A Sense of Something Sacred Chapter 6: Ultionis, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: Hey everyone! It's me, Tragic-Vanity here with chapter 6. I hope you all enjoy it *grins evilly* Ah hem, anyway I have a question for you all but it's at the bottom of the chapter which means you know have to read this chapter! :D I have senioritis already, and I'm only a junior

Summary: Some things are not always as they seem. Light is not always good and dark is not always evil. Harry finds out to he has been lied to and joins Voldemort in revealing Dumbledore's lies to world. Harry and Voldemort's goal of world domination is something they're just keeping to themselves for the moment. The world is in for a shock. TMR/HP, Tom/Harry, or whatever you wanna call it.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world does not belong to me! It belongs to a genius named J.K. Rowling –bows down- However, the plot and any oc's are mine!

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, self-injury, language, and violence (all non-graphic). Abuse is not acceptable in anyway, shape, or form. I'm fortunate not to have ever experienced it. Any writing about such is based purely on what I think may be possible.

Notes:

"Speaking"

'Mental Thoughts'

"Parseltongue"

Chapter 6: Ultionis

Petunia awoke amidst satin sheets and a soft duvet filled with soft feathers. Such finery! At Privet Drive, money had been rather tight since Vernon had developed a habit of drinking excessively. It felt so nice to wake up without her bastard husband by her side. A sharp noise startled her, and she almost stumbled out of the huge bed.

"Miss!" squeaked a house elf. What was its name again? Ah, Missy. That was it. "Don't be startled, Miss!" said Missy, "We is serving breakfast in an hour. You is having time to get ready. Master Tom hads the bathroom and the wardrobe stocked. And a bath has been drawn for you." A smile made its way to Petunia's face. "Thank you, Missy," she said kindly. Missy bowed low and popped away.

Standing up, Petunia slid her feet into dainty, white slippers that had been placed by the bed. The night before she had changed into a silk, blue nightgown. She hadn't really admired it, seeing as she had been tired. In the day time she could see the intricate, silver thread embroidery creating complex patterns at the hem, collar, and wrists. This is what it must feel like to be a princess, she decided.

She made her way to the white French doors opposite of the bed and pushed gently. She gasped softly as she saw what lay behind them. An elegant, albeit extravagant, bathroom lay inside. Marble countertops and tile lined the room, and Romanesque marble columns and statues lined the chamber. A bath the size of a small pool was in the middle. The water was already drawn and rose petals were strewn across the water's surface. Numerous gold taps lined the bath's edge. Cursive scrip wrapped around the metal, explaining what each taps was for.

Petunia turned the taps for lavender bubbles and skin softener and eased out of her nightgown. She slipped into the warm water and gave a soft moan as the warm water touched her skin. It felt so good! Sighing softly, she laid back on what seemed to almost be a bed in the water and rested for a while. After some time had passed, she bathed and scrubbed most of what seemed to be Harry's blood of off her person. The shampoo she used left her hair unusually shiny and soft.

Stepping out of the luxurious bath, Petunia dried of with a towel and wrapped a comfy looking robe around herself. The moment she did so, Missy appeared yet again. "This way please, Miss" she squeaked leading Petunia through another set of doors to what seemed to be an enormous dressing room filled with clothing. "Master Tom has filled this with clothing your size, Miss," said Missy. Seeing the overwhelmed look on Petunia's face, Missy continued, "I is also ready to help you dress."

Together Petunia and Missy picked out a beautiful sky-blue ensemble that fit Petunia like a glove. The torso clung to every angle and curve of her body, forming into a low collar that rose high on the back. A beautiful over corset of a dark-blue material patterned with the fleur-de-lis was tied tightly. The stays connected directly with the back of the dress. The skirt, although narrow, billowed out at her ankles and a small bustle in the back gave it volume. Petunia's light brown was tied in a fashionable chignon. Diamond earrings hung from her ears. As Harry and Tom would later comment, she looked regal and every inch a pureblood lady. She looked reminiscent of Narcissa Malfoy, if you could look past the brown hair.

Missy led her down the hallway to the dining room. The doors opened and revealed a private dining room with its polished oak table set for three. Tom stood at the door dressed in simple yet elegant black robes. He offered his arm and escorted Petunia to the table.

"Where is Harry?" she inquired as they sat.

Tom took a sip of orange juice before answering. "He is currently resting," he said calmly, "Last nights events took quite a toll on him. Not to mention the panic attack he suffered as well."

Petunia's face paled. "Is he alright?" she asked in a worried tone.

Tom laughed, the rich, velvety laugh Harry loved so much. "But of course," he said, "I tended to his injuries personally last night."

Petunia nodded her approval as Missy arrived yet again.

"Break fast is served!" she chirped cheerily. Food appeared on the silver plates and Missy disappeared with a pop. Petunia raised an eyebrow.

"Break fast?" she asked in a questioning tone, "Sounds more like a tactical term than a meal."

Tom nodded, a pleasant look on his face. "Yes well, it's the closest they get with that word and if you think about it, they are grammatically correct. We are indeed breaking a fast, our nightly one," he said with a confident smirk on his face.

Petunia chuckled, "You remind me of Harry and his smart-ass comments."

A moment of silence followed.

"Did you just insult a dark lord, Ms. Petunia?"

"Why, I believe I just did, my lord."

Both laughed and proceeded to eat. A pleasant conversation ensued with both of them reminiscing about Lily and James.

"Did you ever hear about the time Lily hexed James' hair purple with orange streaks?"

"How could I forget?! Sirius told me pictures were posted all over Hogwarts!"

They continued like this eating, jesting, and talking. Soon Tom realized that this was one muggle who he could consider one day calling a true friend.

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Harry was in the middle of a dream. Warm, strong hands held him safe. Slight touches caressed his very being. Soft chaste kisses placed upon his chilled flesh. He moaned involuntarily from the feelings. Suddenly, Tom's handsome face appeared, crimson eyes filled with some unknown emotion.

"Harry," he said softly.

The raven-haired teen swung up awake, sweat creating a sheen on his self. Harry tried to remember the dream, yet the pieces seemed to be escaping him. The he recalled the last night's events. Oddly enough, Vernon's attack wasn't the most prominent in his mind. Tom's kisses were. Harry blushed at the thought. Those kisses had been his first. And what wonderful kisses they had been! They left him wanting more. How he craved for those demanding, warm lips to capture his own yet again.

Suddenly, his dream turned into reality. Tom swept into the room, his elegant robes accentuating his slender, yet strong, figure.

"Tom!" said Harry perking up immediately.

Tom smiled. "Good morning, Harry," he said, "Did you dream pleasant dreams?"

Harry bashfully looked away, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. Tom couldn't resist Harry any longer and deftly captured Harry's lips in his own. Harry melted into Tom's arms and kissed back. Tom's tongue poked hesitantly into Harry's mouth, eager to explore yet unsure of how the teen would act. Harry let him in, but began to battle for dominance against the older man. Tom growled and pushed Harry into the bed, showing him exactly who was in control. The raven-haired teen relented and let Tom take control.

This felt so wrong, yet at the same time so right. Their bodies pressed so close, needing one another. Finally, the desperate sense of need faded, and they slowed. Tom placed one last chaste on Harry. Lying contently, Harry stared into crimson eyes.

"I promise this isn't a dream, Harry," hissed Tom.

Harry shivered.

"You do know it sounds incredibly sexy when you speak in Parseltongue, Tom," hissed Harry.

"I could say the same for you," hissed Tom, his eyes filled with lust.

Harry smiled. 'Impatient are we?' he implored through the bond.

Tom chuckled trying to regain composure. "Perhaps, but your aunt, mum, or whatever you've taken to calling her wants to see you. She's afraid I've killed you."

Harry laughed, climbing out of the bed. "Really now? I suppose . . . After all you are Lord Voldemort the most feared wizard in all of Europe. Anyway, do you have any clothes to wear? Mine . . . aren't exactly . . . suitable," he said referring to the abused state of his bloodstained clothing.

"Ah, of course."

Tom opened the huge wardrobe opposite of Harry's bed. "You and your mum will be staying with me for now on. So I've gotten you new clothes."

Harry's face brightened immediately.

"Really?! We get to stay here with you?"

Tom smirked, "Yes really."

Harry spontaneously hugged him. "Oomph," mumbled Tom as the wind was knocked out of him. He might have looked now to be in his late teens or early twenties, but he didn't feel like it exactly yet. "Thank you! Thank you so much," said Harry.

"It's nothing," said Tom nonchalantly, "Let's get you dressed."

After digging around in the wardrobe, the settled on a dark blue silk suit-like jacket. Underneath Harry wore a simple white open-collared shirt with a simple green loose bowtie. His trousers were of dark green material and reached just above his knees. He wore black stockings and Victorian-style boots. In Tom's opinion it was absolutely perfect for Harry's skinny figure. Harry grumbled a bit. "I feel so girly!" he complained.

"Stop whining. You look good," said Tom ruffling Harry's jet-black hair affectionately.

"Hey!" said Harry trying to escape Tom's hands, "Don't mess with the hair!" Tom chuckled.

"Just like a girl."

Harry bristled and playfully charged at Tom who promptly picked up the tiny teen, for he was undersized and tiny, and placed him over his shoulder. "Time to see your mum, Harry!"

Petunia sat in the sitting room, sipping on the tea Missy had prepared for her and reading an interesting book about different types of magic. It was fascinating even if she couldn't understand it all.

"Mum!"

Harry's call caused her to place the teacup and book on the side table and dash towards Harry. He looked impeccably handsome, yet frail.

"Harry!" she said drawing him in for a hug.

Harry hugged her back and looked up at her. "You look fabulous," he said, "I believe even Narcissa Malfoy would be jealous."

"From what Tom's told me about the lady, I suppose that's a compliment."

"Why yes it is, Mum."

"Why you impudent little prat."

Harry gave her angelic smile. "Are you feeling well?' he asked as they sat on the luxurious sofa. Tom sat in the armchair opposite of them. Petunia smiled back. "I'm feeling good, thank you. How are you?" she asked eyeing him, looking for signs of injury, "He did heal everything, didn't he?"

'That and more,' said Harry in the bond to Tom causing the older man to stifle a laugh.

Harry directed his attention back towards his aunt. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine."

"Good," said Tom interrupting them, "Now that that's settled we have other business to attend to." He opened a folder he had brought with him and drew out some papers.

"Now, as Harry already knows, I would like it very much if both of you lived here with me. Would that be acceptable, Petunia?"

She nodded happily.

"Good," said Tom, "You actually really had no choice in the matter. We will return to Privet Drive soon to retrieve any items you wish to have and set up a ruse to fool Dumbledore as to your true location."

"Sounds wonderful," said Petunia, "I'd like to make a new life here in the wizarding world, if at all possible. I want to cut all ties with my husband."

"You wish to have a divorce?"

"Yes, and you may do with that bastard as you wish. Although, I must inquire about my son," said Petunia confidently meeting the dark lord's eyes. Harry couldn't help but admire his mum's courage and confidence when dealing with Tom.

"Right now Dudley is in a private room with good conditions. However . . . Vernon on the other hand, I can't say the same for him," said Tom smirking. Harry couldn't help but do the same as well. Vernon was definitely getting the hell he deserved.

"Now, Harry, while you're here, have you done any research about magical signatures?" asked Tom.

"Yeah," said Harry, "I asked Hermione and, being the cute book-worm she is, she sent me a book about 'em."

"Good," Tom seemed unusually happy about this fact, "Have you noticed anything odd around your aunt?"

Harry thought for a moment, looked at his aunt who sat with a confused expression, and smiled. "You've noticed the her magical signature haven't you, Tom? Is that the extra magic I've been feeling?" asked Harry.

Tom nodded. "It appears that you, Petunia, are indeed a witch. This will make your assimilation into the wizarding world much smoother. Also, we should look into your family tree, Petunia. I have a feeling that you and Lily weren't Muggleborns."

Harry seethed suddenly. "This is Dumbledore's doing, Tom"

Tom and Petunia turned to look at Harry. "What makes you say that, young one?" asked Tom.

Harry shrugged, although his anger stayed strong. "I don't know. I just have this feeling. Trust me. But we must train you, Mum. Let's have her trained in magic and in pureblood etiquette."

Tom thought for a moment. "That seems like a good idea. We'll look into the bloodline. She may indeed be pureblood if my suspicions are correct. If she is, I believe Narcissa would be a great instructor."

Petunia spoke. "This all sounds fabulous. But Dumbledore will find out I've become part of the wizarding world. What will we do about him?"

Tom smirked; a sight that sent shivers up Harry's spine.

"Leave that to me, Petunia. Leave it to me."

Vernon shivered miserably in the dark, dank dungeon. The were no windows and little light down in the dungeons. Mold grew on the wall and despair seemed to linger in the very air. The only visitor he had had been a little animal freak that gave him a bucket of water and disappeared without saying a word. Where in bloody hell was he? No one could do this to him. No one! They would pay. The freak-fellow with the long beard had assured him the freaks would never bother him and that he could treat the freak-boy as he wished. So what in the bloody hell did that man last think he was doing punishing him and saving that boy? The freak-boy deserved everything he had gotten over the years. His strange, abnormal ways had ruined his life.

He chuckled to himself madly, as he thought about the past years with the boy. Yeah, life had sucked with him, but he had enjoyed himself. The blood, the beatings, the boy's scrams and pleading, and finally the silence and submissiveness that had come. How he loved it. He laughed manically. It was obvious that Vernon had gone mad.

He was still laughing when heard two sets of feet approaching, and was silent by the time they stood outside his cell. Tom stood there, crimson eyes livid and filled with hate, practically seething. It was an absolute terrifying sight. His entire being seemed filled with uncontrollable, mad power that even a muggle could sense. Harry was less noticeable, hiding behind Tom's robes, strangely silent and scared. Vernon scrabbled like a coward into the corner but couldn't resist making a jab at Harry.

"Little freak, finally got some other freak to protect you, didn't you? Can't even protect yourself, can you?"

Harry stiffened and Tom put an arm around him to soothe him.

"You vile thing," sneered Tom, "You dare talk like that to him in front of me, Lord Voldemort? You have angered me enough already, an unwise decision on your part."

Vernon gasped. "You're Lord Thingy-thing that the Dumbly man warned me about! Don't kill me! Listen to me! Please don't!" he pleaded miserably.

Tom was livid. This pathetic excuse for a human being was now trying to save his hide once he had realized whom he was dealing with. Angrily, he flung open the cell door, startling both Vernon and Harry. Tom kicked Vernon hard in the side, knocking the wind out of the man. He hit his head against the stone wall, and slumped to the floor.

"It was worth it," Vernon said crazily, "It was all worth it, seeing the boy like that."

Tom's anger flared, "Crucio."

Vernon's screams turned even louder. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he experienced this worse pain in his life. It felt as if every inch of skin was on fire and every bone was splintering into thousands of pieces. A cacophony of sound bombarded his head, making him wish it would just split open. His eyes felt like they were bulging out of their sockets and his tears became tears of blood. Harry watched in horror, yet couldn't help feeling a tiny bit of satisfaction at the sight of his uncle's suffering.

Tom ended the spell after what seemed like hours, but was merely seconds. He didn't want to kill Vernon, not yet. Harry smirked when he heard this thought come through the bond.

'Give him hell, Tom,' he said mentally, 'You've no idea what the bastard's done to me."

"Your wish is my command, young one,' replied Tom more than eager to oblige. This man would pay.

The torture session, or as Tom had coined it in his mind justice session, went on for at least an hour. Vernon was reduced to a bruised, broken bloody man. Tom turned Harry, his beautiful, broken Harry. "Thank you," whispered the raven-haired teen. "But, of course," answered Tom gracefully before kissing him on the lips.

Vernon started laughing again. "You got yourself a whore now, didn't you Lord Thingy? Bad choice. Broken, used and dirty he is. I've gotta tell you, he was never a good fu-"

Vernon's words were cut off by Harry screaming "Avada Kedavera!" Emerald green light left his hand and collided with the man's body forever silencing him. Harry breathed deeply and quickly, his eyes furious. Hatred rippled of his aura. Tom quickly gathered the teen in his arms and led him out of the room. Darkness and anger surrounded Harry in a way that Tom had never felt through the bond. Many times he had felt sadness, depression and despair but never this amount of hatred.

Harry slipped into unconsciousness in Tom's arms. These emotions were too intense, too real for him. But whatever fates ruled the dream world would not let him rest. Whereas dreams can exceed reality in happiness, nightmares make the sorrow of real life look like a dream.

A/N: Yes! Chapter 6 done! I mean, I could have written more but I decided to update today. So a question to you lot.

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