DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. all credit except for the plot of this fanfiction goes to J.K Rowling

Title: Serpent Personified

Pairing: Harry/Voldemort some Harry/Lucius if you squint

Full Summary: There's something wrong with Harry; Hermione & Ron want answers. Why is he hanging out with Malfoy? What's he hiding under that Glamor? Why does he sneer at them when he KNOWS they're looking? why does he seem to jump at any sudden movements? How is he beating 'Mione in every class? And why, if he does come to the dorm at curfew, does he spend all night staring at the ceiling, unmoving? Little do they know, that Harry was murdered months ago...yet, still alive in every way. HP/LV some HP/LM OOC dark!Harry maybe Evil!Harry later

"test" - regular speech

'test' – thoughts

~test~ - parseltongue

*test* telepathy

A small note to the readers. I decided to give Nagini a transelvanian accent. Just for fun. So there. When you read her diologue think of her speaking like that one chick from Van Hellsing, Princess Anna. That's nagini's accent.

THE IMPORTANT PART!!!!

FEAR MY STORIES CRAZY CRACKNESS!

This is the fucking weirdest shit I've ever thought of and if I'm not the first to have the balls do this I will be shocked. This chapter contains SMUT! But that isn't the thing I'm warning you of. HARRY IS THE DOMINANT IN THE HP/LV pairing. I know its weird. I know it doesn't sound right. But trust me on this, there is a good reason for it. plus the thought of Voldy getting it instead of giving just turns me the fuck on. I love submissive dom. characters. So hawt!

serpent personified

Chapter 4 – "~Meus Clementia~."

"Voldemort will be slaughtered."

"Voldemort will be slaughtered."

Snape's words echoed in his head over and over again, fueling something he'd never felt in his life. A possessiveness he could not contain, nor fathom, filled every fiber of his body mind and soul, driving him towards the insolent bigot.

The rage and utter loathing for the cretin glaring at him consumed him, and just as he lunged for the animal that was his new victim, he knew no more.

'Blood?' Harry gazed at his hands as they came into focus, his mind once more working properly. He realized he was kneeling. 'Why is there blood on my hands?' he couldn't see it, not really. It was more of the smell and the barely visible splatter of irregular heat on his hands that gave it away. He looked at his stained appendages in confusion trying to remember what had happened.

'The Veritisirum.' He thought. 'It wore off. Did he attack me?' he lifted his eyes to look for the somewhat familiar shape of his potions professor. He couldn't see it. 'Did he leave me here?'

He sucked in breath through his nose and tried to find the man's scent, but it was nowhere to be found. The only trace of him he could detect was on his hands…and the yellow and orange glow of the Dark Mark drawn upon the dark blue of the dungeon floor.

"My Lord! I beg of you come quick!" Voldemort slapped his copy of the Daily Prophet angrily on his lap, neck snapping to face Nott with an angry sneer.

"What is it?" he inquired trying to hold his temper down. The article he had been reading faced up on his lap, a photo of a screaming, blindfolded Harry clawing viciously at Dumbledore. The bloody headmaster had dared to touch him in the state he was in. Such information had sent him into a rage that had utterly destroyed the room.

Nagini had taken Raisia to her nesting room to wait it out. The two in the last week had formed a bit of a mother daughter relationship, uncommon, or rather unheard of with normal snakes. But then Nagini and Raisia were not normal.

"M-my lord. It's severus he has been returned."

"THEN SEND HIM THE BLOODY FUCK IN!" tom screamed at the trembling death eater who fell to his knees, completely missing the meaning.

"My apologies my lord…" Nott prayed for his life. His master was in one of the worst moods he'd ever seen him. "I will have them bring the body."

"The WHAT?!?!" Voldemort leapt from his seat, eyes burning like hot coals and stormed out the door, down the hall and into the meeting room where the panicked thoughts were most condensed. The moment the doors slammed open the murmurs stopped and everyone savor his potions master, who lay in a pool of blood, bowed their heads with small "My Lord's. His robe billowed behind him like a dark shadow as he walked swiftly over to Severus' nude and bloodied form. Drawn on his chest in blood was a very clear message in Runes, "A donum pro meus Clementia. Is proditor pensus suus pretium."

~Nagini.~ he summoned his Horcrux and within seconds she had slithered around him and to the body.

~A gift to my Indulgence. ~ She translated. ~This traitor paid out his price. ~ He looked upon the body in shock at who would pull such a stunt without his authority, when he noticed a small word engraved on his forehead.

~What is that? ~ He pointed with his wand.

~Electus~

~…Chosen.~ his anger vanished in an instant and his sneer faded into an undetectable smile. 'So, the boy has chosen sides.'

It was not for several days after the start of the term that there was any commotion on either side of the war.

At the Sorting Feast, the new defense teacher, Deloris Umbridge, had made a rather informative speech, declaring that the ministry was now involved and interfering with Hogwarts. He had brushed it off however. She would not last the year. Not with the plan he was already forming to end her post himself. He could have no hindrance what so ever this year and she posed a large one.

'Yes' he decided. 'The toad will have to go.' Harry had kept clear of Hermione and Ron, making him scarce whenever he smelled them, and later on when he recognized their heat pattern, if he saw them from afar. Ginny had approached him a good many times, but only once was her older brother not the one to end their visit, mostly by the threat of her famous Bat Bogey Hex. The temporary lack of potions class was also a large plus. Every time he thought of it he shuddered remembering how he had come too kneeling in front of a Dark Mark, blood all over his hands. He did not like to think about killing so bloodthirstily. To him a simple killing curse would have been enough. But he really could not deny he had in fact killed his potions professor, no doubt with his bare hands. He did not know how or why, and quite frankly he did not care to find out.

Aside from his classes, there was only one thing on his mind. The Dark Lord. How would he react when he found out he had been the one to kill him? He was sure to be furious; and even though he did not fear whatever "punishment" that may be thrown his way, the thought of loosing his trust sent a sharp stab of pain to his diaphragm. It was the strangest thing.

It was what he pondered ever night under his cloak as he wandered the castle, apparently not needing more than a few hours of sleep every few days. It was odd. But he didn't complain. It kept him out of the bedroom when Ron was there.

But tonight was not a night to wander, for the first time in a week he felt compelled to sleep and was too far from the ROR to head there for his slumber.

So, leaving the library before he would miss curfew, he anticipated his well earned nap.

Tom sat at his paper swamped desk muttering under his breath about "Albus Bloody Dumbledore" while his quill ran over the many documents, battle plans and photographs. It had been possibly the most boring week of his entire reign as the Dark Lord, and he was practically begging the fates for an opening. Upon the murder of Severus Snape, information had been coming much less frequently. Then again, he had no doubt, according to Potters note; the Order of the Flaming Chicken would be having it even worse.

The note…it had been so interestingly worded. Quite vague really. He wondered why? Flipping through his photographs he came upon a close up of the lettering upon the bloodied chest. 'A gift to my Indulgence; this traitor paid out his price.'

"Indulgence." That's what Potter had called him. The word made him think of many things, many deliciously sinful things. His mind wandered to that night when Harry had sat by his chair in naught but a rag to protect his modesty, suckling on his fingers as if they would bring him the essence of life. At the time, he had been too distracted to truly enjoy it. But now, when his mind was in most ways unoccupied he could very much enjoy the memory and allow his twisted imagination to place those lips around something much more interesting. The thought alone made him thirsty for the boy.

Still, he wondered what Potter had meant by "Indulgence". He knew it could mean several things, but having never been called thus, he was unsure how it was meant. He lifted a hand to pet Nagini behind the neck fondly as his piercing red eyes traced the sanguineous message.

Neither the serpent noticed however, the other presence in the room that they occupied. In the back of the rooms, hidden in the shadows, a glowing, midnight violet mist swirled into existence, pulsing with life as two narrow, brackish eyes glared in their direction. Had there been a face to accompany them, it would have shown the purest form of hatred. But without a sound, the intruder vanished backwards through the wall.

~What is the context meaning of "Indulgence" in the runes? ~ Tom asked curiously. ~I am unsure of what the boy meant. ~ When Nagini suddenly coiled up and lunged to the floor, clearly wanting out of abuse range, he was surprised but knew there was something wrong. Yet, he never expected her to say what she did.

~Master. Please. ~ She all but begged. ~Do not punish me for~

~Just tell me Nagini. ~ He insisted with a hard tone. Nagini's body trembled as she hissed out the meaning.

~Submissive.~

Hundreds of miles away, Harry was walking back to his common room flustered and somewhat angry. He had finally decided to make a move and intended to talk to his "friends" about what he had heard. Oh yes. He intended to interrogate them quite thoroughly. But then Peeping Tom had gone and given him a damn sex fantasy without even knowing it. He had a good mind to skip the talk with Hermione and storm over to Marvolo and ask him what the deal was. He finally approached the portrait to his dormitory. But when his mouth opened to say the password the only sound that came out was a blood curdling scream of agony as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his scar.

Hermione was jerked awake by an agonizing scream echoing through the walls. Dashing out of her bed, and one of the many who did, she stumbled over the other students to make it through to the common room. Panic ensued, to say the least.

"What's going on?!"

"Who's screaming?!"

"Harry! That sounds like Harry!" just then they hear a girlish shriek from the fat lady on the other side of the portrait. Everyone rushed to open it. But nothing could have prepared them for the sight they were about to witness.

Harris back was arched dangerously off of the marble floor, his body trembling and writhing violently as if in a seizure. His mouth was open in an agonized scream that could have shattered Plexiglas. His hands clutched his hair, now wet with the blood that was poring endlessly from his scar. But it wasn't this that made them the most afraid; it wasn't this that prevented them from going nearer him than they were. No. It was his voice which switched between screaming and hissing in unmistakable parseltongue.

They all stood there in shock, watching as their golden boy screamed until blood seeped from the corners of his wide open mouth. Only then did Ginny come to her senses and leap to his side.

"Harry! Harry!" she sobbed while trying to pry his hands from his head, pressing him to the floor. "Harry! It's me! Ginny!" crocodile tears spilled down her cheeks "I'm here! Dumbledore's on his way! Please! Please, hang on! Fight him Harry! Don't let him win! Don't let him take you over!" But Harry couldn't hear. He only knew the torturing voice in his head which was spilling from his mouth.

~ - DARE CALL ME, ME! LORD VOLDEMORT, YOU'RE FUCKING SUBMISSIVE? YOU INSOLENT LITTLE SQUIB! WE SHAL SEE WHO SUBMITS TO WHOM! I'LL HAVE YOU ON YOUR BELLY CRAWLING LIKE A SAND SERPENT BEHIND ME, BEGGING ME FOR MORE AS I TAKE ALL THAT YOU HAVE AWAY WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU! REST ASSURED YOU WILL REGRET EVER BEING BORN! ~

Dumbledore's eyes gleamed between triumph and anger. On the one hand, now everyone had seen what Harry was in agony when possessed. So he could not have been so before, the others would see that. On the other, the pain stricken face that glared directly at him was undeniably satisfying. How he wished he could watch the fiend suffer in the pure, Light magic dominated body. But he knew if he stood immobile much longer it would deem inappropriate. He raised his wand and shouted an unheard spell. In a blinding flash of light Harry's body went limp in Ginny's blood soaked arms. A collective sigh of relief filled the area and Dumbledore looked sternly at the students.

"Return to your dormitory at once." He ordered not leaving any openings for objection. And there was none to speak of savor Ginny, who was rocking Harry's unconscious form absently. "Miss Weasley?" he asked softly and places his hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head to see his sad and worried face. "Harry will be fine. I give you my word." He gave her a small twinkling smile, which she tried to return as she nodded to him and set Harry's unconscious body down, climbing through the portrait.

The aged face hardened in an instant when his gaze returned to the child on the floor.

"Albus…look at his eyes." whispered Professor Flitwick, fearfully. Every member of the Faculty was there, including Miss. Umbridge, who had an equally disconcerting frown on her face to the headmasters. They all focused on the boys eyes, but only Minerva expressed what she was seeing.

"Albus…" she asked hesitantly. "Why will his eyes not close?"

+ * + * +

It was very late when the life returned to Harry's ever open eyes. He had been waiting. He could not afford any more hints to what was happening being given to the light. And he knew that the Dark lord himself had jeopardized his own success with that insolent little tantrum of his. Harry knew he might be so childish as to "scare" him like he had. But now that he had, Harry decided to stop his pretenses. There were some things he wanted and would make crystal clear to Marvolo.

Harry knew it was safe to leave now…Pomfrey would already be asleep. Dumbledore would have left at least an hour ago, the old fool.

With a grin on his face he sat up in his bed and transfigured his gown into the uniform undershirt and pants. Without a word he slid off and turned on the spot, breaking the one rule of Hogwarts only Dumbledore, and himself had the authority to break.

A/N : when the smut starts, if you have it, put on "Walk" by Pantera. It's a song that was stuck in my head as I wrote the scene. And I must admit it was perfect for it.

In the history of Slytherin Manor, there had been many battles, many disasters, natural and material. But never, had there been such an explosion of magic so strong to put the entire building into shambles.

The house elves were having a field day, trying to clean and repair everything. You never saw bigger smiles on their faces. Much in contrast to them were, eight outer reign death eaters, lying dead throughout the house, and the survivors who had gathered in a single room, terrified to come out and face what was sure to be instant death.

As for the dark lord himself, he had been standing erect and still, facing to the fireplace for the last few hours. He had no regrets of his actions, none. But he did wonder if he had been too harsh. He had, after all, gotten rid of Dumbledore's spy. Perhaps-

~No!~ he hissed, reassuring himself of his faultlessness. He needed to learn his place. ~It is not at my side, I am equal to, nor below anyone! ~

~Is that so?~ Voldemort spun on his heel to see potter himself, log haired and snake eyed before him, looking, at best, quite strangely at him.

~You dare show your face here?~ his voice was hard and hateful. This little whelp of a child…this snarky brat dared insult him in blood! Harry rolled his eyes and waved his hand to the side.

~Can you move over a bit?~ he asked casually. ~I can't see you properly in front of that inferno.~

~Get out!~ tom growled. ~Get out of my ho-~
~This is more my house than yours, Marvolo.~ He smirked. ~Remember?~ Tom had to summon every sliver of self control not to murder the child where he stood. But unfortunately he was right. And if he attempted to expel potter, he himself would be thrown outside the wards.

"What do you want?" he sneered switching to English. But Harry's smirk only grew.

"I wanted to ask you where those lovely images I've been receiving the last few days were coming from."

"Images?"

"Quite." Harry smiled and started towards Riddle ever so slowly. "Why, only tonight, before you so rudely tried to relay your threats to me, I was wandering the Trophy room when I was made to see quite the erotic fantasy." He turned his face to the side ever so slightly and allowed his cheeks to flush prettily, the fire glimmering in his half lidded eyes. "Would you like me to do such things, Marvolo?" he hid a discreet hum in his tone still gradually sauntering towards the snake like man.

Tom found himself unable to look away from those magnificent, sparkling, Nile green eyes. Completely forgetting how he was going to ask how the child had even gotten into the building unnoticed, or for that manner, at all.

A thin fingered hand ghosted over the dark lord's chest, sending a slight shiver through him. Why couldn't he focus? What was wrong with him?

He was the bloody Dark Lord for Salazar's sake! He shouted at himself to make the boy stop. He screamed and ranted and raved in his mind to stop this travesty and take control like he should and had right to do! But his body refused to obey the moment those fingers closed violently around his pale skinned neck, obliterating all hope of rational thought and the Glamours that gave him his frightful appearance left with it.

"Do you want to taste me, Marvolo?" a soft voice whispered into his now visible ear, the warm breath making him tremble. "Do you want me to ~submit~ to you?" he hissed in the same manner he had with Severus, lifting his other hand to brush the graying raven hair from his ear.

Though Tom did not know it, Harry already had him pressed against the wall, a good ten feet from where Harry had first touched him. It was going perfectly.

"Or do you want me in control…" his voice was husky and glazed with melted sugar. "Will you let go of your Slytherin pride, Tom?" his teeth found the snakes earlobe and bit harshly, drinking in the shudders that traveled down the others spine. Letting out his tongue and lifting his leg between Toms, he turned his neck and dragged it down the jaw line, leading himself to the lipless mouth he wanted so much to feel against his own. He had no idea what was driving him to do such things to Tom, but he was already too drunk off of it to care much at all.

His eyes blazed like they had at severus' last words, and he finally remembered every moment of that blessed and glorious kill, making him want nothing more than to take what was his. What that cretin had dared threaten to take from him.

This was his treasure, the man he had in his grasp. All his, and the pits of Hell swallow up any other soul that attempts to so much as look his way, after he had claimed him.

But if he had cared of the reason for this new obsession, he would have felt his core magic throbbing, the small thread-like trail that led to his animal spirit slowly strengthening, letting the instincts surface little by little.

"What do you really want ~ Meus Clementia ~?" he brought himself flush against taller man and slid a hand between the fastenings of the snake's robe. Voldemort hissed colorful, vulgar strings of parseltongue at the feeling of those wonderfully jagged nails rip tantalizingly down his chest. His breathing became labored as the corrupt knee rubbed against his ever growing erection, with no need to mention the, other reactions he was getting from this foreign sensation. He didn't care that his hands were pinned uselessly behind his back. He didn't care that this was Potter. All he cared about was feeling those hands, those teeth and that tongue over every inch of him until he could take no more.

A sharp tug to his hair pulled him down upon those accursed lips, tongue having instantly shoved its way into his mouth, endlessly searching and exploring his mouth with imposing vigor.

Harry let out a throaty animal-like growl, his nails breaking the skin of Tom's neck as he pulled him impossibly deep into his mouth. A hungry moan rang into his ears when two hands grasped the front of his shirt, knees sinking inch by inch. Harry could feel his grasp weakening on the man and with a grunt he threw the snake to the floor. He quickly straddled Tom's waist, and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his treasures neck he ripped a gasping moan of lust from it that sang to him like a phoenix's trill.

~Tell me what you want.~ Harry demanded with a snarl. He would not take any form of hesitation from his mate, he wanted the body under him, the soul within it, the heart that gave it life. He wanted it all and he refused to let any of it resist.

. ~What do you want me to do to you?~ he purred. ~ How do I claim you to your needs.~

When there came no reply but a short grid up against his groin accompanied by the gasping breaths of his snake, he could no longer restrain his impatence and bit ravenously into the crook of the smooth, lithe neck, drawing blood and lapping it up thirstily, throat gurgling pleasurably.

A feint, illegible hiss reached Harry's sensitive ears that told him to stop and listen for it once more.

~Louder, Meusssss Clementia~ he growled into his ear, drawing out his parseltonge longer than necessary, his tongue practically flickering out with the serpentine hiss, satisfied with the violent tremble that shuddered against him.

~More!~ at that word, insane flashes of all of the fantasies that had poured into his mind over the last week filled it again, this time the tabled turned. So many, too many to count yet here they were and his treasure was asking for it all.

With a leer of satisfaction, Harry tore open Tom's robe, eyes glazing thoroughly at the lean chest, nipples pert with arousal as they rose and fell with each heaving breath he took. His hands lingered over the smooth untouched skin with loving caresses, his nose burying itself in his soon to be lover's neck, bathing in his beautiful scent. He ran his fingertips over one of the glowing, pink buds and suckled gently over the prominent vein that pulsed with blood under the flesh of his throat.

~Harder!~ he growled almost menacingly. ~Damn it, hurt me!~ Tom was no longer begging, though, he was demanding it. It was the only way he kept his false sense of authority, and Harry generously allowed his delusions…this time.

Once more his teeth dug deep and sucked as hard as he could manage without genuinely injuring him, the blood rushing to the surface in an instant to form a nastily visible bruise.

*Anything you say, my Treasure.* he mocked with a heinous chuckle silently spelling away the rest of their clothing. Tom gasped in surprise and both of their manhoods stood out proudly, reaching their fullness upon contact with the slightly chilled air. Harry lowered himself down to the slender chest of his mate flickering his tongue over every inch of it as his mouth closed over the skin, sucking and nipping desperately until his lips found a hardened nipple.

Tom's back arched up into the smaller body that so easily had him pinned down, hissing and gasping out for more every time the sharp teeth ground his flesh between them. Hips gyrated together vigorously, their cocks never loosing contact, never breaking apart for the unsaid fear of separation, and three fingers thrust wonderfully deep into Toms squeezing hole. But it was not enough; not nearly enough for the two sex-starved wizards. But it was the Dark Lord that finally broke.

~Gah!~ he gasped. ~ Dammit, Potter! ~ Tom growled angrily and frantically clawed at Harry's thighs to bring him closer. ~Just do it! I want it now!~

If one had looked into those hungry green orbs at that moment, they would have sworn to have seen lightning flash within their depths as a deafening cry of complete and utter ecstasy screamed out from the man below him, echoing throughout the entire castle.

To say that Lucius was shocked at the sound of such a shriek here in Slytherin manor would be a complete falsity. It was when the screams only grew louder, spastic and evolved into colorful strings of language, that he was unable to ignore it.

Who was stupid enough to be screwing at a time like this?! They should at least have the good sense to keep it down. He had no doubt that whoever was being so careless would be dead within the hour. He did not put it past his master to use the noise as an excuse to kill again.

But when after three long and sleepless hours passed by that he lost all patience. For the love of Merlin, he was trying to get some bloody sleep! As if mocking him, the lust dripping moans and cries only grew louder and much more erratic.

"That's it!" he growled. "I'll kill them myself!" he threw his bed sheets off of his nude form, conjured and put on a robe, and grabbed a wand before storming out towards the noisy lovers.

When he approached the door though he realized how much trouble these poor death eaters were really in. this was the dark lords private study! They must be new recruits if they were so utterly stupid! Perhaps he should just leave them be, in case his master came while he was stopping them. But when an unmistakable roar literally vibrated through the foundations of where he stood, rattling the door, his impulsiveness got the better of him.

He slammed open the door, his wand pointed at them, all too ready to curse the imbeciles when he nearly passed out in shock.

He could hardly make out the figures through the magic swirling around them, but yet another guttural and vicious howl shook him to the core as the magic burst forth in a shockwave to shatter glass.

Knocked against the wall Lucius shook his head and looked up through his, now messy, silver hair. There before him was none other than the dark lord himself being ravaged mercilessly by a heavily scaled humanoid form, its eyes glowing with mirth. A sadistic leer was wide spread on its face and its talons digging cruelly into Voldemort's thighs, which were pressed up against his chest, as it plunged its cock deep inside him, grunting and moaning in perfect rhythm. And if this wasn't frightening enough, there was no denying that, with the way his masters back was arched at least a foot and a half off of the carpet, his own nails drawing blood from the creatures back pulling its mouth to his in a wanton and hungry kiss, that he was enjoying it. His red eyes glazed over quite suddenly and his mouth opened in a scream of rapture his seed spilling over his and the humanoid's chests. Nothing, though, could have prepared him for the name his master called out at that moment.

"HARRRYYY!!!" Lucius' silvery blue eyes constricted impossibly small, and rolled into his head as he fell to the floor, in a dead faint.

Instantly a thundering growl filled the musky air with Harry's final and most brutal thrust into his mates throbbing, pulsing entrance, his body shuddering with release.

~MINE!~

holy crap dude. i NEVER thought id have the CAJONES to do this. dont kill me voldy! i just wanted to see you bottoming! i'll never do it again! (lying through my teeth) REVEW REVEW REVEW!!!