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Warnings: slash, dark, non-con

parseltongue

Reign of Darkness

Chapter 2

For a whole year Harry had wanted nothing more than going back home, to Hogwarts. Sitting miserably at the head table in the Great Hall he wanted nothing more than simply disappear. Every single eye in the Hall was fastened on him; some students didn't even try to at least appear as if they weren't staring.

Even Snape and McGonagall looked at him every other minute as if they didn't quite believe their eyes.

Embarrassed Harry lowered his head. Hogwarts might look the same, but it wasn't his home anymore. A pale, big hand on his knee reminded him of the reason for his return. Emerald eyes flashed with annoyance. Voldemort knew how much he hated it to be touched by him. Yet Voldemort also knew how very much Harry hated it to be the centre of attention. This knowledge hadn't prevented Voldemort from presenting Harry to the school in the most embarrassing way possible.

The hand on his knee slid higher onto his thigh, causing Harry to bang his fork against his plate.

"Whatever is the matter, kitten? Are you not glad to be back home?" Voldemort hissed.

Harry tried to swallow his anger. He had no wish to be punished here, in front of hid teachers and peers. Fear and strain made his hands tremble, so he laid them flat on the table. Eyes still on his plate, Harry hissed back: "Hogwarts was only my home because of its people. Now it is only a school."

Voldemort chuckled, relishing his kitten's fear and defiance. Slowly his hand crept higher still, nearly covering the young man's groin. When Harry jumped involuntarily because of the hand's new location, Voldemort leaned over and whispered: "Then you will be glad to hear that you will only stay here to attend lessons. I don't trust you not to do anything stupid quite yet, kitten, and I've grown used to your presence in my chambers."

Harry's shoulders tensed even more as Voldemort's hot breath caressed his ear and his eyes widened in horror at his words. He couldn't prevent a light stutter entering his speech, hating himself for this show of weakness: "W-what d-d-do you mean? You said I could return to Hogwarts provided that I follow your rules and behave."

Voldemort's other hand reached out, caressing Harry's neck, while its twin started to stroke the young man's lap. A cruel smile played on Voldemort's lips and he whispered his reply: "You are mine, kitten, and though I might be willing to let you out of my presence for the hours you learning will take, I am in no way willing to rob myself of that pleasure in the evenings or at night."

Harry shuddered; he hated it when his captor made those insinuations. It was his deepest fear that one day, Voldemort would make them real. He knew that Voldemort preferred his bed mates to be male and smaller than him. And Harry met both requirements.

Yet even as his mind cried out in fear and his leg muscles nearly cramped because of his tension, he couldn't prevent his head from pushing lightly into Voldemort's hand, encouraging his caress.

"If I start to purr I'm going to puke." Harry thought, repulsed at his behaviour and yet unable to stop it. He'd spent nearly nine months in his cat-form, thanks to a spell Voldemort had put on him. After several other spells and a confundus potion Harry had really been a cat, with all the instincts and thoughts of one.

Severus covertly observed the two unexpected guests. Potter looked healthier than ever before, as long as one disregarded the pained look in his emerald eyes that is.

Onyx eyes narrowed when the Dark Lord leaned over to the teen and hissed into his ear. Potter's tensing muscles and the delighted look in crimson eyes very telling for any good observer. It seemed like the Dark Lord preferred to torture Potter's mind rather than his body.

Severus' expression grew even grimmer when he noticed where exactly the Dark Lord's hands had wandered to. There was nothing he despised more than the sexual abuse of minors. It was taboo at Hogwarts to even talk about breeding slaves; it was the only way to prevent the total decay of the students' morals.

The students knew they weren't allowed to abuse any of their peers in that way, as they knew they were safe of the violations of outsiders upon their own persons. There had been a few incidents at the beginning, but Severus had taken much pleasure in cursing that particular scum to within an inch of his life.

Yet here he was, unable to prevent a seventeen year old boy who was sitting not three seats away to be molested.

The boy's tense muscles nearly screamed his repulsion, so Severus was more than surprised to see him lean into the caress to his neck. Severus had to actually fight to keep his face blank after witnessing that. Another look though showed that the boy was still tense.

"Dear Merlin, what did he do to you, Potter?" he thought horrified.

"Don't." whispered Harry, his head still lowered.

Voldemort only smiled.

"Please, don't."

His little kitten was so delightful. Wanting to see those revealing emerald eyes, Voldemort

took his hand away from Harry's lap, put it under his chin and raised the boy's head. Cruel crimson orbs met vulnerable emerald.

"What is it that you wish of me, kitten?" he finally replied.

Hurt and resignation replaced constant defiance in Harry's eyes. Brokenly he whispered back: "Please, Master, not here, not in front of them."

Voldemort could clearly see how very much those words had cost the boy to say. His kitten really was an eternal source of amusement for him. Well, he had enjoyed himself immensely during the meal and there was always enough time later to play with his kitten. He would lose nothing in giving in to the boy's plea.

Smirking he took both his hands away, then requested McGonagall and Snape to meet him in the Headmistress's office.

After the short meeting with the two Hogwarts' professors, Voldemort and Harry returned to Voldemort's mansion.

Harry was tense and anxious. He knew Voldemort too well to not expect to pay the price for the small mercy at dinner. Somehow he didn't think his humiliation in the Headmistress's office had been payment enough.

"When even Snape looks at you with sympathy in his eyes, you know you have it bad." He thought with gallows humour.

It was late, so Harry was not surprised when Voldemort led him straight to the bedroom. For a month now Harry had been required to share a bed with his captor. It hadn't been too bad; Voldemort had only ever held Harry in his arms. Of course there had been those highly discomforting times when Voldemort had taken a lover to bed and Harry had been forced to remain, to hear their moans, to feel the echoes of their movements on the mattress.

Upon their arrival Harry went straight to the shower, still feeling dirty for his weakness earlier. Quickly shedding his clothes he went into the shower, letting the slightly too hot water punish his skin.

He was so busy with chastising himself for his behaviour at dinner that he didn't hear Voldemort enter the bathroom.

He only became aware of another's presence, when two strong arms caught him from behind, pressing his naked body into an equally naked hard chest.

Eyes wide in panic Harry struggled to get free, but the arms only strengthened their hold.

"Shh, my kitten. There is no need for struggle. This is just another thing you will have to get used to, like sharing my bed. That hasn't been so bad, now has it?"

Still Harry fought to get free. He didn't hear a single word of what Voldemort had hissed, couldn't hear a single sound but the screams in his mind: "No, dear God, no! Please, no! Help! Somebody, anybody, help me!"

Water ran down their bodies, highlighting the different shades of white immaculate skin.

After struggling forever without coming free, Harry's body shut down. His mind was filled with a white nothingness.

His head rested limply on Voldemort's left shoulder, his eyes were staring straight ahead and though they were open they didn't see a thing.

He was grateful for his numbness. If Voldemort ever touched him in that way, Harry didn't want to be mentally there for it.

Voldemort chuckled when he noticed Harry's shock reaction. It had been a long, long time since he had provoked that particular reaction in his kitten.

Carefully he manoeuvred them out of the shower. Taking a fluffy green towel he dried first his kitten and then himself. Then he guided the still unresisting boy into the bedroom and onto the bed.

Usually they slept both in pyjamas, but Voldemort had decided to take the next step in his plans. There would be no more clothes between him and his kitten in the bed, ever.

The first thing Harry sensed after his mind returned from its hideout, were the fingers stroking through his freed hair. It was soothing and relaxing and forced a purr out of him. Then he became aware of a hand gently stroking his chest.

Then he became aware of the feeling of satin on his skin, everywhere, and alarmed he tried to sit up.

"Ah, you are back, kitten. Good, I've waited long enough for you to return to your senses."

Strong hands pushed Harry back down. His head was forcefully laid on the older man's chest and two quick spells later Harry was unable to move or to close his eyes.

"Begin!"

Harry started. That order hadn't been directed at him. The bed dipped slightly, something moving nearer to them.

"Show yourself to the boy!"

Voldemort's voice was deep and hoarse with lust. Horrified Harry looked down Voldemort's body. What he saw made his stomach turn several times.

There was a naked man kneeling between Voldemort's legs, his face on one level with Voldemort's obvious arousal.

Harry tried to close his eyes with all his might, but Voldemort's spell held. When the blonde haired man lowered his head and closed his lips around Voldemort's cock, Harry chose the lesser of two evils and looked back up into Voldemort's face.

Voldemort's pupils were so dilated that only a tiny sliver of crimson remained and those eyes looked straight into Harry's.

Voldemort hadn't once stopped the stroking of Harry's chest. He basked in the boy's rising fear, drank in the horror in his kitten's eyes.

"You may choose which one of us you watch, kitten, but you will watch."

And while the blonde man pleasured Voldemort with his mouth, Voldemort's look never once stayed from his kitten's eyes.

TBC

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