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Chapter 4/9
This story came to me in the usual way…overindulgence of caffeine and sugar (is there any other way?) ^.^
A bit of a warning...there is a part towards the end which may be a bit much for younger audiences (not very graphic, but it does allude to it).
The Dark Lord's Much Needed Vacation
July 7th
~*~*~*~*~Day Three~*~*~*~*~
Harry's psyche was saved this morning for he was fully conscious of just where he was and who's body he was in once he awoke. Well, as safe as it could be from looking out of Voldemort's eyes and manipulating his body for his morning events. Showering in Voldemort's body made Harry cringe, but he had to do it. Harry and all of Voldie's death Eaters knew Voldemort was very fastidious about his looks, almost on par with Draco Malfoy; everything had to be in place. Harry didn't really get why though, as not even a mother could love or enjoy Voldie's grotesque and obscene snake-like face.
Closing his eyes, Harry quickly scrubbed and lathered the older body he now inhabited. When he was done he grabbed the very plush, emerald green towel hanging outside the shower stall.
Voldemort keeping in line with his Slytherin heritage had decked his private bathroom to the max with Slytherin colors. All of the bath sized towels were emerald green in color, layered underneath silver towels, which were placed under back washcloths; all of which were plush to the extreme. The bathroom had the shower stall large enough for five or six people to shower at one time and a sunken tub very reminiscent of the prefects tub Harry used back in forth year. It looked as if the Malfoy's and Voldie had the same interior decorator; the marble used for the floor and the huge sunken tub was the black marble shot with silver and flecks of gold. The sink and counters were set with the silvery white marble shot with black. While the accents such as lighting fixtures and towel holders were down in silver. The backsplash of the tiles looked to be carved squares of emerald, silver, and onyx jewels.
When most of the water was toweled off, Harry tied the towel around his waist and walked toward the wardrobe to choose a robe Voldemort could be seen in for his various meetings he had planned today. He picked a black robe (all of Voldemort's robes looked to be black, except for one violent purple robe in the very back that Harry really did NOT want to think about) made of a soft leather like material he had never seen before, but assumed was very expensive. Donning the robe, Harry was glad he did not have to mess with styling hair, as Voldie didn't have any. With matching black leather boots, Harry was dressed, with thirty minutes to spar before Bellatrix arrived.
Passing the Library on his way to the meeting room/ office to wait Bella he heard a sound he never thought to hear in Voldie's mansion; perverted giggling. Knowing he and Wormtail were the only ones living at the mansion, Harry peered in; this moment would soon go into the pile of memories to obliviated later in his life. Wormtail was sitting in the chair nearest the section holding what Harry thought was Voldie's dirty magazine collection.
Harry did not know how long he stared at the horror of Wormtail looking through one of the magazines and giggling. He must have made a noise loud enough for the rat to hear through his own noises because Wormtail jumped out of the chair with a look of horror on his face; the magazine fell to the ground.
"uu..m..eek..My lalaaLord," the fumbling man dropped to his knees before scuttling forward to kiss the hems of Harry's robe, "I am sorry. Uhh…I did not mmmmean to look at your mamamagazine."
Feeling completely vindicated after seeing what he saw and knowing Voldemort would seriously harm any minion going through his things, Harry sent the man a severe stinging hex (he still couldn't bring himself to use the crutacious curse).
"Out of my sight Wormtail. If I see you before the end of the day you can expect worse."
He waited a few minutes before venturing back out of the library and continuing on his way, hopefully the rest of the day would be less disturbing. Harry made it to the office with only a few minutes to spare; he must have been in shock staring at Wormtail for twenty minutes or so.
"Come in Bellatrix," Harry called out when a knock rang out across the room form the closed door.
Bella, in a display worthy of a demented ballerina came twirling into the room, a golden goblet engraved with a badger family seal, held above and in front of her. She came to a stop in a kneel presenting her prize while her robes descended gracefully around her.
"Master, I have brought you the goblet you asked for."
As Harry took the cup from her, Bella turned her adoring, crazy eyes upwards just to gaze at his face. A bit disturbed, Harry took his seat once again. "Thank you Bella…."
If he had been a bit quicker in his dismissal or if Bella were a bit less…well, her, what happened next would never have happened.
Bella, upon seeing her master sit before her like he did when he was pleased with her and in the mood, jumped to her feet before throwing herself into his lap, latching her lips to his in a parody of a kiss. Once again, Harry found himself frozen in shock. Unfortunately for him, Bella did not care that he was not responding…sometimes her master just wanted her to play with him for awhile before he joined in. It was Bella's cold hands slipping within his robes and touching his skin that snapped Harry out of his frozen state. He quickly grabbed her hands to stop her.
"As much as I would love to continue this," a statement it took all of Harry's control not to gag out, "I do have pressing business to attend to this day. Perhaps," he paused, feeling his face turn a big green, "we can continue this in a celebration after the raids later on this week."
Bella stepped back, her face still flushed from touching her master, "Of course my Lord. I live to serve and please." She once again twirled out of the room when Harry dismissed her.
When she was gone Harry tore off to the Slytherin colored bathroom to brush his teeth several times and to submerge himself in the deep tub filled to the brim with the most astringent soap and coarsest scrub brush he could find. He was hoping he would not have to have this entire day obliviated from his mind by the time it was done…so far it was just the whole morning that would need to go. A full hour of scrubbing and Voldemort's pallid flesh finally had some color…of course Harry had scrubbed so hard he was bleeding in some places, but it was still color. Stepping from the tub, Harry incendio'ed the robe he had been wearing, before grabbing another robe, black again, but this time made of a soft cotton type cloth.
He had just enough time to destroy the cup before Snape arrived with the other horcruxs. Harry took out his feelings concerning the morning out on the cup, whacking it violently for several minutes after the high pitch scream of the soul bit's death cried out. Turns out mindless violence is quite therapeutic …maybe that was why stress leads to such violent outburst in the Wizard and Muggle world. Harry would stick to taking out his anger and frustration on inanimate objects though (even if technically the soul was alive…in a way).
Severus Snape walked in to see Harry in his golfing spree, teeing up behind the cup and whacking it towards the wall with the sword. The sight caused him to pause for a bit, even though he knew it was Harry inside, such a scene as the 'Dark Lord' covered in dried blood, gagging and icking, and hitting a cup with a sword would cause any one to pause.
"Get a hold of yourself Potter." Snape snapped out…perhaps the worst thing he could do with Harry beating a cup all over the room. Snape woke up to an "Enervate" and Voldermort's concerned looking face.
"Are you ok Snape?" Harry asked concerned.
Head to hand; Snape could feel the resulting bump. He refrained from speaking…or indulging in his need to strangle Potter. Instead, he pulled out a bag and handed it to Harry. Snape would forevermore have nightmares of the Dark Lord's face going from concerned to gleeful as he took a bag of horcruxes.
Harry immediately pulled out Ravenclaw's diadem and started his "Whack-A-Horcrux" game once again. Points were scored on how many hits it took to get the soul bit to scream…kind of like a piñata. He explained the point system to Snape as he finished.
"Here," Harry handed Snape the locket, "after all the crap you had to put up with from Voldie, I think you deserve a try. I got the diadem in two hits; if you beat me you can have the ring as well."
Snape got it in one. The ring he took his time…turns out whacking things with a sword was really fun…though he would never admit it to Potter.
"Potter, is this the last of Voldemort's horcruxs ?"
Harry grabbed the list he had resting in the desk and started ticking them off. "I got the cup from Bella," he really needs to be obliviated later, "the diadem, the locket, and the ring from you. Voldie never knew about the bit in me that I ate. Main Voldie is on the beach sipping Mai Tais till the seventh. The last one was in Voldie's snake…which I took care of last night. She woke me up in the middle of a good dream; I did get a nifty snake skin belt though. Here," Harry tossed Snape a bag full of vials and pouches. "I collected the venom and organs and stuff for you…a 'let's be friends' gesture. After that we're done until Voldemort comes back…I am researching ways to finish him off tonight."
Snape nodded along with Harry's assessment, shaking his head in grudging amusement at his new belt, and thrilled with his gift. Then he recalled Harry's statement about Voldemort's current doings. "Potter, did you just say Voldemort was sipping Mai Tais? How do you know?"
"Well, you know that Voldie and I share a connection right." Harry paused, waiting for Snape's acknowledgement. When Snape nodded, he continued, "Every night when I sleep, I get to watch Voldie's previous day. Would you like to see his day?"
"How, Potter?"
Harry grinned; causing Snape to once again cringe…Voldemort's visage should never grin like that…and twirled, once again channeling Snape's secret special robe twirling move, moving towards the desk. In the bottom drawer there was a secret catch that Harry discovered on his first round of exploring. When he opened the catch, he reviled a button, a red button, which begged to be pushed. Upon pushing the button, a hidden panel in the wall opened up reveling several shelves holding a pensive and multiple vials filled with silvery memories.
"I present you with Voldie's Closet of Memories." Grabbing the pensive he put it on the desk, before putting his wand to his temple and extracting several silvery threads of memory, then placing them into the basin.
Harry gestured to the pensive, "After you Professor." He followed Snape into the memories, wanting to watch his professor's face on seeing them.
Voldemort had just given up hope that his ritual would work, he might just have to give into Bellatrix's numerous advances, when he disappeared from his bed and landed on a moonlit beach. He stood, brushing wet sand off his firm buttocks. Wait, firm. He looked down his body and took in his wonderful teenage body; taught abdominal muscles, strong leg muscles, virulent …
"Hello Tom."
"Welcome Tom."
"Greetings Tom."
Voldemort, once known as Tom Riddle when he was a teenager, looked up from admiring his wonderful young body to see three, very beautiful women walking towards him. Each was a skimpy bikini in solid colors. Tom watched as the three women sauntered towards him; when they reached him two took an arm each while the third draped herself across his front.
The one wearing green, hanging on his right arm spoke first. "My name in Ivy, I specialize in all forms of massage." When Ivy finished speaking she started kissing Tom's neck.
The woman on his left arm was wearing a dark pink suit. "I am called Rose, and I specialize in all styles of cooking and mixed drinks." Like the first, as soon as she was done, Rose moved closer to Tom, and started nibbling on his ear lobe.
"And I am Violet." The last woman, wearing a purple suit spoke, "I specialize in all things…sexual." Violet made her way down Tom's body when she finished speaking.
The memory skipped ahead. Harry barely kept himself from giggling at Snape's face as several different emotions flashed across; everything from horror to what looked to be arousal (an emotion Harry never wanted to see on Snape's face again).
Violet walked towards Tom. This time she was wearing purple thigh high boots and a skimpy, purple leather outfit. Upon reaching the Dark Lord, she pushed him onto the bed that suddenly appeared on the beach before she pulled out several purple scarves. She gently tied his wrists, and then his ankles to the bed posts with the scarves. Once Tom was secured, Violet started. She…
Unlike Snape, Harry recognized the scene out of Voldemort's secret stash of kinky magazines. He was thinking about further scaring Snape by showing him the magazines when the next memory started.
Tom was laying out on a towel in sun, gazing out towards the clear blue waters of the Caribbean Ocean. Ivy was perched over Tom, her thighs wrapped tight around his hips as she massaged oil into his back. A pair of pink heels appeared in his vision.
"I have your Mai Tai Tom."
Harry decided that he had messed with Snape enough for one day so he pulled them out of the pensive.
Snape looked to be in shock after viewing the memories, who would have thought the Dark Lord, for all of his dark, dehumanizing rituals, was just like any other male…if a bit kinkier.
"I have two days worth of memories, all along the same lines. By the end of the week I will have more, you can borrow them whenever you want."
The depth of Snape's shock must have been very deep as he did not respond to Harry's offer. He watched as Snape left the room thinking of how he could profit off the visions he was forced to watch every night of Voldie's vacation.
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