Title: Figments Forever

Parings: Harry Potter/Voldemort

Warnings: Spoilers, slash, angst, sex scenes (later) and language as well as general evilness (on Voldemort's part)

Summery: Love is the most powerful force on this earth. It seems Dumbledore's constant nagging has finally gotten through- Voldemorts decided to test it. Forced into a relationship he knows it wrong Harry must fight Voldemort, Death Eaters and his own traitorous emotions for, as Voldemort cruelly points out, how can someone be expected to kill the only man they've ever loved?

Authors note: And the second part of around three or four (most likely three but we'll see what happens. If its four, the chaps will be shorter) is up! Thanks for everyone's support so far and the next chapter will be up in two weeks, as per usual. It's shorter than my other stories so I'm being a touch more cruel with the updating! Mwahahahaha! In the mean time, try reading 'Eternity', my other new story.

I'm owned and I'm branded
I'm marked and I'm caged
I'm kept, I am bottled
But watch as I rage
You think I'll sit quietly?
You think I'll submit?
You think me obedient?
-Not even a bit
For my pride, it is stronger
My stubbornness, steal
My anger, a creature
That all heaven can feel
I breathe and I wait
My mind knows what's true
And with my every breath
Know I defy you.

Part Two: Helpless Heroics

It took a while for Harry to locate the dungeons. It had been a place he had avoided like the plague before, and even after he had located them they were so very large that it was a good hour before he found Severus' cell—trying in vein to ignore all the red, darkened stains that littered the stone floor regularly.

Severus himself looked much better, though a little battered, bruised and bloodied. He was conscious though, which was certainly an improvement from last time.

"Professor Snape?" He asked gently

"That title is hardly necessary Potter. I doubt I'll be teaching for a long time" Severus said, voice sill scratchy and, as always, not devoid of sarcasm

"Oh good, your okay" Harry sighed in relief

"Don't worry, they'll kill me soon" Severus assured him dryly. Harry smiled at the fact his teacher was still as bitter as ever

"No they won't. I made a deal with Voldemort. Your life for me willingly attending every Death Eater meeting and sitting at his feet" Harry made a face "Sounds like fun"

Severus actually looked up at that

"You saved my life" He said, a statement, not a question. Harry shrugged

"You always seem to be getting me out of trouble. Least I could do" Harry said simply

"I never thought I'd see the day when Harry Potter bargained with the Dark Lord himself" Severus said ruefully "What does he have on you anyway? I was surprised when you didn't attempt to attack him or something equally foolish"

"Vendo Diligo" Harry said simply. Severus' eyes widened and Harry could swore he saw a trace of pity in the man's ebony eyes

"Have you fallen in love with him yet?" Severus asked, with the air of one inquiring after the weather

"Not yet" Harry said, with a bitter smile "but the effects have long since started. My dreams are becoming rather vivid"

"It shouldn't be long now," Severus said, more to himself than Harry

"I don't suppose you know a cure?" Harry asked hopefully. Severus was a Potions Mater after all

"Death" Severus said bluntly and Harry sighed

"That's looking rather tempting right now," Harry muttered and Severus actually smiled

"It always does" he said "But since the prophecy pegs you as the only hope for humanity I'd advise against it"

"How can I be expected to kill someone I'll soon be in love with?" Harry asked "And don't forget the fact that killing him will kill me. I'm a little too young to die"

"Aren't we all?" Severus murmured, looking at his bars with distaste

"Don't worry about yourself though Snape" Harry said, determined to do this one thing "I'll think of something"

Severus merely smiled

Figments Forever

Perhaps to exercise his new found control (or perhaps in actual need) the next Death Eater meeting was the very next day at the very same time. Like the first time, Nagini came to lead him to the meeting, and like the first time the hall was already full when he arrived. He wondered briefly if this was a tactic devised to make him more nervous and feel significantly more trapped- then thought cynically that it was working.

Voldemort beckoned him to his side and then, with a pointed glare and a victorious smirk, indicated that he was to sit at his feet. Harry scowled darkly, well aware of the fact that every single Death Eater was waiting to see if he would actually do it. His thoughts firmly on Severus and the fact that keeping his word was probably keeping the man alive, he smoothed down his top (which was rather dishevelled from his hands twisting the fabric) and sat with as much dignity and grace as he could muster. He was rather proud of himself as he crossed his legs and looked, to all appearances, totally at ease and unembarrassed.

Of course, the image was ruined rather effectively when Voldemort lowered a hand to run his thin, skeletal fingers through his hair.

Tingles ran happily down his spine and an almost unnoticeable shiver followed in its wake. Voldemort noticed it apparently, because the fingers stilled momentarily. Harry actually found himself leaning slightly into their gentle touch and found himself wishing they would resume their movement. After a brief moment they did, and Harry was rather mortified to find he was practically purring with pleasure.

"My little kitten" Voldemort said softly and Harry found himself irritated that even Voldemort's endearments were insults.

"Bastard" He said softly, though there was not his usual heat in the words. Voldemort chuckled

"Stubborn" he muttered before beginning to address the Death Eaters

Harry could not have recited a single word of that meeting if his life had depended on it. His entire world consisted of the fingers playing their way softly through his hair. It was remarkable how such a demeaning touch could make his entire body shiver with pleasure—make his every nerve tingle with delight, his every hair stand to attention, his every trouble suddenly unimportant. Harry hated Voldemort for it, but for the life of him, he could not resent the touch. He couldn't stop himself from wanting to continuously lean into it, couldn't stop the way he reacted to it, couldn't stop bloody purring.

He felt like a cat, like a favoured pet, indulged briefly and momentarily before it was pushed out of the way to a remote corner of the house. It was becoming increasingly harder to ignore the predatory glares of the Death Eaters and their eyes were a lot more memorable than the words Voldemort spoke. Harry could just about figure out what he was saying from the tone- it was cold, commanding, and ruthless. It took him a moment to realize that Voldemort never addressed him in such a tone. When he spoke to him, his voice was smooth and cultured and had a malicious twist to it that caused injury in other ways. It took him an even longer moment to realize that this was Voldemort being nice

What a scary thought

Figments Forever

Although there wasn't a meeting the next day Voldemort had apparently decided that Harry wasn't about to try anything and had moved the Death Eater's back in. Now, when Harry went to the library, there were at least another five people there, looking up this or that for their Lord or simply filling up the time. Harry ignored them for the most part (though their constant glaring got a little distracting) and continued to read. The company, however, meant he could only practise wandless magic in his rooms. Indeed, everywhere else he went he ran into at least one Death Eater- the library, the kitchen (which he had discovered in his explorations) and even the hallways.

The worst ones to walk into were the ones of the inner circle and because they were, well, the inner circle, they were the ones there the most. And being the inner circle they were the ones that had the most experience with Harry and, therefore, gave him the most penetrating glares.

His resolve on not using wandless magic was sorely tempted with he saw Bellatrix Lestrange and, knowing she would taunt him into it, he made a point to avoid her whenever possible. In fact, he tried to avoid all those in the inner circle. They planted subtle insults, taunting and innuendos. He had yet to have too bad a confrontation with any of them but that time of peace was ended rather effectively when he walked through a corridor only to have his way blocked by none other than Lucius Malfoy. He moved to one side and Lucius followed him. He moved back and the same thing happened. He glared

"Can I help you with something, Malfoy?" He snapped, irritated

"So good to see you Potter" Malfoy said casually, voice all poise and elegance.

"Wish I could return the sentiment" Harry said bluntly "Now move aside"

Malfoy tutted

"Dear me Potter" He said, voice perfectly polite "One would do well to teach you some manners"

His silver eyes roamed over Harry's body unabashedly and Harry felt his cheeks heat up. He felt suddenly defiled and dirty.

"See something you like?" Harry said scathingly, hoping to get Malfoy to sneer or storm off or do something that involved his eyes to stop looking at him like he was desert

"As a matter of fact, yes" Malfoy purred and the next thing Harry knew he was pressed firmly and fully against the wall

"Your helpless Potter" Malfoy whispered in his ear and he darted out his tongue briefly. Harry felt repulsed "You are unarmed, delectable, and completely under my mercy. I'm going to take you and your going to beg and plead and scream and take it like the whore you are"

Harry made a face and swore on his parent's graves that he would not 'take it' and that if he had to use wandless magic he would. Malfoy felt hard and horrible against him and everything in his very being was repulsed as Malfoy took him in with lust-filled eyes. Malfoy licked his lips and slowly they began to draw closer. Harry prepared himself, ready to bite his tongue off if necessary, and Malfoy was just getting closer…

"Crucio"

Perhaps a disarming spell would have been subtler but the Cruicatus certainly did the trick and the next thing Harry knew, Malfoy was on the floor screaming in agony. He blinked, knowing for certain that it had not been he who cast the spell and looked down the hall to see an irate Dark Lord pointing his wand firmly at Lucius Malfoy and quite obviously enjoying his agony.

Voldemort ended the spell and walked forward to look down on Lucius Malfoy as he got shakily to his knees

"Harry Potter is mine," He said simply, voice as smooth as steal and cold as ice "Touch him again and I'll kill you"

Muttering assurances, Malfoy got to his feet, bowed, and hastily made his way from the hallway. Voldemort's red eyes followed him around the bend then swung suddenly to pierce his own. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine at the intensity of those eyes and the next thing he knew he was back against the wall- only this time it sent every nerve alight with pleasure at the firmness of the contact. Harry forced himself not to moan, but neither did he trust himself to try and break free. He settled for staying completely still as Voldemort devoured him with his eyes alone.

But then Voldemort kissed him

For someone whose main ambition was to take over the world, Voldemort was one hell of a kisser. His lips were bold, demanding and extremely skilful. Harry gasped in shock and Voldemort took the opportunity to invade Harry's mouth with his tongue. It was velvet and soft and knowing and so very wonderful all at the same time that Harry was rather glad he had been pushed against the wall- he would have fallen otherwise. He lost himself completely in the kiss and common sense and dignity found it fitting to take a small vacation because Harry found himself wanting to surrender to the kiss- to return it. He fought stubbornly against the temptation- and lost rather dramatically, giving in with a broken sob as he kissed Voldemort back, twirling his own tongue around his and pressing himself into Voldemort's heated body.

As quickly as it started it was over and the warm presence was leaving Harry against the wall- panting, confused and utterly unsatisfied.

Figments Forever

The lips were everywhere. They were hot and fiery and urgent and all over him. Harry was ready to scream, he was ready to beg, he was ready to burst into a thousand tears.

Then, suddenly, the lips were taken away and it was torture. Nothing more horrible had ever happened in the history of the world. Suddenly life was not worth living. Not without those lips and that tongue and those teeth that made him feel so… oh, wonderful.

But the eyes were still there. So hot, and fiery and mocking and vindictive and staring right through him so it seemed all he could see was those eyes with that look that burned right through him and made him want to beg for those lips and that tongue and those teeth…

And he was surrounded by red.

Figments Forever

Harry was going mad. His dreams had become even more vivid than ever before- and all of them were based around that unforgiving kiss. It would have been far easier if Harry had been able to say he was disgusted but the disturbing truth was that he had enjoyed it.

Life sucked

He needed to talk to someone, to banter with someone- to do something that did not involve kissing Voldemort or thinking of kissing Voldemort, which, these days, limited his options rather effectively.

So he went to visit Snape

"Yes, he's kept his promise and I'm still alive- though I must say, the accommodations are terrible" Were Severus' first words when he saw Harry enter. Harry smiled in amusement

"I'll recommend you for the five star room" Harry said and Severus actually managed a smile

"How goes the potion?" Severus asked and Harry felt his spirits drop dramatically

"Badly. Voldemort kissed me," Harry admitted, frowning at the memory

"And?" Severus asked expectantly

"I liked it" Harry said petulantly. Severus nodded

"First contact," He said, more to himself than to Harry "Dreams and thoughts becoming more vivid?"

Harry nodded and Severus looked thoughtful

"I thought so. It escalates with the more intimacy you experience. It'll level out a little after you engage in intercourse" He said matter-of-factly

Harry adopted a horrified expression at the word 'intercourse' and gulped

"I'm screwed. There's no way I can get out of this, is there?" He asked despairingly

"Afraid not, and the Order isn't even aware of what's happening, seeing as I'm unable to inform them" Severus said with a bitter smile

"Well" Harry said lightly, trying to ease the atmosphere up "I'll just have to get you out"

Severus merely raised an eyebrow.

Figments Forever

Having nothing else to do with his time (except practise wandless magic and even that got boring after five hours straight) Harry took to visiting Severus regularly. Though he was as rude and sarcastic as ever, his barbs were more blunt than sharp and nothing he said ever actually insulted him anymore. He didn't even bring up Harry's parents. In fact, for Snape, he was even nice. Harry began to look forward to their talks and he suspected Severus did the same- even if it was just because he was the only human contact Severus got.

So that's how Harry spent his days: reading, practising wandless magic and visiting Severus

This cycle was promptly disrupted when Voldemort called another Death Eater Meeting. Harry, as per agreement, had to attend and at six o'clock, make his way to the now familiar hall. As always, it was already full and, as always, he subjected himself to the humiliation of sitting at Voldemort's feet. Voldemort's hand lowered to stroke through his hair and Harry used all his self-control not to think about that kiss.

"I believe Lucius" His eyes darted to a Death Eater that Harry gathered was Malfoy "Has brought me a present for being audacious enough to touch something that is mine"

Harry tensed briefly at the words, knowing very well whom Voldemort was referring to. He'd almost forgotten just how possessive the Dark Lord could be.

"Yes, my Lord" Malfoy nodded. Two Death Eater's came forward and dragged with them a young girl who, by her attire, was obviously muggle. Harry tensed again and Voldemort smiled as he took in the child's terrified expression. The Death Eater's threw the child to the floor at the Dark Lord's feet and the girl scrambled hastily onto hers.

"Who are you?" She demanded, obviously trying to sound brave but failing rather miserably. Her hair, a vibrant red, hung in a ponytail rather haphazardly and as she spoke it moved furiously with her head, as though personifying her temper

"I thank you for such a wonderful gift Lucius" Voldemort said with a dangerous smile "I shall much enjoy breaking her"

"Don't" Harry cut in hastily, not wanting to see this innocent child tortured into insanity "Please don't. Please"

"Are you begging, my Harry?" Voldemort asked, using his hand to draw Harry to his feet so he could study his eyes. They flickered in anger

"If it will save her life, then yes, I am willing to" Harry said, raising his chin

"Hear that, my followers? Famous Harry Potter is wiling to beg for the life of a mudblood" Voldemort mocked. The Death Eater's twittered with laughter. The girl looked nervously hopeful

"You forget Harry" Voldemort purred making Harry look away to hide the flash of desire in his eyes "That I am a Dark Lord, I am as close as one can get to pure evil… and I have no plans of sparing a child pain that she is so worthy of. Crucio"

The girl screamed and Harry cried out. While Harry raged against the desire to preform wandless magic, the girl screamed and twitched on the floor. Voldemort laughed at her pain and Harry felt the desire increase. He lifted the curse, only to cast it again. The girl screamed louder until Voldemort cut it off and promptly cast the Killing Curse. The girl lay still. Harry cried out in anguish and turned to Voldemort with fiery eyes.

"She was a child, Tom!" He yelled in anguish "A child! How could you do such a thing to a child?"

Voldemort stood and brought Harry into his arms. Harry struggled with all his might, still distressed and repulsed by what he had done. Then Voldemort kissed him.

Harry was far too gone to actually resist the kiss but his indignation gave him power and he managed to stay very still, neither responding nor drawing away. Voldemort noticed and growled, shoving his tongue forcefully in Harry's mouth and exploring it so thoroughly that one would think he hoped to make a map. Harry quivered, feeling his resolve tremble under the pleasure that was running through him. Voldemort, apparently admitting defeat, began to draw away.

Harry snapped.

He threw his arms tightly around his neck and drew him in further. Voldemort smiled on his lips but obediently resumed his explorations. They were not one-sided this time and Harry found himself responding just as enthusiastically, his entire being swimming with sensation. Lack of air forced them apart and it was only when those thought-clouding lips were removed that Harry's head cleared and he realized more fully what he had done. He groaned in dejection and hopelessness, because despite that, he still wanted it to happen again

"Bastard" He said bitterly, channelling his inner rage at Voldemort

"Stubborn" Was all Voldemort said in reply, voice eerily fond and totally dismissive of the Death Eater's watching them with shock

Harry made quite a point of storming off

Figments Forever

Voldemort was the most powerful Dark Lord that ever lived. He was intelligent, strong and had more magic that one could shake a stick at, as a muggle would say.

He was, however, extremely arrogant

It was this, more than anything else, which caused him to lock the potion's cabinet with a simple locking charm. After all, who would be stupid enough to steal from the Dark Lord? The only candidate was Harry Potter and he couldn't even use magic…

Or so Voldemort thought

It was so ridiculously easy to open the cupboard, take the Polyjuice Potions and then lock the cupboard once more that Harry nearly laughed. Instead he had left a note (written with magic and no hand that anyone could identify) and had written a single word:

'Fools'

He was looking forward to seeing his dear Voldemort's reaction when he saw that. Still, he was getting off topic.

Finding Lucius Malfoy was a little harder. While it were true that he could have used anyone, he hated Lucius more than any other at the current moment- both because of his disgusting advance and the muggle that he had so thoughtlessly used as a gift.

Yes, Lucius would pay

After almost half an hour of searching Harry checked the library once more and found Lucius sitting on a chair reading a book and looking as though he had been there all along- despite the fact that Harry had checked the very room a mere fifteen minutes ago

Harry approached him with much more control and composure than he actually had. Lucius, feeling his eyes upon him, looked up with a scowl

"What do you want Potter?" He snapped

Harry was very quick in casting the stunning spell. A quick 'Notice-Me-Not' spell later and Harry was on his way to the dungeons. Needless to say Severus was rather surprised to see him

"Potter, is that Lucius Malfoy?" He asked in shock

"Yep" Harry said placing him not so gently on the floor and picking a single hair. He got out one of the two vials he carried and put the hair in. To his amusement it turned hot pink.

"A hair, if you will" He requested. Severus, recognising the potion, handed the hair over. Harry put it in the remaining vial and it turned the blackest of blackest. Severus looked quite smug at that.

Without much care Harry poured it down Malfoy's throat

"This will teach you to hit on me" He muttered, "I shall be scarred for life"

"Remind you never to piss you off" Severus said dryly as Harry handed him the remaining vial. He drowned it quickly and soon Lucius Malfoy sat in the cell and Severus Snape at his feet, still unconscious

"Now, the cell" Harry said, looking at it. Severus suddenly looked annoyed

"You didn't bring the key? How on earth do you plan to get me out? Wave your hand and say 'Open Sesame'?" Severus snapped

"That'll do" Harry said cheekily and waved his hand, concentrating. The cell door swung obediently open

Severus stared

"No Open Sesame, I know, but just as theatrical, I think" Harry said slyly, in the best mood he'd been in for a long while

"How…?" Severus managed to ask through his shock

"I can do wandless magic" Harry explained, "Only, obviously, I haven't been. Doubt it would please Voldemort much if he found out and I could hardly match him in a fight"

Severus shook his head in dismayed amazement "Only you Potter" he muttered as he stood, seeming to be very uncomfortable in his Lucius Malfoy disguise. Harry waved his hand and the robes he wore were no longer rags

"Its only an illusion" He warned, "I can't very well transfigure robes your wearing, but they'll suffice. You better hurry, Professor, the potion only lasts an hour, remember, and I recall it passes quite quickly"

Severus eyes him suspiciously at that but nodded. He hesitated at the door, however and spoke to him

"I will come back for you, Potter" He said, an obvious promise "And I'll bring the Order with me."

"I'll be under the complete control of the Potion by the time you get here" Harry reminded him "But if you come, potion or no, I will fight"

"I'll message you when we come" He said, not saying how he would send it or how Harry would receive it, only that it would be done. Harry believed him. "And Potter?"

"Yes Professor?" Harry asked lightly as he started pulling the changed Lucius into the cell and getting him as dirty as possible in the process

"Thank you"

The Potions Master was gone before Harry could reply. Harry rolled his eyes, thinking that old habits died hard, and took great pleasure in tossing Lucius into the cell and slamming the door harshly behind him

Productive day, really

Figments Forever

To say that Voldemort was a little upset was like saying that the sea was a little wet. Indeed, Harry doubted there wasn't a room in the manor that didn't suffer from the scorch marks his out-of-control magic caused as it lashed out.

"Escaped!" He cried at the meeting, Harry sitting obediently at his feet (trying hard not to enjoy the warmth of Voldemort's presence) "How in Merlin's name did he escape?"

A Death Eater made to answer and Voldemort cursed him quite viciously before he could utter a single word. Harry supposed that Dark Lords were famous for their tempers for a reason.

"Why would you just leave the potion in the cupboard like that?" Harry muttered, the only one daring to speak. Then again, he was a Gryffindor and known to do foolish things. Voldemort glared at him, eyes flashing, and raised his wand only to curse a random Death Eater. Harry wondered if he were grateful for that or not

"I will be absent a few days" Voldemort said abruptly "I must investigate this"

"What can you do?" Harry asked in surprise " He'd be back at Hogwarts by now and you can hardly penetrate those wards"

"I need to confer with my allies" Voldemort said dangerously, eyes warning him not to press his luck "I need to collect some items and see if I cannot find who freed the traitor. He will pay with his blood"

"So you're just going to leave?" Harry asked, wondering at the feeling in his stomach. Voldemort smirked at him cruelly

"Why, my Harry? Will you miss me in my absence?" He asked, purring

Harry bristled even as the heat swamped him at the tone. The Death Eaters laughed at him and Harry felt himself flush.

"Of course, Tom" He said, lifting his chin "As much as one would miss a hole in the head"

Voldemort laughed using a chalk-white finger to raise Harry's gaze to meet his slitted one. He ducked his head down for a kiss that Harry (mercifully, frustratingly) did not have time to react to before it was over

"I leave tonight" He said divisively "I find my pet harmed in my absence and my rage will be such as you have never seen. This meeting is over"

Harry frowned at the nickname and stood, brushing his clothes down as though sitting near Voldemort had tainted them.

"Don't worry Harry" Voldemort said with a twisted smile "I shall return to you in three days, I swear"

Harry could only hope he didn't. He said so before, with his head held high, he left the room.

TBC...