the pure love that shown through those ruby eyes, all focused on him only. "Harry." Voldemort whispered to him before he finally smashed their lips together in a gentle kiss. Harry groaned as he felt those lips move against his. It was demanding yet sweet all the same. He pressed himself closer and felt more than heard Voldemort moan against him and Harry could practically feel the mans erection on his stomach. He wiggled in a circle a couple times and smirked to himself when he felt the man hiss. Harry gasped when Voldemort removed his lips from his and took to sucking and licking his jaw down to his neck. He groaned and automatically thrust into the man and felt hands on his waist move him away, making him whimper at the lost of contact.
Voldemort smirked in triumphant that he could get Harry so worked up just from that kiss. But he knew they have to talk about everything before it went too far. "Harry, we need to talk." He said. Harry sighed but nodded and tried to climb off the mans lap only for said man to wrap his arms around his waist and tighten, effectively stopping all movements. Harry gave Voldemort a look. " What do you want to talk about?" He asked. Voldemort sighed. "Which side are you going to be on in this war?" Voldemort asked him. Harry frowned in thought. Whose side did he want to be on? He knew he didn't want to be light since they had betrayed him. Used him in a way that he thought no one would ever fix. But the dark side, Tom, no Voldemort, had never lied to him by keeping information the man thought he should know away from him. He never really did treated him like a child that couldn't fight his own battles. And in reality, he knew he had started to like the man after seeing his teenage self from the diary and had wondered what he looked like as a grown adult and that Kiss! Harry was now determined in his decision. He didn't think he could stay away any longer. From now on, he'll get his revenge against Dumbledore and the light for trying to make him into a broken package.
He gave Voldemort a determined smile and got up from the mans lap after removing the arms around his waist. Voldemort stared at him in confusion and wariness. His ruby red eyes widen as he watched Harry kneel on his knees before him like his followers do in respect. Harry opened his mouth. "I, Harry James Potter, Do hereby pledge myself over to the Dark Lord Voldemort in mind, body, and Soul. And I hereby to stand by Lord Voldemort's side in any way I can, So Mote it be." As soon as Harry finished, a light surrounded them both and Voldemort was shocked.
Harry knew what he done shocked Voldemort, but it was one way he could prove the man that he can stand by his side in the war and help in every way he could. He knew he just basically sold himself over to the Dark Lord, but he was willing to take that risk. He waited for the man to speak as he stayed on his knees.
Voldemort stood to his feet, making Harry shiver at the cold look the man gave him. He moved his gaze to the floor. He gasped as he felt a strong finger on his chin, forcing him to look into ruby red eyes. "Are you sure you want this Harry?" The man asked him. Harry nodded with a small smile. "Yes, My Lord." He could see the ruby red eyes darken. Harry yelped when he felt the man grab onto his shoulders and made him to stand as he watched Voldemort dust him off. He gasped when he felt the man wrap his arms around him in a hug as Voldemort laid his head on his shoulders. "Never bow before me Harry. You are not marked but you are more my equal. My right hand man. And your mine." He hissed in Harry's ear making the teen shiver as Harry nodded in agreement. He said out loud, his answer echoed throughout the dining room. "I'm yours."
They never knew a dark figure outside the door was watching them in horror.
Well, what do you guys think about this chapter? Harry has pledged himself to the Dark Lord. What will happen to the Light and how will they react to Harry's betrayel, even though they betrayed him? Who was the mysterious dark figure that was spying on them?
Stay tune for the upcoming chapter.
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