Compulsion

Chapter 11

So…another really long chapter.

All of Sixth year.

Hmm. Well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form.

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Harry was never more grateful for summer. He could be in his lover's arms again. He had gotten better since the Ministry and Sirius' death. He still had to go to the Dursley's but only for a few hours. He said his goodbyes to Hermione and Ron. When he got back to the house he put his stuff in his room and waited till he was called to cook their supper. Grinning he grabbed a vial of potion from his trunk and stuck it into his pocket. It was the same compulsion potion Voldemort had used on him. It would allow him to leave; making the Dursley's think he's still there and lie should someone ask about him. At least until they leave. Adding it to the food his gave it to them and left to his room. Grabbing his trunk he held the portkey and landed back into the entry hall of the dusty manor.

He smiled and called a house-elf to take his trunk to his room. Running up the stairs he made his way into the office were Voldemort no doubt was. He grinned and knocked on the door and hopped his way inside when he heard the call to enter.

"Honey, I'm home."

Voldemort raised his brow and glared. "Never call me that again."

"Aw, you ruin all my fun." Harry walked over and sat on the desk, leaning down he kissed his lover.

"I'm sure."

Harry laughed and shimmied down onto his lover's lap. Leaning back he watched as Voldemort continued working; he closed his eyes and welcomed the calm and contented silence in his love's presence.

"Do you want to talk about what happened? Lucius informed me that your godfather had shown up."

Harry sighed. There went the morning. "No, not really." He looked down at the arm around his waist. "I encountered Hermione in the common room. I walked past her and made it seem like I had a nightmare. I started muttering about the Ministry and ran. She followed me and when she lost me she must have went to Dumbledore. How Sirius came in I don't know. We got there and got the prophecy, smashed it. Which by the way, felt freeing and we started to leave when he came in. I told them to leave and we had words, dueled and I killed him. End of story."

Voldemort sighed inwardly. He knew this affected him worse than he was letting on but he wasn't about to push it. "Alright. Come, let's eat."

Harry nodded, thankful his lover didn't push him. He didn't want to talk about, it's done and he accepted it. Wrapping his arm around Voldemort's, the two headed down for supper together.

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It was already a month into summer when Voldemort came to him with the topic of Horcruxes.

"Do you know what a Horcrux is?"

Harry looked up from his book. "A what?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "A way of immortality. By splitting the soul and placing them into items."

"No, I don't know. Why?"

"I've made one, well, several."

"You've split your soul?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Six."

"Hmmm."

"What 'hmmm'?"

"Nothing. So you're immortal?"

"In a way. There is a ritual that will give me a new body. That's why the cup in the Tournament was a portkey. I needed your blood for it. While you were unconscious, Wormtail took some of your blood to raise me."

"So that's where the cut on my arm came from. What's the point of this?"

"I want you to make one."

Harry's eyes widened. "You…want me to make one?"

"Yes. If I am going to live for a long time and you are going to be there."

"If that didn't sound like a demand that would have been sweet."

Voldemort glared at his lover. Harry smiled.

He sighed. "If you want me to make one I will, but once I read a bit more. I'm not about to split my soul and not know anything about it."

"Fine, that's acceptable."

Harry nodded and went back to reading his book.

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Harry did in fact read about it and was very skeptical. It sounded like a painful process and very evil. He was on the dark side yes, but to this degree he didn't know. But, to be with Voldemort forever was beyond appealing. Was it worth it though?

He sighed from his spot on their bed. Voldemort was getting ready for a meeting later that day and didn't want to be disturbed, so Harry kept himself inside their room. Looking across from him, he stared at the books sitting there. He glanced over at his lover's side of the bed and bit his bottom lip. To be able to see him wake up for hundreds of years to come? Would definitely be worth the price. Nodding to himself he stood and looked around the room. He would need something to hold the piece of his soul. He started rummaging through his lover's dresser before grinning when he found the perfect thing.

"I'll tell him after the meeting." Harry nodded to himself before he got dressed.

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A few hours later after the meeting had ended; he dragged Voldemort down to the dungeon like basement.

"What are we doing here?"

Harry stopped and turned to his lover and smiled. "I decided to make a Horcrux."

Voldemort stared for a moment. "You did?"

"Yes. I figured if it meant I could be with you for hundreds of years, it's worth the price. As sappy as it sounds."

"Alright. I am assuming you dragged me down here so you can create it now?"

"Yes and I have the perfect person to use."

"Who?"

"My uncle. I had a house-elf bring him." His 'family' was supposed to be on vacation for the summer. No one would notice till Harry was back at Hogwarts anyway, other than Petunia and Dudley. Though, he wasn't all that concerned about them.

Voldemort looked at his surprised. His uncle? He knew what the man had done, Harry had told him during his first summer here but he was surprised the boy wanted to kill his own uncle. Then, he did kill his godfather. He smirked. "Fine. I get to curse him before you create it. Do you have what you want to use?"

Harry nodded and reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple platinum ring with a single line engraved around it. His lover grabbed it and looked at it with a sneer.

"You stole this from my dresser."

Harry grinned. "I did."

"Why?"

"Can I not use it?"

"You can if you must but why this?"

The boy shrugged. "It's yours and there was nothing else that seemed appropriate."

Voldemort sighed but gave the ring back. It didn't hold any real meaning to him anymore, if his lover wanted to use it then fine. He hadn't seen it since he was a teenager anyway.

"Let's get this over with, I have things I need to do."

Harry pouted. "Hey, you're the one who asked me to do this, I don't have to you know."

His lover ignored him and went to where Vernon was kept. The man's face was red and purple with rage when he saw Harry skip up to door.

"You! I knew you freaks would be up to this!"

Voldemort glared. "Crucio." He spoke in a deceptively calm voice. Harry enjoyed the screams of his uncle.

He had done as his lover had told him as he created the Horcrux and held him through any pain. When it was all over he felt different. Any guilt he had been feeling was gone and a few other things he couldn't place. He looked at his uncle's dead body and felt nothing but satisfaction. He took the ring that hummed with his magic and soul and placed it on a chain he would wear around his neck. Getting gone of the house-elves to dispose of the body, the two lovers left.

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The summer went by quickly, his birthday was wonderful. Voldemort had taken him to Paris for the day. It was beautiful. The rest of the time he had attended meetings and Voldemort had taught him Occlumency. Which went surprisingly well when he had the right teacher, Snape didn't fair to well when Voldemort had hear of the few lessons he had done with Harry. That and just before summer, he and Umbridge had a rather interesting meeting. Let's just say when Voldemort heard about it, she won't be a bother to anyone anymore.

Once again the dreaded time of school had arrived again. Voldemort had said his goodbyes in the entry hall like last year and Harry took his portkey to the Dursley's. Petunia had sneered upon seeing him.

"I know Vernon's disappearance has something to do with you and those other freaks!"

Harry smirked. "Maybe, but you have no way to prove it and who would believe you anyway?"

She glared at him and dropped him off at King's Cross, refusing to get out. He boy could get there fine himself, she didn't want to be anywhere near the boy. She just knew he had something to do with her husband's sudden disappearance.

Harry grinned and took out his trunk and headed towards the platform and onto the train. This was going to be a dull year. Voldemort didn't have any real plans, other than his assignment to Draco. Harry wasn't allowed to help so he was stuck with nothing to do this year unless that bumbling idiot Dumbledore had something. Though, he had to talk to Hermione. Ron was a lost cause, they had barely spoken all of last year but he had to talk to her. This could be his last chance to convince her because Seventh year was going to have big plans.

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It's a good thing Voldemort had already told him about Horcruxes. Dumbledore did have something planned. It was a waste, of course he didn't know that but the only thing good that came out of it was he now knew Voldemort had been a cute kid. Harry snickered at that. Dumbledore insisted on having these meeting to learn about Voldemort. It's just a shame he knew most of the stuff he was shown. Nothing much had happened for a while, he had checked up on Draco a few times. They still weren't the best of friends but didn't set out to annoy each other. He still had his talks with Hermione, but was slowly loosing hope. She was just too stubborn. Though, he had seen the Weasley twins in Hogsmeade one weekend and had a talk with them. They're with him now. At least he had some familiar faces with him.

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Slowly, Christmas had come again. It had been a boring year and he couldn't wait to see his lover again. At least, if everything goes according to plan, this should be the last time he would be away from his like this before Christmas. They had many things planned for his Seventh year and it did not matter him if he didn't get to finish Hogwarts. He still hadn't planned on what he wanted to do after the war but if his lover was the Dark Lord, graduating isn't on the list of necessities.

He stumbled into the entry hall of the dusty manor and went into the dining hall. He was later than normal, just in time for breakfast. Walking inside he smiled when he saw Voldemort sitting there reading the Daily Prophet. Sitting down in his normal seat he looked down and spotted a small black box sitting where his plate should be. Confused, he looked up at his lover, who had yet to acknowledge his presence.

"Hey, what's this?"

Voldemort pulled the corner of the paper down and looked at his young lover. "A box."

Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. Picking up the box he shook, frowning when he didn't hear anything shifting inside. "What's inside? Christmas isn't for another few days."

"Then open it."

Shaking the box once more he finally opened it. He stared. No. It's beautiful but no. It couldn't. He wouldn't. Inside the box was a gorgeous silver ring, with six alternating amethyst and sapphire square gems. It was an engagement ring. No other ring would be this fancy. Voldemort…was proposing? Harry breath shuddered as he pulled the ring from the box.

"What's this?" His voice trembled and he looked at his lover.

"A ring."

"I see that but…why?"

Voldemort sighed and folded his paper; turning to his lover he smirked. "You are to be my consort and a future consort to a Dark Lord needs a ring fitting someone of his stature."

"C-Consort?"

"Yes. Did you think you would have simply been my estranged lover for the rest of our lives?"

Harry didn't know what to think. Voldemort had all but proposed him, in his own way, still with the same meaning. He looked at his lover, who had gone back to his paper and looked back at the ring. Marry Voldemort and become a consort? At least he wasn't going to be called a queen. Harry smiled and put the ring on the appropriate finger and bit his lip to hide a silly grin and giggle when in resized to fit him.

"You know, that would have been sweet if it didn't sound like a demand." Harry grinned when red eyes glared at him. He didn't care if Voldemort didn't do the whole getting on one knee and asking 'will you marry me'. No, this was much more him and that was more than enough for Harry.

He looked down and the ring and smiled before a plate of breakfast appeared in front of him. This was already shaping out to be a wonderful Christmas.

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He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. In fact he hated it. He didn't want to go inside that cave and get the necklace. He hated being a part of this. Getting his lovers Horcrux and Dumbledore making him do it. He felt horribly guilty. He hadn't been able to tell his lover they were getting it. He felt like he was betraying Voldemort. He kept his face blank from Dumbledore, silently cursing him to Hell and back. The whole place felt eerie as they moved across the lake on the boat. He stared down at the water, he thought he should feel nervous as he passed the murky shadows under the boat all he could do was stare, fascinated. He had been told of this cave by his lover during their talks of Horcruxes so he knew what was here. The eerie feeling passed as the landed the boat on a small island and he saw where the necklace lay.

The only good thing about this trip was feeding the poison to Dumbledore, which he took great glee in doing. The worst was finding the Horcrux. He could feel his lover's soul and magic in the locket. While Dumbledore was out of it, he took the necklace and placed it around his neck and tucked it under his shirt.

Avoiding the water, he, as much as he would have liked to push the old coot into the Inferi infested water, he got back into the boat and made his way back to Hogwarts.

"Madame Pomfrey!"

Grumbling, the witch shuffled inside and gasped when she saw the ragged form of the Headmaster. Bustling over, she moved him onto a bed and closed the curtains.

"Mr. Potter! What in Merlin's name happened?"

Harry went on in an edited version of what happened, when she left he, while Dumbledore's mind was still weak with poison, modified his memory to fit what he had told. Including a fabricated part of destroying the necklace.

Later that week, the Headmaster was released from the Hospital Wing. Most of the poison had been flushed out but he was still weak. Harry had a large grin plastered on his face when he made it to the dusty manor. He felt no remorse or sadness upon looking at Hogwarts for what would be the last time.

Soon, everything would come together.

Harry smiled.

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Crappy and I apologize for that.