DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING RECOGNISABLE. I BOW DOWN TO J.K. ROWLING. THIS IS ALL.
HEY FAN FIC LAND! This is going to be a long chapter which will explore the budding relationship of Voldemort/Tom and Harry, introducing Neville Longbottom. (Lucuis Malfoy and Severus Snape and Bellatrix and Hermione to come soon) haha. GAY AND LESBIAN COUPLINGS. DONT LIKE - DONT READ.
It had been a few hours and the sun was setting, disappearing slowly from the horizon. Harry had had a magical outbreak, his magic had lashed out at the information he had found within Tom's last letter. His energy has been drained due to this. Harry was feeling very weak.
FLASHBACK
Harry had been walking past the park when his owl Hedwig had returned to him with a reply from Tom; he took the letter from her beak and gave her a treat before allowing her to stay perched on his shoulder as they walked in silent companionship back to Privet Drive. On route to Privet Drive, Harry got curious about the contents of the letter, it felt heavier somehow but did not look as if there was anything but a single letter inside of the envelope. Finally, Harry sighed and opened the letter, knowing he couldn't wait for much longer. At the same time that he had unfolded the neatly written parchment, Hedwig nipped at his fingers causing him to look at her oddly. "What's wrong, girl?" Harry asked, confused. "HOOT, HOOT" was all the reply he got in return. Returning to the letter in front of him he started to read, laughing at the time she had made it to Tom's manor and looking at her, understanding that she wanted her prize for winning the bet. Reading further on into the letter he become delighted to realise the heaviness within the envelope was due to a cloaking spell which was activated to make the books that Tom had shrunk and sent inside, invisible. Harry smiled, a genuine smile causing his face to light up only to turn dark and cold moments later. "WHAT?!" Harry screamed, aloud. A blur of faces, places, grass, wind, fire and earth overwhelmed Harry's senses as the world spun around as if a tornado had landed around him, Harry did not realise that he was the tornado. Waking up three hours later to the sun setting, Harry looked around at the damage he had caused.
END OF FLASHBACK
Feeling weak and knowing he may be especially vulnerable right now due to his magical break, he slowly moved to a more shaded area. A piece of wood from the rubble and chaos surrounding him was protruding from his lower quadrant. Harry pulled the wood out and watched as it began to heal, almost instantly. Looking around one last time he couldn't help the next word coming out of his mouth. "Fuck!" After this exclamation he remembered Hedwig and called for her, tugging on his mental bond that connected them, it was vaguely connecting her to him as he was weak, but still he tried. Harry continued to walk back to the hell that was Privet Drive, slowly and surely, he arrived at the road. Entering the household, quietly, he made his way up the stairs, seeing the Dursley's sitting in the living room, unknowing of the fact that he actually existed and watching a new reality tv show called "Pretty Little Liars" - a show about five girls and their lives, but after Allison one of the main five is supposedly kidnapped they fall apart until a year later or something like that and start to receive personal message from someone called 'A'. 'Talk about teaching people how to get away with torturing people' thought Harry, slightly bitter from the pain he was in. He wouldn't admit it but from the one episode he had watched he had quite enjoyed the whole concept. Once safely within the confines of his room, he locked the door and searched his room, quickly, seeing Hedwig sat on her perch, pacing. He watched for a second before laughing, startling the owl and making her fly at him. "Sorry, Hedwig, I was worried about you, by the way the visual of you pacing is hilarious" he grinned before slumping down on the bed. 'Why me?' Harry thought 'and just after I finished healing from Uncle Vernon and Dudleys last beating.'
Harry realised he needed rest, but he also needed help, which he hated to admit to. Harry decided to rest before seeking out any help so therefore, he did not see Hedwig leave through the open window into the darkening sky. As he lay his head to rest he fell into a fitful sleep full of his traitorous friends, Albus Dumbledore in a bumblebee costume offering him a lemon drop and Tom turning his back on him. Awaking from his nightmares, Harry felt slightly better before pulling his wand to a blurry figure sitting in his chair by the bed. "Easy, Harry. It's me, Neville." "What? Neville? What are you doing here?" said Harry as he lowered his wand and reached for his glasses, simultaneously. As Neville came into focus, Harry dropped his wand, completely, but left it close to him just in case. "Well, funny thing, actually. Hedwig came to me about an hour ago and started pecking at certain books in my grandmothers library - where I was studying the dark arts - which led me to believe Hedwig thought that you were in danger. So, I apparated to an apparition point near your house and came in here to check on you whilst under a invisibility spell of my own creation. Its a good thing I did, too. Harry, your magic was drained, the charms surrounding you have been compressing you for so long that it turned your magic against you, instead of protecting you when you had your magic outbreak. You could have died, Harry. I have healed you, though, to the best of my ability." Neville had ranted this and was now slightly blushing as Harry smiled at him. "Thank you, Neville. You have done well. When did you get back from your travels? I did not wish to write until I was certain you had returned." Harry questioned. "Just yesterday, I was planning on writing to you, tomorrow, after everything had been unpacked and my affairs were put in order. I have found some evidence surrounding some new forms of magic or perhaps old is the more appropriate word." Neville supplied with a certain mischievous look in his eyes. "Go on, do tell." Harry grew excited at the idea that Neville had actually done what he had asked of him. "I will tell you after you have had sufficient rest, Harry. That is an order, by the way." Harry sighed and glared at Neville only to be given a smirk in reply. "Sleep. Now." Ordered, Neville. "I am here for you, Harry." He whispered. Harry fell back into a dreamless sleep with a smile gracing his face for the first time that day.
As Harry slept, Neville was startled by the two owls perching on the windowsill. Two owls and three letters. One addressed to him and two to Harry. He thanked each of the owls with a bow of his head and presented each with a mouse to eat. Opening his own letter he read the passages inside.
Dear Mr. N. Longbottom,
It has came to our attention that you have been doing independently funded research outside of the regulated areas, with permission. We can't help but wonder if your journey and research has bore fruit to any revelations or discoveries of any sort. If so, we would very much like to discuss this with you as a discussion of vital importance. We know that your schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has not yet been completed, but we would also like to offer you a place in our team as Head Herbologist/Team Leader for our underwater ancient ruin and plant retrieval programme. If this is something you would like to be a part of please let us know within the next two weeks. Thank you for your paper on Herbs, Plants and How To Migrate Them Regardless of Different Variables, it was most riveting to read and beautifully written. We look forward to hearing from you, Mr. Longbottom.
Kind Regards,
Sebastian Shore
Managing Director of Herbology House.
"OH. MY. GOD. YESS!" Neville shouted, forgetting where he was. Slapping a hand across his mouth to stop himself from screaming in pure bliss of the opportunity that had been presented to him, he danced silently for a minute whilst fist punching the air. Once he had calmed down he turned towards Harry's bed to see Harry sat up and smirking at him. Silently, Harry raised an eyebrow before Neville handed over the letter that he had received. As Harry read through the letter, he started to smile in happiness for his friends accomplishments. He looked up at Neville. "Congratulations, mate. This is awesome. You will make a great herbologist". Stated Harry which Neville blushed at and replied with a quiet "Thank you." After discussing some activities that he had done whilst travelling, Neville remembered Harrys letters. "Oh, Harry, I forgot to tell you that an owl bought you two letters, also." Handing them over to Harry, he watched as Harry opened the first one and began to read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Thank you very much for your dealings recently with Gringotts and your absolute understanding of the circumstances under which the unpleasant incidents of loss of money, thievery and the commands of your parents will not being met, have occurred. We are endeavouring to retrieve the original will and to present it to you within good time. We do, however, realise the effect this had had on both your assets and your image within the war as well as your new standing, so we hope to be able to get this done as quickly, silently and efficiently as possible, as per your request. All money has been removed leaving their accounts empty as they had apparently been relying on your monthly deposits to feed their expensive habits. Each of the offenders including: The Weasley Clan, Miss Hermione Granger, Mr. Dean Thomas, Mr. Seamus Finnigan and Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore will be notified of a court date that they must attend to be charged for their offences. This shall be given once again as requested at the previously discussed date and time of Wednesday 31st July 2017 at 8:30am.
Furthermore, all assets have been retrieved/returned to your vault which you may visit to check the items over. Moving forwards, we have been notified of some blood magic charms being placed on you, illegally and have been appointed as your carers in regards to their removal. Mr. Neville Longbottom will be assisting in this process. The next few weeks will be needed to counteract these curses lest they be irreversible by your 17th birthday. Please let us know what items you will be needing after discussing the further steps with Mr. Longbottom. We have mailed him a letter, also.
Finally, regarding your wishes to expand your knowledge on your inheritance to come and your family geneology we have came up with the following results:
James Potter - wizard, pure-blood, 3/4 fairy from previous family.
Lily Potter - Witch/shape shifter, 1/2 werewolf from being bitten when 9.
Harry James Potter - Wizard/shape shifter, 1/4 fairy, 2/4 werewolf, 1/4 human.
We wish to confirm that you have understood the above information, two drops of blood will suffice. Please drop this here...
If you have any further questions on any of the matters in this letter, or any others that we have previously discussed please do not hesitate to contact me directly by owl. If there are any other concerns - please owl.
Kind Regards,
Head Goblin,
Griphook,
Gringotts Bank.
'Well, then. That explains quite a lot. Nicely done, Griphook." Said Harry, aloud unaware of Neville staring at him, in question. Neville handed him the next letter, a letter from The Weasleys.
Harry,
We want to invite you to come to The Burrow for the remainder of the summer and to attend a surprise event, also. We can't wait to see you. Let us know when we can pick you up.
Ron, Ginny, Molly and Arthur Weasley.
"Merlin, their writing skills suck and I mean like royally suck!" Harry laughed. Neville joined him knowing this to be true. The boys looked at each other and smiled - they had a few trying days ahead, but what was life without some form of a challenge. Harry did not reply to The Weasleys letter but did reply to Griphooks with a blood statement of recognition and then, once settled, he began his reply to Tom. Finally. He had missed his Tom.
A FEW DAYS LATER.
Harry had almost fully recovered and it was almost the day, finally his time was coming. It was his turn to rise and he would be victorious. The 31st of July was only two days away -the plan was done and now it was just time to wait and set things into motion. Harry felt the edge in his movements and the shake of his hands readying him for the plans execution. Neville was feeling the same way, his excitement easily seen regardless of the fact that he was trying to keep a cool exterior. Harry looked toward Neville who was reading 'Herbs, Herbology and Everything In-between' by Jackson NeFarti. Smiling softly he went back to his reading before being alerted of Hedwig returning from her quest. She had returned with two letters - confused, Harry approached whilst simultaneously conjuring 2 mice for her to eat. Taking the letters from her he recognised the one letter as Toms. His cursive green penmanship beautifully written and another from who he believed to be none other than Albus Dumbledore. He opened the letter from Dumbledore first.
Dear Harry,
The Weasleys have been most worried about your behaviour lately, Harry. They have disclosed to me that you have yet to reply to their offer of staying at The Burrow for the remainder of your summer holiday. Is there a particular reason for this? I do not agree with the way in which you have been treating your friends as, if I need remind you, they have been through trials, thick and thin alongside you. I have sent a reply on your behalf and they will be retrieving you tonight at 10:00pm sharp. Please collect your things ready for travel and enjoy the rest of your summer. Do not treat your friends so gravely, Harry. Friends are friends after all.
Albus Dumbledore.
"FUCK" Said Harry, his mind racing as Neville approached him to ask permission to view the letter. Harry moved to the chair and sat down before cursing once more. "Stupid fucking bumblebee!" After reading the letter Neville looks up and quoting what Harry had previously said, said "FUCK!" "Harry, you must inform Tom of this new development, how are we to carry out the plan if there are so many complications especially with one them being Dumbledore getting in the way of your plans?" "Nev, do not worry, its simple, we just move the plan up a few days, we leave tonight, collect your things, I must inform, Tom". That was all that needed to be said as both men went to complete their respective tasks. Neville to collect all belongings and necessities that they would be needing and Harry to read Toms letter than write him back.
Harry,
My dear Harry, have I told you how beautiful and sinfully evil you are? Ha. Sinfully Evil. I'm giving myself props for that one. How are you? I have looked over your plan and believe it to be completely brilliant. Your plan will succeed as long as their are no further complications. In only a few days those filthy, disgusting muggles will be dead, by your doing. You will have vengeance and then your true plan will begin. First step - kill the Dursleys, second - destroy the light. I have missed conversing with you as our letters have become less frequent as of late due to your scheming. I must confess myself, jealous - but only slightly, I mean, just a little bit. Please write me back if there is anything else you need.
P.S: Don't forget about our arrangement, my sweet submissive. I will have you. That is not a request. I know you feel it and dream it. Did you like the dream you had last night?
Tom
Harry smiled at the post script, feeling giddy. 'I knew it was his doing' Harry thought as he replayed the dream from last night in his head. (SEX SCENE)
'Hello...hellloo.. is anybody here' Harry felt silver around his wrists and pulled lightly testing the limits of his movement and the strengths of the handcuffs keeping him in place. He went to step only to realise his feet were also encompassed in silver and his body was against a velvet material. He was spread open. Just lying in wait. He heard a slither of movement from behind him, but found he could not see. He tried to speak again and he could not talk. Moments later and he felt the lightest touch of fingertips grazing down his abdomen, causing him to shiver. He arched into the fingers before a sharp sting hit him exactly where the fingertips had been moments before. He moaned - realising that he could speak again. Again, he felt a sharp sting causing him to arch his back and pull at the handcuffs confining him. He was aroused, he felt it as he started to heat up and his breathing became faster and harsher, his cock growing in excitement. "Now, now, Harry, I have yet to play with you or taste you, we can't have you coming before I am done with you." Tom whispered in Harrys ear causing goosebumps to erupt all over Harry's body. He begged Tom to touch him to no avail. Tom just chuckled, lightly and continued his torture. Touching Harry lower and lower before starting all over again. Within minutes, Harry was a quivering mess beneath Toms touch. His need showing evidently. As he felt his will power collapsing, Tom decided to take him. Tom hovered over Harry before going down to his hardened member. Taking a long lick, Tom sighed in ecstasy at the taste of him, before taking Harrys length into his mouth. Harry jerks in pleasure as Tom licks and sucks at his cock, expertly, drawing mewls and moans of bliss out from him. Wishing that his hands were unbound he found that he could move. Moving his hands to Tom's hair, Harry pulls at Toms hair lightly. Hearing a groan come from Tom and feeling the vibrations on his member, Harry repeats his action and is rewarded with the same response. Pulling Tom away, Harry kissed him before being pinned back down coming face to face with Tom. "Harry, behave, or else you won't get a reward, do you understand?" Harry answered by nodding over and over before Tom reclaimed Harrys lips in a passionate kiss whilst moving his hand to encase Harrys cock in a firm grip, moving up and down to drive Harry to climax. After Harry was able to talk coherently and think again, Tom asks if Harry is ready. Harry pulls Tom to his chest and shouts "Yes, Tom, yes!" Tom prepares Harry before entering and building up a rhythm that would please both men. As he hit the prostate, Harrys eyes rolled and he clung to Tom breathing loudly in his pleasure. Moving his hips and rolling them the rhythm builds and builds until Tom bites down on Harrys neck and cums, loudly. Harry following him. (END OF SEX SCENE).
Harry came back to reality to find himself hard all over again. "Ahh, fuck it" he exclaimed knowing he couldn't do anything about it at the moment. Neville had already packed everything by this point and Harry had to write his reply to Tom so started to write.
Dear Tom,
My dearest dark lord in the whole wide world, I am fine. How are you? There are some further complications which means I shall be executing the plan tonight, no exceptions. Unless that is you would like the Weasleys to come and 'retrieve' me from my home on behalf of that stupid bumblebee. I will use the powder tonight. I will go to a safe house then meet you on the 31st of July, I promise you, we have much to plan for. Furthermore, how could I forget that dream, you dominating me to the point of utter bliss, that whip, your mouth, your hands, your hard cock filling me. I've never felt so connected to a dream, I knew it was your doing. I miss you too, but we needn't worry about that any longer as we will see each other in two days. If there are an issues with this, inform me immediately.
Yours
Harry.