DISCLAIMER: HARRY POTTER AND EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH THE FRANCHISE BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING. I REPEAT I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. BUT ANY OC'S IN THIS STORY BELONG TO ME!
WARNINGS: THIS WILL BE SLASH. THIS IS A HARRYMORT FANFICTION (HARRY/VOLDEMORT SLASH) SLYTHERIN!HARRY DARK!HARRY
THIS WILL BE M RATED LATER ON. Dumbledore/Hermione/Ron BASHING
I AM SO SORRY I HAVE NOT UPDATED! I HAVE HAD NO MUSE, EXAMS AND PREP FOR COURSEWORK! I AM GUTTED! I WANTED TO GET THIS CHAPTER TO AROUND 4,000 WORDS, BUT I HAD NO IDEA WHAT ELSE TO WRITE:'(
Hope you like it anyway! Sorry if its completely awful:/
The next term at Hogwarts passed, for the most part, smoothly for Harry. He remained at the top of all his classes and the professors (apart from Snape) seemed to be very impressed by his skills and knowledge.
The only things that annoyed Harry about Hogwarts were the Gryffindor's; most specifically: Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger...
Harry was sat, in the centre of the library, with Draco: researching the Goblin Wars of 1213 for a History Essay set by Professor Binns. They were in the middle of an avid discussion on Porfank's regime when Granger and Weasley decided to storm up to Harry.
"OUR WHOLE WORLD IS GOING TO BURN BECAUSE OF YOU!" Ron screamed at Harry, face flushed and panting heavily.
Harry lifted an eyebrow towards them.
"I know not of what you speak. Now if you do not mind, I suggest you remove yourself from my presence. It is not in my best wishes to aggravate the librarian."
"JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? THINK YOU'RE SO ABOVE US? YOU DIRTY HALF BLOOD! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO? I COULD CRUSH YOU! YOU SMALL GIT!"
That last comment got Harry rather annoyed. Why did everyone have to remind him of how small he was?
"Could you now?"
"YEAH! I'LL EVEN PROVE IT!"
Ron leant down towards Harry's face and spat at him.
"Think you're a tough man? We'll see 'bout that! I wanna duel, so meet me on Sunday in the old DADA classroom."
Ron withdrew and began to walk away.
"Don't think 'bout chickening out Potter, cause I will kill you," Ron shouted over his shoulder to Harry, before he left, Hermione in tow.
Harry suddenly chuckled, and Draco just gaped at him.
"What could you possibly find funny?"
Harry stared at his companion, letting a sly, evil grin slip onto his face.
"I am looking forward to this."
It rolled round to Sunday and Harry was highly anticipating the duel that was to take place that night.
At 11pm, Harry got out of his bed. He had ordered Draco to sleep, as he did not want Draco involved with this. It would completely rid Draco of his childhood...
Ella though had ordered Harry to take her! Harry saw no problem with that and even if he did, Ella would have definitely put up a fight, so Harry agreed to his familiar's demand.
Harry got dressed into a black poet shirt, black slacks and black boots. He tied his hair back with a clasp that was in the shape of a snake which he had bought on his first trip to Hogsmeade.
When he was ready to go, he let Ella slither up and wrap herself round his neck – which she had never been able to do before...
Harry took a moment to look over his familiar.
Ella had grown dramatically in the past few weeks! She was now over 1m long!
Harry felt slightly guilty for not noticing before, but he had just not saw a lot of Ella as she was always with Venereum.
"Ella, how iss it that you have grown sso large?" Harry whispered.
"Ssince our bonding, I have had the ability to connect to your magical core. I have used ssome of your magic to make me thiss way. I hope you don't mind masster."
Harry simply raised an eyebrow in response to her, but he did not really mind. He was intrigued by the idea of his familiar being able to access his magic and swore he would ask Voldemort about it later.
How surreal did that sound?
It was like a dream come true for Harry. The man he had practically obsessed over since he fist learnt of magic now spoke to him in his mind everyday – entertaining Harry in his classes. He found all his classes rather boring as he knew all of the material and he had mastered more spells than the average fourth year student.
Voldemort also visited Harry in his dreams every night, and boy did Harry love it!
Yet, Harry was also confused.
Every time Voldemort kissed his scar (which had become the regular way of Voldemort saying good bye) Harry felt butterflies in his stomach, his heart raced and he became a little light headed with the pleasurable sensations that pulsed from his scar.
He loved it.
And yet, Harry did not know if this was normal. To feel this way, to be enjoying it, to like Voldemort kissing him. Was that normal?
Harry was confused.
Harry cast a disillusionment charm on himself and Ella before they made their way out of the Slytherin dormitories under a silencing spell.
They made it to the designated classroom at exactly 11:55pm.
He conjured a chair and perched himself upon it: in the darkest corner of the room. Harry cancelled the spells he had cast upon his person and waited.
Ron arrived at 12:10am. The sight he was met with sent a fearful shiver down his spine.
Inside, the room was freezing as if the all the heat had been completely sucked out.
The room was lit by one singular candle, which hung from the closest, grimy stone wall to the door.
Ron's eyes were not drawn to this light however.
They were focused on the ominous looking, pitch black corner of the desolate room.
Green orbs snapped open and Ron had to forcefully hold back the scream which had began to tear through his throat.
'His eyes are...glowing!' Ron thought in growing terror.
Ron cautiously took a step back, wishing to be anywhere but before this 'freakish creature'.
Harry stood.
In a flash, Harry pinned Ron to the stone wall and wrapped his hand around the terrified, ginger's throat.
"I do hope you realise how foolish you have been."
Harry announced in a deceptively cool tone.
Before Ron had even a chance to beg to be released from Harry's tightening grip, Harry slammed the boy's head into the wall harshly, knocking Ron unconscious.
'Very good, Harry,' Voldemort purred in Harry's mind.
'Where shall I take him?' Harry asked Voldemort in his mind.
'Hmm... Take him down to our chamber. I shall direct you there.'
Harry nodded in response. He cast a disillusionment and silencing charm on himself, Ron and Ella – who was all but cackling in glee at the dark aura that was oozing from Harry. Harry then proceeded to cast a levitating spell on Ron, before making his way down to the chamber of secrets.
They arrived at the chamber's entrance ten minutes later. Ella was practically jumping up and down in excitement, for a reason Harry was not quite sure of...
'What do I do now?' Harry questioned, surveying the sinks – which Voldemort had told him were the entrance.
'Command the door to open in parseltongue.'
Harry took a step back and whispered in the tongue of snakes:
"Open for me!"
Suddenly, the sinks separated from one another. The top of the sink lifted up of its own accord, and the sink directly in front of Harry slid down into the ground, leaving a sizeable gap in its wake.
When the opening was completely ready, Harry whispered:
"Sstairss!"
In a blink of an eye, a winding staircase appeared, and without much further ado, Harry began his descent.
They came to a stop when they were in front of a circular, metal door – which had a sleeping, metal snake wound round the outside of it, locking the door.
"Command it to open"
Voldemort prompted Harry in his mind.
"Openn!"
Harry commanded in parseltongue.
Slit, yellow eyes snapped open.
The snake slithered round the circumference of the door, effectively unlocking it, allowing Harry to step through – Ron in tow.
Harry held In a gasp at the beauty of the chamber.
The floors were made of black marble, and the walls were made of a shimmering, silver marble. At the end of the vast chamber was a huge engraving of a snake's head on the wall, which made the room look rather foreboding.
Harry loved it!
He let Ronald drop to the ground, whilst he climbed down the ladder.
Once upon the marble floor, Harry dragged Ron by the collar of his shirt towards the centre of the chamber.
He removed the charms upon the three of them, wanting to hear what Ella was so excited about...and Ron's screams...
"What hasss you sso exccited my ssweet?"
Harry questioned his familiar who had already slithered off his body and was making her way towards the snake's head.
"Ohhh masster! Thiss is where Venereum livess! He hass wanted to meet you masster!"
"Well, you can vissit Venereum, whilsst I...take care of thiss fool."
Ella slithered away happily, hissing in excitement about seeing her 'boyfriend'.
Harry shook his head fondly at her antics, before taking his wand out of his pocket and aiming it at Ron.
"What should I do first?"
"Bind him and hang him from the wall."
Harry did just that, with a quick incarcerous.
He forced Ron to wake and the ginger screamed.
Harry slapped the boy.
"Now you will be QUIET!"
Ron whimpered and closed his eyes, wishing this was all just a dream.
"Now, I have several spells I must practise, and you will be my subject."
"Please! Have mercy!"
Harry chucked his head back, and cackled evilly, before flashing Ron a sinister smile.
He grabbed the struggling boy's throat and whispered in his ear:
"You sshan't have merccy."
Harry stood back and pointed his wand at Ron's chest.
"Make your peace with the Gods Ronald! CRUCIO!"
Ron screamed at the immense pain that ran through his body. It was like his veins were on fire!
Harry's eyes slid shut at the pleasure he found from casting the spell.
His breath became ragged as he held the curse longer and his stupor was only broken when Ronald stopped screaming – having passed out from the pain.
Harry stopped the spell, and he had to lean against the wall as he was overthrown with the after effects of such pleasure.
"Very good Harry."
Harry smiled at the praise and opened his eyes once more.
"What now?"
"Hmm... I believe it would be in your best interests to hold Weasley down here as your test subjects as I teach you more spells."
"Won't Dumbledore question me? I mean, Granger does know that I had a duel planned with Ron today..."
"Just inform the old fool that you would never even think to break school rules and that you were asleep. As for Granger, well, two test subjects could not hurt."
Harry smirked and nodded.
At that moment, Ella slithered back out and raced towards him.
"Masster! Venereum wishess to meet you!"
"I wissh to meet him alsso. I do want to know who hass sstole my familar'ss heart after all."
If snakes could blush, Ella would have been as red as a tomato at the moment.
"Venny! Masster agreess!" Ella shouted.
The huge snake's head opened and out slithered the largest snake Harry had ever laid eyes upon.
"Musst you inssist on calling me that?" Venereum sighed.
"It'ss cute!" Ella replied happily.
"Exactly..." Venereum murmered, before bringing his attention to Harry – who was quite amused by the couple's antics.
"I'm Venereum, and you musst be Ella'ss masster."
"Yess. Finally I get the chancce to meet the famed Venereum. How did you two meet anyway? Oh, and pleasse call me Harry."
"Ella, would you like to tell Harry how we met?"
"Oh, but you're ssoo better at telling it Venny!"
Venereum sighed again.
"Fine. I wass having a nicce day in my chamber – having a dip in the lake – and all of a ssudden I hear thiss loud bang from one of my tunnelss. I went to invesstigate, and I found Ella on her back – having fallen from the wall. Sshe wass curssing loudly about how the world wass againsst her and I went over and helped her up. After that, we talked about how sshe got here and what sshe was doing here. Sshe deccided to visit me every day ssincce. Now, sshe's the love of my life, aren't you darling?"
Harry chuckled when Ella ducked her head in embarrassment, before slithering up onto Venereum's head.
"Well, it wass a pleassure meeting you Venereum. If it iss not too much trouble, could you pleasee keep an eye on the boy over there for me? I sshall return in two dayss time. I want him to eat nothing."
"It sshall be done Harry."
Harry nodded and looked to Ella.
"I ssupposse you would prefer to remain here tonight?"
Ella's eyes lit up.
"Yesss! Oh thank you masster!"
Harry chuckled and began to make his way out of the chamber and back to the dormitory.
Once safely in his bed, Harry cast another tempus to find that it was 3:47am and he quickly fell asleep in anticipation of his next meeting with Voldemort...
Harry appeared in the study once again.
He quickly scanned the room, and found no Voldemort at his desk.
Harry was about to look behind him, when a pair of strong arms slid around his waist.
"Hello Harry."
Said boy could not repress a shiver when he heard that deep, sultry voice whisper in his ear.
The embrace ended after a moment, and Voldemort sat by the fire, gesturing for Harry to do the same.
"I am very pleased with your progress Harry."
Harry blushed at the praise and lowered his head hoping to hide it from Voldemort – who, unbeknownst to Harry, smiled at his antics.
"When shall I go to collect the Philosopher's stone?"
Voldemort pondered for a moment.
"It would be ideal for you to retrieve it at a time when Dumbledore is not present in the school, that way, he cannot interfere with your task."
Harry nodded his understanding, and they both sat in companionable silence for a few minutes.
Voldemort stood abruptly and walked over to his desk. After sorting through one of his drawers, he came to sit back down – with a large tome in his hand.
"I want you to read this book. It contains dark curses – most unknown that could be helpful in the future."
Harry took the book that was offered to him, and shot Voldemort a questioning glance.
"Unknown you say?"
"They are unknown because these spells have not been publicly documented. They are spells of my own creation which I believe you could benefit from."
Harry tried to remain impassive on the outside, but on the inside he was brimming with pride. Voldemort was entrusting with the knowledge of some spells that no one else has ever even heard of!
"Thank you."
Harry replied in slight awe at the large size of the tome.
After that, Harry began to read.
When he came to terms or passages he was not quite sure of, he queried Voldemort and the man explained to him their meanings.
Harry had read around a quarter of the book when it was time to wake up.
Voldemort stood and leant down, letting his lips kiss Harry's cheek.
"I shall see you tonight Harry."