His long, spindley hands began to roam his Pet's hair and back in circular motions, producing a small grumble approval from Harry, and slipped into deep thought. Now he was ruler of the wizarding world he could not always be around Harry. He had worked hard to keep Harry, he could not fall into trap of having a sex slave, Harry was to powerful to just be that disposable; the way slaves looked disgusted yet lost whenever he was with Harry. The power he got from it was all to seductive. Harry needed company while he was gone even if it was only a short period of time.
"What am I to do with you?" He asked Harry's mop of ebony hair. It didn't reply but Voldemort's mind did. A baby. An heir to his success. Another trophy that he had over the light side. He chuckled to himself. What brilliant, clever and cruel man he was. That would start however until late autumn, maybe Halloween. He needed time to adjust the little one to a new body first. Voldemort absent mindly stroked Harry's backside. This was going to be interesting.
The gryffindor common room door opened. Ginny was flung inside.
"GINNY!" Neville sprinted to her crumbled heap on the floor as George followed after. He had been working on the adjustments of Malfoy Manor, seeing as he and Percy now belonged to the Malfoy's. The two men hoisted Ginny up, marching through the crowd of prisnors to the corner where the three of them camped. Ginny was still in a fit of sobs, even when she had been kept in a cell to calm her down for the remainder of yesterday.
"What's happened?" George asked fitfully. "What did they do to you?"
"It- it's Harry- I saw H-Harry!"
"We all saw him, Gin." Neville tried to comfort her. "That idiot Voldemort married him infront of our eyes!"
"That wasn't Harry!" Ginny hissed. "He- Harry's under a spell- I'm not ly-lying!"
George stroked her back and brushed her hair away from her sticky face. "I think you've been doing to much-"
"No, listen!" She took in a deep breath. "Harry is under a spell! I- I don't which one exactly but Voldemort has hi-him thinking he's some kind-kinda Pet! I saw it with my own eyes! McGonagall did too!"
Neville sighed. "We believe you Gin. We do! We all know Voldemort's capable of something like that...but there's just no way we can-"
"What happened to Dumbledore's army, Nev?" Ginny snapped harshly, making him recoil from wipping her face with his sleeve. "All that talk and you're just giving up? Harry may not be as important to you as he is to me-"
"Nev's not saying that Gin!" George interrupted. "It was only three day's ago that found out he was alive! We just need to be even more careful now!"
Ginny sighed. Her brother was right. Neville hadn't given up. He just needed to work things out. She streched out her arms towards Nev, who settled in them, in a friendly hug. "Sorry Nev."
"It's fine." He released her. "Something else to think about now!"
She laughed.
"I'll alert the others." Ginny watched as Neville found Luna and conversed quietly about the new information. She hugged her brother, who kissed her head and left to accompany Neville. She turned sadly to her pillow. Reaching under it she pulled out a tiny necklace that Harry had given her on her fifteenth birthday. Looking around to check she was really alone, Ginny slowly opened it. She skimmed past the photo of her family together at christmas, the one of Fleur and Bill embracing, the one of Hermione and Ron laughing. The photo of her and Harry popped out at once, moving as they grinned dopely at the camera, smiling their happiness. Letting slip a simple giggle, she kissed it, then lay it back in the locket after fingering the edge of it.
"I love you." *****
"You are positif' zat 'e is a submissive, my lurd?"
Voldemort had had to call in a new potions brewer, being as Severus Snape was now regretably dead and no other former Hogwarts Professor being capable of such a complicated magic he had no choice. Professor Posey was his only hope.
"Of course I am sure." Voldemort stroked Harry's dosing face. "I am never wrong."
As rain and thunder poured down outside, the humidity of summer dried off in the room, adgitating Voldemort whilst the Professor checked his Pet's heart, eyes, and, to Voldemort's sick amusment, anus. His Harry was fine. "I trust he is in shape?"
" E will need of watching, my lurd, as e is...ow do you say? Delecate?"
Voldemort didn't understand what that meant. Of course he was delicate, he was under hypnosis! He just couldn't get the staff these days. Voldemort looked from Harry to the Professor, who stuttered in French then fumbled in his pocket to produce a tiny viel of green liquid: A funny color considering it contained his blood, sperm and a layer of his flesh. Professor Posey handed him the viel. He eyes it wearily.
"I will be leaving you in ze moment, and you must make sure zat he zakes ze potion whilst you are watching in case of side affects...you know, er, fevers, zneezing, instant death-" Voldemort raised an invisable eyebrow and raised his hand to make the Professor stop.
"That will be all, thank you."
The Professor heisitated. "My Lurd, I need zo discuss-"
"Get out!"
The Professor left swiftly. Gathering up the heap of Harry from the bed into his arms, he watched the potion slid into the ajar mouth, and massaged it down the throat, thinking of the baby that would soon reside in his Pet's stomach. With Harry being a submissive his body would not fight the potion. His stomach would shrink, making way for a womb and his gentials would mould into a female's private parts, ready for the birth in 7 months. It would take a shorter time to develop the baby, as it would be a clone of his-self, with only a few genes from Harry.
When the potion was finally rested inside of Harry he gently place Gryffindor's angel back under the covers and kissed his sweet head when the mouth sighed and pouted. The face was pulling an expression pain much to Voldemort's confusion. "Don't be sad my love. You'll always be my little baby." He chuckled to himself then dimmed the lights, and gathered himself accompained by the great Snake Nagini. Leaving the room, he motioned for Greyback and Scaibor to come forward. "If anything happens to him, you inform me immediatley. Understand?" Both gulped then nodded, forgetting that one of them was a werewolf and the other a no good theif. The Dark Lord was much more powerful and terrifying and yet incrediably ignorant and selfish. Had he paid more attention to the Professor, he would not have caused the bubbling foam of salvia escaping his Pet's at this moment in time. He apparted to the Great Hall. Greyback and Scaibor entered the room.
The movement of Dumbledore's newly founded army quickly formulated a plan as the Death Eaters rounded them out of the Gryffindor common room. Amidst the crowd of prisnors they sauntered proudly in a line, linked by their arms: George, Ginny, Neville, Dean, Luna, Percy. The six of them didn't speak, to anyone or each other, concentrating hard for signs of weakness in the guards that journeyed with them to the great hall. The damp, dark and cold corridors of the old Hogwarts, who's walls hung faceless portraits and dim lights, raged with an atomsphere as optimistic as the english weather.
Upon finally reaching the great hall the oak doors once again opened on there own, making the prisnors clumsily trudge in a single file then filter out to all corners of the room. Once the flock was in the doors shut and all eyes fell upon the empty throne on the raised platform. In a matter of seconds a whisp of smoke shaped itself into the form of Lord Voldemort and his snake Nagini. Dumbledores army linked arms more tightly.
The crimson eyes roamed their faces, smiling as he looked down at them from his serpent replicare of a nose. Gracfully plunging himself onto his throne he spoke clearly "SIT!". The assembly sat on the floor, like worshipers in a church before prayer. Voldemort clicked his fingers. Beside him several other whisps of smoke appeared, only white in color, and out popped the remaining former professors of Hogwarts, reminding Ginny of spring flowers bursting from bloom. She looked immediatley at McGonagall: her hair fell from her bun, her green robes now black and her eyes carrying huge bangs. She was no longer a proud Gryffindor.
"Good, you are all here." drawled Voldemort. Ginny snapped her attention back to him, snarling her disgust. "It has come to my attention, that you are now all aware the castle has been built and some may believe it is the end of your duties? You seem to believe-" At this he stood up and paced before them, the hem of his robes skimming the floor. "That this is the end, and you will be reunited with those whom you call parents, locked up in Azkaban and you will play happy families with them?"
The throng of Death Eaters around the room laughed until a white hand raised and they hushed. "Let me make this perfectly clear." The wand made of bone raised, "Crucio" left his lips and leapt onto a first year in the first row. As the little boy twisted, coiled, and lapped in pain, Voldemort continued much to the majority of the room discomfort. "There is plenty more here for you to do. You see, me and my Husband are expecting something..." He lifted the spell as the boy pleaded helplessly then seized his crying as he was comforted by his party. Voldemort looked up.
"A baby to be exact...and so I thought, maybe there are more jobs to be handed out...maids, butlers, the usual slaves I require. But I am not so heartless..." He started into the crowd that parted in his wake. He searched every face as he trailed past. "Prisnors shall be allowed one hour a week with their families...a chance to do family things and spread the word of hope amongst each other..." Voldemort was advancing upon the chain of Dumbledore's army that sat firmly in each other's presence. "A fine reward I presume, Longbottom, being as your grandmother is dying to see you!" Causing more outbursts of laughter from the Death Eaters, Neville raised his back, like a cat ready the strike and rip the Dark Lord with his claws. Voldemort stood infront of the chain now, and caught Ginny's eye. She had not moved at all, even after he had announced the pregnancy unlike the rest of the gasps that had filtered the hall. He went down to her level.
"How was it dear?" Voldemort cooed into her face. "Seeing him, writhe under me, call my name...make love to me."
Ginny shook her head. "That was not love. That was pity."
Voldemort scowled and back-handed her and the chain fell apart. Just as he mustered a retort the oak doors swung open and there stood a flustered Greyback.
"My lord- The- Boy- He's- QUICK!"
Voldemort stood sharply and dismissed in a cloud of smoke.
Ginny looked over head shoulder, cradeling her cheek. "Harry?"
*******
The Dark Lord landed abrutly on the floor of the room. Harry convulsed rapidly on the bed, mimicking a fish out of water. He fruffed at the mouth, his skin a translucent blue colour with no sheets covering his naked form, and he choked salvia.
He was dying.
Voldemort skidded to the bed and picked up the boy. Rushing him to the couch infront of the fireplace he heard the slither of Nagini and the footsteps of a dozen Death Eaters enter the room. Absently he screamed "GET POSEY!" and he heard a decline in footsteps. Whilst his followers stood in awe of the scene, Voldemort grabbed Harry's upper body and rocked it from side to side. Shushing Harry and stroking his ice cold forehead he heard the mumurs of "Master" leave the boy's mouth.
"Calm down- Sh- It's okay little one- Master's here"
The glasses on the head slipped down the nose when the yellow colored eyes peeked from under them. They searched Voldemort and a heavy arm rested on the robed chest. "Ma-ster" Then the yellow stained eyes rolled backwards and the body became limp and heavy, slumped in death.
Harry Potter was no more.