Letters with my murdering, possibly psychotic arch nemesis-
(A/n Hello and welcome to this little story. I am insanely bored and now have an idea. To the readers of my Snarry I AM SOOOOO sorry. My comp crashed and that file was on it and I dunno how to write more on it so you'll have to wait for my blockage to be over.
PLEASE accept this Voldemort/Harry story as compensation.
In short; Harry wakes from a nightmare in the first week after the Ministry mishap/Sirius's death and being sent home from Hogwarts for vacation and being the hormonal teenager he is he sends off an annoyed ranting letter to the source of most of his problems! Enter Voldemort and lots of chaos that is sure to follow! Slash pairings" Voldemort/Harry Lucius/Severus and any others I can dream up.
Warning: It's slash…aka there shall be the SEX, drinking, smoking, bad language, cutting, other mischief, mean names, you know my protocol if you've read my other stories XD
Disclaimer: This is purely a fragment of my ADHD, overactive, caffeine occluded mind. I do not own the characters or anything from the Harry Potter Universe. DO NOT SUE ME. )
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-Harry POV-
I was woken by a nightmare this time. I was screaming so loudly that I scared myself. I heard the doors bang open and I felt his arms pulling me against his chest before I opened my eyes and saw him.
/Your awake now, calm yourssself/ Tom hissed to me in parsletongue. I felt a strange comfort in the language that only the two of us could understand. I shivered and wouldn't meet his eyes. How could I've been so stupid? I'd forgotten to put my silencing shields. My breathing was ragged and I was nearly in tears.
/Sssorry, I forgot to put sssilencersss up/ I returned. His arms tightened around me.
/You never have to worry about that. I do not mind you dreaming and I will alwaysss be here when you have a nightmare/ He hissed sternly. /Do not hide the nightmaresss from me/
/Why do your offer that to me?/ I asked, confused and still refusing to look at his face. I noticed the intricate pattern of the buttons on his sleep shirt; little snakes winding together.
/Because no one needsss to sssuffer alone/ Was his answer. I didn't say anything else. I just leaned on him and took in his warmth. The nightmare had shaken me to the core. I hated it and I hated being weak, but somehow I didn't feel weak with him holding me, I just felt safe.
"Are you alright now?" He asked quietly in human tones, we had been sitting together for a few minutes and my breathing had become controlled and my eyes had dried on his shirt.
"Yes, thank you," I mumbled, but I didn't move. I loved sitting in his lap, I loved him holding me, I loved being near him, and I loved…
"Good," He cut off my mental revelations. I blushed as I realized I was snuggling into him, my head was tucked under his chin and my hands were fisted into his shirt; meanwhile, his arms are locked around me, one hand on the back of my head and the other holding my middle close to his broad chest. I looked up at him for the first time since I had woken up screaming and his arms had wrapped around me. His glowing red irises calmed me verses scaring me. I found my body moving without my knowledge; I pushed myself up to him until our mouths were millimeters apart. I looked into his eyes again and I pushed my lips onto his before I lost my nerve.
His embrace on me tightened and his mouth started working on mine instantly, I melted and my mouth opened to his prodding tongue. He plundered my mouth like he was Captain Jack Sparrow in a Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Our tongues met and twisted together and I shivered as his hand on my waist slinked down to my butt, I barely twitched at the touch and his hand slipped up my shirt instead and started massaging my lower back. I pressed my body into him but soon I was starting to feel light headed, our kiss was lasting to long for my lungs to handle. I tried to pull away to breathe but he kept kissing, I moaned breathlessly and he understood and let my lips go, my vision actually flickered; the kiss…no make out session…had left me spinning. He kept massaging my back but his hand was running up and down my back now. Thankfully he was still holding the back of my head with his left hand, or I would've been back on his chest.
That kiss was more intense than anything I think I'd ever felt. It was hardly as awkward or as embarrassing as kissing Cho Chang, it wasn't as defiling as being forced to suck off Vernon. It was bliss made into a physical action.
He kissed my lips lightly and pulled me further into and intimate position; I was made to straddle his legs as he leaned against my headboard. I flushed pink as I felt his erection under my arse but he merely started placing languid kisses on my lips and cheeks and eyes. He didn't say anything about the throbbing I felt under me and the half-way hard dick that was now poking at him from my sleep pants. I blushed harder as his hands dripped around my back, I had no idea what to do with my own hands so I laced him around his neck and then carded my fingers in his hair. The soft kisses grew lighter and finally they stopped all together. His eyes were bearing into mine with lust but also concern, I'm sure I looked like a nervous mess.
"Harry, are you alright with this? With me touching you like this?" He asked softly. I nodded carefully, I didn't wanna seem like a slut or something…but God! His hands, his arms, his kisses, his chest…and...God!
"Yeah, I…" I stumbled over the words, I couldn't talk. My throat clenched and I got nervous suddenly. I flushed deeper and hid my face in his neck. He nudged my face back up to his eye level.
"You don't need to worry, I'd never hurt you in any way like that. Please don't hide from me," He whispered. I shivered against him.
"I'm sorry…I don't…express myself well," I muttered, I kept his gaze but it was hard, my stomach was rippling and I felt weightless and like I weighted a ton at the same time.
"You don't need to apologize," Tom said gently. He brought his lips to mine again and the mindfuck started again. This time it was even deeper, his hands unbuttoned my sleep shirt and he started playing with my nipples. I groaned into his mouth as he twisted them and pinched them. I yanked at his hair and he smirked against my mouth. We separated for air again and his mouth attacked to my neck, sucking and biting deeply, I grunted at the feeling and found my hips trusting at him. I stopped the unconscious
movement and he chuckled as my dick hardened completely. I moaned and tried to keep still. He snuck his hand under my waistband. I whimpered and his fingers played around in my pubes. He skated around my cock to squeeze my balls a few times. I whimpered as his fingers left then I jumped as he started wanking me.
"T-Tom!" I moaned against his neck. He snickered and I bit at his neck in retaliation. A groan came from his throat and he started pulling at me harder, I groaned and rubbed my ass on his own erection to try and give him some relief. He bucked into my arse cheeks and I gave a short yelp of his name as he made me jizz my pants. I fell against him, panting and spent. I felt him pull me up onto his stomach so he could reach his own cock. I tentatively grabbed his hand before he could relieve himself and slid down between his legs. I looked at him and met his eyes. "Your turn," I breathed huskily. He watched hungrily as I pulled his pants down.
This was so different than that muggle bastard. I wanted to go down on Tom; I wanted to give him that pleasure, even if my face was Gryffindor red. He was actually wearing underwear. I was commando under my sleep pants…but now standing between me and his cock was a thin layer of black and blue stripped satin boxers. I tugged them down slowly to tease him. He groaned and carded his fingers through my long hair, clearly trying not to push me too far. I breathed across his dick, it was standing at full attention and Merlin knows that thing was huge. I mean…I'm not tiny or anything but Tom was above average in all senses of the phrase. His Johnson was at least 8 inches long and probably 2 1/2 inches wide. I swallowed before I started kissing it gently. He groaned and tried not to buck at me. I put my hand on his thighs to keep him down; I ran my fingers up and around his pubic bone.
"Harry!" He groaned in need. I caught his eyes again and started licking his dick like a lolly. Then I took what I could into my mouth and started licking again. He groaned and pressed my head against him. I tried to repress my gag reflex and let his head hit the back of my throat. He groaned again as I started moving my head up and down, letting my teeth tease his throbbing prick. I moved a hand to massage to sack and I sucked deeply on his dick, with most of it in my mouth he thrust forward and I suppressed the urge to choke and cough. I took my hand from his balls and used both hands to hold his hips down as I sucked harder and harder on his erection and licked the clit. "I'm going to cum…" He moaned a warning but I continued and licked his slit again until he groaned loudly and jazzed in my mouth. I swallowed and kept swallowing until he finished and I pulled off of him. He moaned and kissed my harshly, he flipped us over and pinned me to the bed as he ravished my mouth. I keened at him and submitted to his lips and hands as they worked over every untouched inch of me. Hands glided over my arse and the backs of my thighs and I shivered.
"Tom!" I gasped as his fingers started running across my crack. I pulled back quickly from his fingers as the sparkling sensation hit me and panic settled in. He pulled fingers away after letting them linger for a moment. He pulled me against his chest again and slowly kissed me into a calmer state. I curled in on him, angry at myself for stopping him and pissed at my fear of his fingers; it's not like I was a virgin.
"Shhh, I'm sorry love," He whispered against my cheek. I nodded, accepting his apology.
"No…I am," I grumbled against his face. I was afraid I'd scared him away.
"Why in the bloody world?"
"I'm sorry…I just…I can't do that right now," I whimpered, I felt weak and stupid and embarrassed.
"Do not be sorry for that love," He soothed. I nodded against his chest and sat there listening to his breathing.
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We sat that way for what felt like hours, just as dawn started to show its light an annoying rap came at my window and a twittering sound that was a group of owls.
"Not again," I sighed. He sighed as well and lifted me so I was on the bed. He flicked his hand at the window and four owls swept in. One was holding a red envelope. I groaned at the sight of the howler.
"You open it," I told him. He gave me a 'now really' look and I grumbled as I fumbled with the opening. Finally it burst open and started snarling at me in Hermione's shrill yell;
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU ARE THE MOST ARSE-HEADED BOY I'VE EVER MET! YOU WANT THE DARK LORD TO KILL YOU THEN FINE! BUT I WILL NOT BE INSULTED BY YOU IN A LETTER! YOU REALLY NEED A GOOD COURSE IN MANNERS YOUNG MAN!"
As her scream faded I groaned and rubbed my temples, her pitch was making my head hurt. Tom summoned a quill, ink, and some parchment for me. I rolled my eyes at the supplies…I didn't want to speak to Hermione right now…or anytime soon actually.
"Joy," I muttered. I glared at the borrowed owl she had used as if it was the poor thing's fault. I jotted down a tiny letter back to her that consisted of;
It's DAWN! And I was just woken by your effing howler Hermione, now who is it that needs a lesson in manners? Send off one of those things when a person will actually be AWAKE to silence it. You have no idea how crazy explaining that was. I finally just had to rightout lie and say my aunt had called me and started yelling at me. Thankfully they didn't hear the part about the 'Dark Lord' or you would've been the cause of magical exposure!
I sighed deeply as the Barn owl took off with my response in its beak.
"I rather dislike your friends," Tom said, he came up behind me where I was sitting in the middle of the bed next to the letters and wrapped his arms and legs around my body. I leaned against him as I opened the probably least threatening one first, Remi's.
7:00pm, July 12th 1996
Cub,
I'm sorry if this reaches you at a bad time. Anything you want to tell me I'll listen to. You can floo call me if you'd like. My address is Millook, nr Bude, Cornwall, England, just say that to the floo and you'll get my fire. Most anytime I'll be there unless I'm off on a mission with the werewolves or at a meeting.
With Love,
Moony
"Wow, I never knew Remi had a place of his own," I thought aloud, but I realized how stupid that sounded, of course he did. Tom chuckled a bit.
"I know that area, well, slightly anyhow. It's far out in the woods. He's probably there to stay away from people during the full moon," Tom mused. I nodded and wrote out a reply.
Dawn, July 13th 1996
Remi,
Hey, I hope THIS doesn't wake you. I'll floo you when it's more like actual morning time.
Harry
"That's ok, right?" I asked Tom. He nodded. I gave the letter to Tom's owl and it hoped back out the window to deliver the letter back to Remus.
Next was Mrs. Weasley's letter.
Harry,
Ron was in a right state when he got your last letter. I know you want to be left alone so this will be my last post to you, sweetie, but remember Ron rarely thinks before he speaks. It's a problem he's always had. I sincerely hope you have a good time with your friends, meet us at King's Cross so we can all say our goodbyes.
Love,
Molly Weasley
I jotted her a quick thank you and sent it off with Errol and turned to Dumbledore's letter.
7:35pm, July 12th 1996
Mr. Potter,
I apologize for my breech on your privacy. But you are in danger when you are not being protected, I know what is best for you and this is a time of war. No one will argue with me in 'meddling' as you put it when their savior's life is on the line.
Headmaster Dumbledore
I glowered at his letter so hard I accidentally set it on fire. I jumped back into Tom's chest and he snapped his fingers and it went out and my bedding was mended from where it had been scorched.
"I really hate him," I groaned.
"I know, just write the old codger back so we can go back to ignoring them," Tom suggested. I giggled and kissed his arm.
"Do I have to?"
"No," He smiled. "Just ignore him. He knows you're alive because of your letters to the others. Just ignore him." I nodded and snuggled into Tom again as he vanished the remaining parchment and shooed off the owl. He closed the windows and shades with magic and we lay down together. I finally realized I was still stick and my pants were full of dried jizz.
"Eww," I said pulling at my pants. He scoffed and muttered a cleansing spell on me. I smiled and wrapped myself around him; I didn't want him to leave. I just wanted to stay in this bed with him…forever if that's what it took to keep this happy, tingly feeling floating around me.
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Well...damn holy fuck shit. haha, you all have no idea what a horrible bloody day I've had, not a horrid WEEK! But I passed my EXAMS! Hellfire yes! WOOO! Ok and to celbrate I give you all this wonderousness. I remind all of you I am in a BAD mood and give this as a plea for reviews...and just for leiniency on all of my stories....I'm so exhausted mentally and physically.
Luff to all of you cause everything knows there IS NOT enough of it in the world!
Bwee Bwee from Ley