I'm sorry for anyone who read the story and read the material without a warning. I assumed that the "M" rating and slash notice would be seen, and that would clear everything up. I didn't post a warning out of forgetfulness and thought it may ruin the future parts in the chapter. Whoops!
Warning: Rape, or attempted rape…swearing….um…yeah…And Possible HBP spoilers. (Half Blood Prince)
Now for the reviewers:
Madd Girl: Yay, first reviewer! I'll try to put your sequence of scenes in that order…your first review made me feel special!
liar-just-a-liar: I agree, Voldemort needs to be more handsome. For Harry's sake, especially. So by some complete coincidence, Voldemort will have found a book to restore his good looks!
Xelena: I'm sorry if you came into the fic not expecting the events because of the lack of warning! I'm sorry!
And to every other reviewer: Thank you so much!!!! The reviews are REALLY appreciated, honestly.
Onto the fic!
Chapter 2
Harry wondered if he would always be shrunken like this. Surely with Voldemort's intentions, he would not want Harry so small. As soon as Harry thought of the unlikeness of it, very, very bad images came to his mind. Time to think of something else.
Would he be placed in the war? Heck, would he ever see the outdoors again? Oh. Wait. Yes he would. There was a window. But was it an enchanted window? Harry mused.
He wished not to bare the Deatheaters mark. He would not be bowing down to Voldemort, kissing the hems of his robes…or his lips, for that matter.
But now was not the time for thoughts as those. Now, as Voldemort was away, was time for escape.
Maybe the proportions were off; maybe the cage had been used for an owl…But Harry realized he had been shrunk to small. Small enough to slide through the bars.
And Harry, being the naïve Gryffindor he was, attempted the escape. And electrical jolt swam through his body, and sent him hurtling back, ropes suddenly around his body taut. He landed several feet away with a sickening thud on the ground.
Smooth Harry. Smooth.
Now Harry was struggling against ropes, still in the cage.
Still in the cage.
It wasn't until a few hours later, Harry found he was able to move freely, and he took up the habit of pacing.
He was in his cage, slightly sore from the fall. Voldemort was due to come back any minute for who knows what he wanted. And he did not have a plan.
Voldemort would not be stupid enough to keep a loose grip on Harry, nor would he just let Harry out of the cage to roam around for an exit. Probably not until any trust was gained.
But if he just happened to be "Asleep", and let Voldemort into a false sense of security that he would not attempt anything, being in his little doze.
And this is where we find Harry, laying peacefully on the ebony bed, awaiting Voldemort to come.
And he would be ready.
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The Dark Lord walked into his chamber, seeking out the presence of his captive. The boy was truly a work of art. So intelligent, cunning, beautiful…it was a disappointment he was not placed in Slytherin. The boy would not have to be swayed to join the Dark.Instead he was placed in Gryffindor, the house of fools.
The Dark Lord had been searching in the library when he oh so conveniently found a book to restore his looks from his youth. Although it may seem less intimidating to his Deatheaters, he did it for Harry's benefit. For his angel.
He wondered how long, or what it would take to have Harry by his side in the war. His power was outstanding, so remarkable in fact he really could see why such a young boy could be marked as his equal.
But the wings. Voldemort could not comprehend what had happened to suddenly have the boy sprout wings! Perhaps a potion accident, but that would have been healed, would it not? And the new powers it brought him. A great benefit to the dark, once his angel had turned.
He knew Harry did not like the little "pet name", especially coming from him. But it mattered not. No matter what it took, Harry would be pleading, begging for Voldemort. Even if some spells or potions were needed to persuade him a bit. But the Dark Lord would not want to resort to that unless absolutely necessary.
Voldemort was also worried the boy may be getting lonely. And he could not be worrying about him all day, or have him simply follow him around each day. No, he needed company, better to not grow insane or socially inept. But company would not need to be anything Potter would enjoy. No, he wanted Harry so miserable by the end of the day; he would be overjoyed by being in the Dark Lord's presence.
Voldemort had to resist a laugh when he saw the boy, curled up on his bed, attempting to trick him. It must be some plan…Voldemort would enjoy, no matter the trouble, of having to deal with the resistance. It was quite a deal of enjoyment.
He opened the cage, and slid his hand inside. He carefully stroked the boy with one long finger, watching as the boy shuddered. Had he not known the boy was sleeping, that would have ruined it.
Voldemort picked up his angel in cupped hands, making sure he had no hold on the boy. Harry tensed up, as if preparing for his next move. The Dark Lord watched as Harry kept his act of heavy breathing. Voldemort pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Harry, murmuring a spell. A little tingle went through Harry's body, and he shook a little.
The Dark Lord waited for his little angel's plan of escape.
And here it was! Harry rolled out of Voldemort's hands, plummeting to the ground.
Harry pulled up from his dive with a jolt in his back as his wings struggled to pull through.
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Harry soared around the room happily, aiming for the door. He was nervous that Voldemort had known. The bastard knew everything, so he wouldn't have been surprised if Voldemort had told Harry to stop his act. He had really freaked when he shuddered, thinking he had blown it. Apparently not.
Although Harry wished he were not at this small state, he decided it would be better for any wondering Deatheater not to notice the little winged human zooming down the corridor.
Harry looked back to see Voldemort, who had not even drawn a wand, but was just walking in Harry's direction. The Dark Lord had made no effort to call for help. He was just at the other end of the hallway, with that creepy smile again.
Harry passed portraits and portraits of ancestors, and none other than Voldemort himself. The guy had more of an ego than Draco Malfoy!
Harry had lost sight of Voldemort, and was now wandering aimlessly in the manor. He had to admit it. He was lost.
It wasn't until Harry reached a set of giant black doors Harry's hope was restored. Freedom! But how could he through? They weren't open…No Deatheater seemed to be going through, and he wasn't small enough to slide through any cracks. His only chance would be to try and pulled at the handle. Which happened to be in the shape of a snake. EGOTISTICAL!
The green eyed boy swooped down, and landed hard on the handle, which collapsed beneath his weight. The door swung open, and Harry felt like singing!
His wings picked up speed as he flew into…a room full of Deatheaters and the Dark Lord himself.
This wasn't outside.
Harry felt as if someone had caught him stealing. He was in the spotlight. He turned back to the door, which shut abruptly. He would have to find some way to pull the damned door now.
Harry felt his feet touch the ground, and noticed he had been resized to his full height.
He glared defiantly as Voldemort neared him, showing no signs of fear.
It seemed the Dark Lord had taken a habit of stroking Harry's wings, for he was doing so now. Harry thought it was too childish to spit, so he backed away from the touch.
"Draco, Lucius, stay. The rest of you may leave." The Dark Lord announced and there was an air of disappointment as the Deatheaters who had probably wanted to see what would happen, left.
Harry mentally moaned. Why had the Malfoys' gotten to stay? Would they witness Harry's form of punishment, if there were any?
The Dark Lord interrupted Harry's thoughts, "You put up quite a show Harry. Quite entertaining. I'm afraid you almost had me there."
That Bastard knew all along. He just wanted to play me.
"Yes Harry, a find false hope a fine form of punishment. Are you not Happy, Harry, with your accommodations? Is this an act of loneliness when I am not there for you?" The Dark Lord said slyly, and Harry knew what he was implying.
And Malfoy had to be here, WHY? How embarrassing.
"But it does not matter. I have found you some company for the hours I am not there. I am very busy during the day, and am afraid I do not have too much time to spend with you. Pity."
"I'm fine when you're away. Honestly. Go on vacation for all I care," Harry mumbled. The Dark Lord slid his thumb over Harry's scar, and he gave a gasp of pain.
"Draco, I have finally found some use for you. You can redeem yourself from your mistake in June."
"Yes, Mi'lord." Draco said, barely audible. It was clear he was slightly ashamed over his failure to kill the headmaster.
"I wish for you to keep Harry company in his cage. I'd think it best for you not to have your wand, in case Harry here would take advantage of you." Voldemort said, receiving a slightly hesitant "Yes, Mi'lord" from Malfoy Jr.
Harry could tell Malfoy was just as happy with this arrangement as he. The Dark Lord wanted him miserable through all hours, he supposed.
The walk to Voldemort's room was not a pleasant one. The Dark Lord had his arm wrapped tight around Harry, rubbing his back in circles and whispering things to him in parseltongue.
"Harry, I wish you not to try anything like this again. You will not succeed. Except your place here. The Dark side Harry! Standing as my equal. Can't you see my Angel?" He cupped Harry's chin and had Harry look into his crimson eyes.
Green orbs stared back dangerously, and Harry refused to speak in the snake language, "Nothing you can do will make me join you. I am loyal to the light. To my friends."
The Dark Lord sighed. "I will enjoy breaking you, my sweet."
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Harry sat on his bed, swinging his legs leaving a soft thud each time his leg was brought down.
"Will you stop that?" Draco sneered.
They had been put in the cage together less than an hour ago, Lucius Malfoy bidding farewell and Voldemort planting another kiss on Harry's head.
Harry stopped, not wanting to arouse a fight.
He snuck a glance at Malfoy, who sat as far away as he could, staring begrudgingly away at the window.
Harry was about to begin whistling, but didn't realizing what that would start.
Oh the irony! The Dark lord was now infatuated with him, and he was stuck in a cage with Draco Malfoy, his second greatest enemy.
But if he was going to be in this cage for a numerous amount of hours…
"Mal- Draco." Harry sighed. "Lets make a truce. Were both in here together, and well, we can't just sit here all day avoiding each other. One day I'm going to have to go to the bathroom, and you to get something to eat." Harry said, indicating to the invisible line Draco had drawn, showing each other's boundaries and sides.
Draco seemed to think things over for a minute.
"All right, Potter"-
"Harry."
"Okay, Harry," Draco said coldly. "A truce. If I have to be stuck here in this damned cage with you, then I suppose we better have some sort of bond."
Draco crossed to the other side of the cage, holding out a welcoming hand, "Lets start over, huh Harry?"
Harry smiled, remembering the first time Malfoy had offered him a hand in friendship. He had declined it, and made an enemy and a friend. He wondered what Ron and Hermione were up to…Probably snogging, he snickered.
He held out his hand, just the same. "I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said friendly, "And you are…"
"Harry Potter." Harry replied.
Draco let his mouth drop, looking shocked. "Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?"
Harry laughed, "Yep, that's me."
"Can I, can I see the scar?" Draco asked, acting like a blubbering fan.
Harry snickered, and lifted his hair to reveal a lightning bolt scar.
Draco gasped, "It's great to meet you, Harry Potter sir!" He then dropped his skit. "Care for a game of chess?"
"Sounds good. I'll be black." Harry said as Draco walked to the shelf, which held the Wizards version of chess.
"No fair! You be white." Draco said, reaching up and grabbing the game.
"Hey, I'm the one with the black wings." Harry joked.
Draco, who had begun to walk over, froze. He bit his lip, and continued walking on, placing the game on a small coffee table between to couches.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," The blonde said absentmindedly.
"Okay." Harry said, drawling out the word.
In the end, Draco had let Harry be the black pieces, and they had started up a friendly conversation. They had brought up memories from the past.
Draco chuckled, "Remember when the blood traitor, er, I mean Weasley threw up slugs?"
Harry couldn't help but share the fun in that situation. Yes, it was his friend, but he admitted it was still a funny time. "Yeah, that spell had been aimed at you. Ron's wand was faulty. But it proved good in the chamber. But you shouldn't go around calling people Mud Bloods. Really."
Draco rolled his eyes, "You and I have different views Potter. Neither are right, however much we think them to be. Just opinions." Draco said thoughtfully.
They continued through silence and Harry was able to think. If you were Draco's friend, he really didn't seem to have an ego. It was weird, as if he had reason to wear a mask around everybody.
"So what was it like in the chamber?" Draco asked, moving his rook to the left. (I hope the rook is the little castle thingy!)
"Well," Harry said moving his knight. "Wet. Oh, and there was a giant snake chasing me…and some evil memory of Tom riddle trying to steal a little girls soul. So…somewhat scary."
"How you manage to get out of every rut your put in each year amazes me."
"You know," said Harry, "my friends and I thought it was you who opened the chamber. So Hermione spent a month preparing a polyjuice potion so we could kinda pose as Crabbe and Goyle…" Harry trailed off thinking he had said too much.
"Are you serious? I guess I'm not surprised. Granger would be able to make that potion…How did you get away with it? Brewing the potion I mean."
Harry was stunned. Draco didn't seem the least bit mad. "Moaning Myrtle's bathroom stall. Wasn't to difficult, seeing as how no one ever goes in there…"
"And I didn't even notice their weird behavior…" Draco said, mostly to himself.
They remained in conversation, revealing pranks and such they had played, and Harry had even told Draco of the Marauders map.
"In sixth year, I had used it a lot. I knew you were up to something." Harry said.
"Yeah, and I had almost failed too…I think that's why you found me in the bathroom that one day." Draco said quietly.
There was an awkward moment, which was interrupted by the opening of the door.
Harry's eyes widened, and Draco felt pity for him. The poor boy was sleeping with the Dark Lord, each night. But Draco assumed this meant he was free from the cage now, which was good. He didn't like it one bit, but enjoyed getting to know Harry.
Harry's frightened look had vanished once he saw the Dark Lord walk in. Was it nightfall already? Him and Draco had spent the day chatting. He liked Draco, now. But what would the Dark Lord think of that? If he wanted Harry miserable, but he was happy throughout his time in the cage with Draco.
Voldemort opened the cage door and Draco walked out, his size readjusting as he walked out of the room, bidding goodbye to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort reached in and grabbed Harry, replacing the wards and charms he put each night on his bedroom door when he went to sleep.
Harry was confused, as he was not taken to the large bed, but into the bathroom. Voldemort placed him on the floor, and he regained his original height. This was starting to get tiresome, shrinking and growing, shrinking and growing.
The Bathroom was white and emerald, different to the black and green he had seen everywhere else. It had a large bathtub, which looked like a giant Jacuzzi with several taps.
Voldemort turned on the bathwater, and it was only then did he realize what was about to happen.
Voldemort turned to Harry expectantly. And though the Dark Lord had not said any words, he knew what Voldemort wanted.
"No, I have my own shower which I will use on my own." Harry said.
Voldemort sighed, and shrugged off his robe, revealing of course, all black clothing. It was what Voldemort wore everyday. Black pants, shirt, robe, and boots…He wondered if his boxers were black…Oh god no, more bad thoughts.
"Harry," Voldemort said in a warning tone. "You are to listen to me, and I will have you take off your clothes. You are to bathe now."
Harry glared, "Not with you anywhere near me!"
Harry winced when Voldemort once again had his hand placed on Harry's scar. The pain felt hot, and spread through his body. It grew intense with each growing second. Harry knew it was pointless to fight Voldemort, as he would soon surrender.
"Fine!" Harry shouted. "But, turn around." Harry did not want the Dark Lord seeing him naked.
Voldemort chuckled, but turned around anyway. He was able to see the boy full view in the mirror. He wondered if Harry would realize…
The boy climbed into the bathtub, which now had bubbles up to the rim with a strawberry scent. He sat with his arms folded, staring at the taps.
The Dark Lord removed his shirt, and started unlacing his boots.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Harry stuttered.
"I'm bathing with you, Harry."
"No your not. I agreed to get in this tub, you said nothing about this."
The Dark Lord, fully undressed, climbed into the tub. The water wavered a bit, and settled again. He pulled Harry close to him, who had shrunk to the far back of the tub.
He wrapped his arms around Harry, and placed him on his lap. Harry struggled in his grasp, but found there was no use trying. He tensed up as Voldemort leaned Harry's back against his firm, muscular chest.
"Shh, Harry. Just relax." Voldemort whispered, and pulled out a washrag. He began washing Harry, saving the more private places for later.
Harry whimpered, pushing against the Dark Lord's arm that held him in place.
"Please no," Harry said quietly. "Please?"
"You will learn to love it Harry," And the Dark Lord began to place more kisses on Harry's neck.
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"Hermione, Ron," Molly Weasley acknowledged the two. "Only because you are of age will you be able to attend the meeting. You are not, and I repeat not in the order. Got that?"
They both replied a "Yes" in unison.
Ron's mother smiled, and led them through the doors where it seemed the meeting had already assembled. No one seemed to care at that moment that the two non-members had entered.
Severus Snape, who was standing beside Albus Dumbledore, was presenting a report. Many people looked as if they wanted to snap his neck, for they heard he had attempted to kill their beloved headmaster. In truth, he had stopped it all, and he performed some rather tricky memory charms in place of this. The rest of the order knew this, but had not wanted to believe it. They all thought Snape was a traitor.
"He doesn't want to kill the boy anymore," Snape continued. "He has different intentions…He wants Potter to join him, as his equal. He also seems to want Potter to share a bed with him."
There was a cry of outrage from the order, and Hermione gave Ron a fearful look.
Molly Weasley's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. She was only giving those two something to worry over, and they were sure to tell Ginny, who had thrown a fit over not being invited to the meeting.
"Come on, you two," she said, gripping their arms and leading them out.
"Mum! Harry's our friend! We want to know! We want to help!"
"Hush Ron! I'm your mother and you will do as I say!"
He was about to retort when the door slammed shut in his face. The two teenagers- or now, adults- trudged up the stairs in silence, ignoring Ginny's questions.
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…..So what do you think! I was overly excited by all of your reviews! Thank you so much! SO many on the first chapter.
The next chapter:
Harry and Draco's relationship grows…considerably.
And some more.
