Chapter 10 – The Hidden Estate
Dumbledore had successfully managed to escape to his hidden estate. Nobody, not even his most loyal and brainwashed minions knew its exact location. It was both unplottable and under Fidelius with Albus Dumbledore as secret keeper.
Dumbledore had been furious. Not only had he lost Hogwarts as his power base, but he had been forced to go into hiding to ensure that his plans would someday come to fruition. Albus angrily gritted his teeth. Why couldn't the boy he needed to use for his plans of world dominance, be born earlier, he said to himself.
It would not matter that he had lost his power base, he would still succeed and claim the young boy for his greater good. And at the same time, he would enjoy destroying the tedious half-blood, Tom Riddle along with the Princes for their audacity in conspiring against him. Yes, it would be so satisfying to gain young Severus as his perfect little catamite.
Thinking to himself, Dumbledore considered his options. Should he bring toddler Severus to his estate and then age him with the help of a permanent aging potion to a preferred age before starting to control the confused boy? This idea had a lot of merit, although sometimes exercising patience had helped him to master many difficult situations. Whatever option he chose, Dumbledore knew that someday Severus would belong only to him, and he would teach the boy many painful lessons. This would be necessary so that young Severus never once forgot who his true master is.
Dumbledore still had his special playroom in the dungeons where he had successfully broken so many of his earlier catamites in the past. This was also the location of the storage cupboard for his most dangerous and illegal potions. It was the very cupboard that contained those potions that enacted lust visions of his future. Hmmm, maybe I should bring one of them to my chambers where I usually enjoy my visions to help me figure out how I can make my wishes come true, Dumbledore mused.
If only he could get his hands on one of those unique time turners, which would allow someone to travel back and forth in time with their own body, to the exact date that they wished to visit. It would make his efforts to capture the elusive serpent prince much easier. Another benefit of having such a time turner would be that he would not need to wait for almost two decades until he could claim his prize. Dumbledore truly revelled in his wickedness. Nobody except him knew that two other illegal uses of dragon's blood existed. He had discovered them by accident and used them over the years with great success.
Taking what he needed from the potions cupboard, Dumbledore went back to the Master suite where he shed his clothing and lay naked on the bed. The dark wizard then consumed the potion and relaxed knowing that it would only be a few seconds before the potion would do its job. Yes, Albus Dumbledore was a dark wizard. Actually, he was the darkest wizard who was still alive in Magical Britain and nobody else had figured it out. Compared to him Gellert was a harmless babe, and he had quite often chuckled about this to himself in the safety of his office, while he forced himself on yet another unlucky victim. Soon his vision began.
Thick smoke filled the room yet he could already see it, his chosen victim chained helplessly and completely bare of any clothes, still glaring in defiance at him. It was 15-year-old Severus Prince-Peverell.
"Tsk, tsk, my dear boy, I thought you would have learned this lesson at last. Must I use the whip on your naked back again? Or maybe you would like to taste the branding iron on your skin. Do you really believe that I wouldn't use it on you, Severus?", Dumbledore asked as he caressed the trembling body of his prisoner.
Severus glared at his jailer. Nobody existed in the whole wide world who he hated more and before he considered the consequences of his audacity, he spit in Dumbledore's face. This resulted in another black eye for Severus, as Albus' patience started to wear thin.
"It seems as if you do not want to listen to your elders and betters, my dear sweet boy. Be that as it may, there are many other methods to teach you the error of your ways. I can make you scream and beg for my cock within minutes after thrusting it into your tight heat, and don't believe that I would hesitate to do this my stubborn child." Albus taunted as he strengthened his grip on his prisoner, ensuring that his nails would cut deep into the alabaster skin of the chained teenager.
"Why don't you just kill me, that is your heart's desire, isn't it?", sneered Severus.
"Wrong, my dear boy. You are so much more valuable as my personal slave and pet. Killing your father on the other hand, that would be utterly delightful. But not before he learns exactly who you are, and that you are completely under my control." The insane dark wizard laughed as he started to pet his prisoner like a stray cat.
Severus tried to escape the unwanted petting, but because of the chains that held him securely, it wasn't possible. The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes confirmed his delight in having Severus at his mercy.
"Time for a little kiss my sweet boy. Don't worry, you will enjoy it, too", Albus taunted as he pressed his chest into his prisoner, enjoying the squirming as Severus tried to escape his fate. Severus' entire being clearly showed his fear and disgust.
Albus used the movement of the chain to draw him closer and swing him away again and again, increasing the dizziness which his prisoner felt and thereby ensuring that he wouldn't be able to stop any of Albus' advances.
As Severus' eyes closed, Albus used the chain to swing Severus to his own body once more and kissed him harshly on his lips, inwardly gloating as the boy wasn't even able to resist him any longer. "Good little boys deserve to be rewarded and do you know what your reward will be, my little prince?", smirked Albus as he carded his big hands through the silky hair of his prisoner. Severus shook his head, he didn't know nor did he want to imagine what sort of reward the old crazy man had in mind. It couldn't be anything that was beneficial for him.
"You will be sleeping in my bed from now on, it will ensure that you won't stray any longer from the good and narrow path, my boy." Albus laughed heartily, relishing in the horrified looks from his captive.
"No, no, please no. Anything but that", Severus whispered brokenly.
"Anything?", asked Albus rhetorically, "Are you sure you want to offer me anything else, my sweet innocent boy?"
"What do you want, Sir?", asked the teenager, his gaze fixed on the floor.
"I want you to call me master and do anything I order you do to – no matter what. Perhaps then I will leave your family alone. Any further act of defiance on your part will end in the deaths of your loved ones", Albus declared.
"I don't know", Severus replied timidly.
"Trust me, my boy, I will not lead you astray. And for being a good little boy, you will even get a new collar to show everyone that you belong only to me. Do not worry, Severus. Worrying won't change anything except your acceptance of your fate. Now I want to hear you say it. Who is your master? Do not try to defy me or those despicable muggles will pay with their blood for your defiance", Dumbledore warned. He had already taken an ominous looking collar out of a hidden cupboard that would choke his prisoner anytime when he tried to refuse a clear command.
The vision ended abruptly but Albus was satisfied nonetheless. Sooner or later he would get Severus in his clutches and the boy would never be able to free himself ever again. The only one who could endanger his carefully developed plans and eternal bliss was the destined mate for this little slave. For every magical being, Lady Magic had chosen a partner who would complete and even be able to heal his mate. Finding those irritations and getting rid of them, while ensuring that the person in question ended up under the absolute control of one of his pawns had been one of Albus' most enjoyable hobbies over the last decades.
Severus' mate would be able to free him from any bad influence, and this was something that Albus could not and would not allow to happen. Severus belonged to him and nobody had the right to interfere – be they mortal or immortal. Albus wanted to rule the world and Severus Prince-Peverell was the key to it. Even if the boy did not know it and had not even been born yet.
Actually, other than Albus, nobody on the mortal plane had this information. What a pity that he couldn't kill the oracle, but then those vexing immortals would be warned and find a much better way to protect Tom's family, making it impossible for Dumbledore to get close enough to his little prince so that he could snatch him away.
A growl escaped his throat as he suddenly realised his stupid mistake. He had not asked the Oracle the identity of Severus' mate, nor when he would be born. And he had completely forgotten to obliviate the little chick. It had been years since he had been so neglectful. Albus decided that he would need to make another short trip to Greece so that he could abduct the girl, question her further and then silence her forever, before anyone was the wiser.
How could he have forgotten that it was possible to force Oracles, with the right potion, in to never ending visions? A small sip of the enslavement potion in her water would be enough to turn her into his mindless slave, if that was what he desired. She could then even advise him as to the best opportunity to snatch his prize.
Albus would wait two more years before he called his elite to his side in order to give them clear instructions on setting his plans in motion. Now, when should I call Fawkes, he wondered. Fawkes was currently still at the side of his golem-double, but if they should really imprison his copy in Azkaban, then leaving Fawkes with him would no longer be useful.
Dumbledore thought to himself that it was a such a pity that Dementors were able to differentiate between an original person and a golem. Grinning madly after calculating all odds, Dumbledore made a decision. While the golem was not imprisoned, and using the forced slave-bond, Fawkes would be called to his side every three months. He would use the phoenix to get Severus into his hands. No matter where he was. And on his 13th birthday the boy would lose his virginity to Dumbledore and become his perfect little slave.
Maybe it was time to send several books full with compulsions to his former student, Tom Riddle and then lie back and wait until Tom descended into madness. Dumbledore would personally enjoy killing the Riddles and framing Tom for their murders – he still had some of his hair and who would really suspect Albus Dumbledore – the pro-muggle-fighter, of manslaughter?
To be honest Dumbledore had been angry as he read about the plans to evacuate the children and teenagers from the big city and place them in the rural regions with British citizens, in the muggle newspaper. It would have complicated his plans. He wanted Tom to suffer. It had been so hard to ensure that the area around the orphanage would end up on the Bombing plans of the Nazis during the Blitz War. A few Confundus spells and those sheeple really would do anything he asked them to do.
Tom was too young to be called to fight in the war, well, unless Dumbledore managed to use one of his old contacts to drop him on US-territory. The US would fight for years in Asia, just to get one over on the Communists and the Asian countries who were traditionally allied with the Soviet Union.
Alas at the moment he still needed the Riddle boy. How else would he be able to sire his heir…and Dumbledore's own future pet? It pained Dumbledore, but for the Greater Good you needed sacrifices sometimes, which meant he could not allow Tom to be killed before the summer of 1960. Afterwards, he was fair game.
Eileen's fate was already sealed, but he would enjoy breaking her before she would be handed over to her new master. Any pictures he could take of her suffering would be quite useful when he was working on taming their son. Yes, it was time to renew his old contacts and let them know that he would be once more active in their illustrious circles.
All of you will grovel in the dust while I will dominate and ensure that you will treat me like your own and only god, Dumbledore thought to himself. Severus will learn that my word is his law and he will either submit to me freely or suffer for his defiance. Either way I will break and mould him into my perfect little slave. As he continued to plot his vile plans in his mind, Dumbledore cackled with malice. You will not escape me, my sweet boy. Oh, I am going to enjoy claiming you and ensuring that you will never know any true happiness.
You will learn to fear me and to try your utmost to satisfy me, unless you want to face my wrath. Bathroom control will be the first task on your new list. You will never be allowed to relieve yourself on your own and even better, you will not even be allowed to touch your dick without my permission. It will be so sweet to have you at my mercy while you learn to submit to me completely, Severus. The insane man smirked as he drew the duvet over his naked body and closed his eyes. He would have very good dreams this night, of how he would dominate a certain young boy, before he could make those dreams come true.
Unbeknownst to Dumbledore, Lord Prince had already taken steps to ensure that nothing bad would happen to the muggle relatives of his future son-in-law. He himself did not have any positive feelings about muggles but he was still more moderate in his feelings toward them when compared to his younger half-brother Mathias. But this was not so surprising when Mathias' best friend and his betrothed had been killed by a mob of Muggles during the ambush on Michael Collins on the 22nd of August in 1922 – since this time, had Mathias never forgiven them.
But Lord Prince was extremely loyal to the family and would do anything to protect them, even if he had to sacrifice his own life for it. Lord Prince had already decided that his next heir would be protected and raised by Mathias, should it be necessary. Mathias may be a strict and unyielding dark wizard, but he had a good heart and would ensure that his heir wouldn't be led astray.
Following Mathias' advice, the Riddles had been replaced by lifelike copies and they had been granted a potion regime and new identities after they had been moved to Indonesia. Tom Riddle, Sr. had already been called to the war and fought abroad for the British Army with modified memories. Neither Lord Prince nor his brother had hidden their disgust at him letting his unborn son pay for the crimes of his mother. He had married Merope and sired a child, even though he was under the influence of love potions. It would have been his duty to take care of both wife and child. He certainly had the money to ensure that they had been taken care of, and the marriage had been legally confirmed in front of a British official in London Whitechapel.
Lord Prince had recovered evidence that Riddle, Sr. had left his baby son in an orphanage in London, and that he paid a hefty sum to ensure the demise of the baby boy in the winter of 1926. Lord Prince showed Riddle, Sr.'s parents the evidence and they had been embarrassed and mortified at the ruthlessness and horrible actions of their son. The matron of Wool's Orphanage had taken the money and instead of killing the healthy boy, simply changed his clothes with a sickly boy, who had been infected with the Spanish Influenza eight years ago and had not survived the week. She sent a telegram to the father notifying him of the sad news that little Tommy had died at the flu—the dead boy had shared the same first name with Tom Riddle Jr. - as his Irish mother had named him after her own father, before she succumbed to the flu.
Lord Prince would never understand them, nor did he really want to understand anyone who would be willing to accept money to let anybody in their care die. His only goal was to protect his family and this would he do, while at the same time he planned his revenge. A smirk was soon visible on Lord Prince's face. There was a reason why no one wanted to be on the bad side of any member of his family. They were known for not only their ancestry but for holding long grudges. Dumbledore didn't know which family he had made enemies of when he had started his private crusade against Tom Riddle, Jr. But he and his minions would learn, oh they would learn this lesson very painfully. Mathias would enjoy enforcing their personal brand of justice on any miscreants who believed that they could dominate a Prince.
The fates had decided, and a war was brewing. Tom Marvolo Riddle was at the centre of it, as were the Princes, who wouldn't be willing to forgive any slight against their family. And Tom Marvolo Riddle had already sworn on his blood and magic that he would personally kill anyone who would dare try to harm his family.