Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns H.P. not me.
Warning: Yaoi galore and mpreg!!!!
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I don't know what to think. I'm very confused right now. My mind keeps wandering... Did Dumbledore or the Order obliviate me? The only thing I remember from my rescue is seeing men and women wearing
Death Eaters robes and masks shouting about a "Lord".
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"Don't let the blood traitors and mudblood take our Lord! It is an order from our Dark Master!"
"Protect the Lord!"
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It was too chaotic for me to remember well. Although... Remus said I had a grave head-injury when they took me back. Head-injuries can cause memory loss.
I may have been hit by a stray hex and acquired the wound, resulting in my lack of remembrance. This means that my dreams are in truth my lost memories.
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"Fuck! We have darned Snape! I'd rather have Trelawney or McGonagall than that snake!", cried out Ron after consulting our schedule.
"Well, he may resemble a snake greatly, Ron, but you own a forked tongue"
"Gh-...You...Argh!"
"You know, if you keep gaping and sputtering like mad weasel, you'll be swallowing flies."
"Damned bastar-"
"Mr. Weasley! You will refrain from saying such obscenities in my classroom! You earned yourself a week's worth of detention and thirty points less."
" But Professor! He started the-"
"No buts! Now Mr. Potter, follow me, I have something to discuss with you."
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"Potter, you are excused from this class because of your...delicate condition. The potion we are making today could sicken you and the....
However, you will be attending private classes to complete the theory of the potions studied in classes. Come to the dungeons at 7:00 pm. "
He knows, about my pregnancy, he knows. Did he tell Tom? If yes, does Tom want to see me? Does he want the child? Does he still loves me?
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" So, how did your detention with Snape go? Hein, mate?"
Pitiful and envious boy, do you think my hearing so low that I wouldn't be able to hear you mutter vile insults? Scream, shout and shriek all you want, a whisper is deadlier. Like a poison silently making it's way
trough your bloodstream, when you least expect it, you are already dying.
"You were never my friend to begin with, Weasel."
"What the fuck?! You trying to be Malfoy or something??"
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"Hmph."
"Potter."
"Professor."
"Come, there is somewhere we must go to."
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" The Hog's Head?!"
"Now, now Potter, did you think I would frequent such a place? We are only using a room to apparate in."
"Apparate? Are we not going to floo?"
"No."
"Oh."
We walk to the counter. The man behind it is as shaggy as this place.
"A flooing room."
"That'll be, four galleons and two sickles."
Snape pays the man; we walk to the room, passing suspicious looking fellows and finally arrive to our rented room.
"Well, Potter, take my hand"
I do as he says and feel the exhilarating rush of apparating, second to flying. We arrive to a candle-lit mannor of gothic architecture.
"Harry, welcome back."
"Tom..."
I can feel my recollections coming back to me, like a flood.
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"Why did you take me here, Voldemort? To kill me?", cold, hard laugh,"Then go ahead and do it."
"No, I do not wish to kill you or hurt you, Harry, I only want to make you my heir."
"Your heir? As if I'd believe that. Ha!"
" I do not expect you to believe it, as long as you cooperate, everything will run smoothly."
"Smoothly? What do you think I am, a toodler?"
"Hn. You look older and more...enticing than a toodler."
My cheeks feel so hot; I probably bear a resemblance to a tomato.
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"Lucius-bloody-Malfoy?! Have you lost your mind?!"
"Yes, in your eyes."
"..."...."Gah!"
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"Potter, I expect you to take notes while I teach you the Darks Arts. And even
your lover won't save you from the punishment I reserve for you if you don't.
"Lover? What rubbish are you uttering?"
"Why, my Lord, of course."
"Your Lord?..Your- Oh my- Nng! Malfoy!!"
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"Toooooooommmmmm!!"
1,2,3,4,5
"Tooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm!!!"
"Yes, little one?"
"What am I to you? And, what are you to me?"
"What brought this on, my sweet?"
"Today, Malfoy said you were my lover but you're not."
I can only dream, my green-eyed angel."...No." Not, yet.
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I can feel eyes watching me. It's probably just Tom. He does like to be as sly and devious as a snake, still, I like 'Tom' better without the 'Voldemort' attitude and glamour. Yes, you heard me,
the snake-like appearance is only a glamour to go with 'Voldemort'. Without it, Tom is very, very attractive; a pale, slim yet well toned body(I once saw him without a shirt; were he the
snake and I Adam, I'd bite the apple anytime), soft skin(not that I'd know, it looks soft), sharp features with well chiselled cheekbones, elegantly arched dark eyebrows, raven-black shoulder-
length hair, often amused looking crimson eyes and blood-red full lips. Not that I've been watching him, mind you. I certainly do not watch him take his every breaths. No, I haven't been
watching the way his adam's apple slightly bobs when he breathes, making me long to bite it and suckle the pale throat. No...I haven't been observing Tom.
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"Harry, come to me."
"Tom? Where are you?"
"In my bedroom."
"I'm just in front of your doo-Hmph!"
Tom' kissing me!
"What are you doing?!"
Tom softly closes the door. I suddenly like a cornered prey, especially with the predatory gleam in his eyes. This can't be good...
"Harry...I want you."
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I haven't updated these past days 'cuz I just got back to school.
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To make up for it, I wrote smutty Tommy-boy!(or snakey-boy,hihi!)!!!!!
PEACE AND CHOCOLATE LOVE, YUNAH! MUAHAHAHA!!!!