Okay, for all you poeple who skim read, this is a personal decision. I'm not putting up for adoption. I just don't like my mind wandering to rape and stuff like that. I've prayed about it and the decision is made. Okay.
Now from here on in reviews become VERY important. If you want to complain, do it on chapter 11 please, but from here on in I need you to tell me when I miss things out and what you think should happen next.(cause I don't know what happens next sometimes) Tell me when I forget to mention how the story got where it is or when you're confused. Help me fill in the blanks. I'm going to have to do these in different chapters because of work and stuff so... Here we go.
Don't own HP
Chapter... Whatever...
I'll put these bits in bold.
Meet Rold. He's a phycopathic paedophile Death Eater Person.
"Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?"
"Nothing," Boy mumbled sulkily.
"Aww, tell me what's the matter?" said the large Death Eater crouching down beside him.
"Nothing," he mumbled again.
"I'm sure it's not nothing," the man said reaching out to stroke his face. Boy frowned and stepped back, uncomfortable, but the man already had a tight grip on the his shoulder.
Harry suddenly fazed into his teenaged self and sneered.
"Sorry, I seem to be a bit out of your... Range," he spat.
The Death Eater bounced back from the suddenly change quickly.
"I don't really have a range, just special cases..."
"As long as it screams and it's helpless?" he spat. "Sorry to disappoint, again, but I'm not helpless," he said pushing past. "And I don't scream."
The Death Eater caught his wrist. "They all scream eventually... boy," he said with steady eyes. He smirked then let go, walking off. Harry took a shaky breath in and went to the meeting room. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything, and the Death Eaters had gotten used to ignoring his presence.
I'm sure there was more to this scene. Ah well.
On the off note...
Lucius was in prison at the end of the fifth book. He was here too. He has been recused/escaped from Azcaban.
Boy realises that he hasn't had a birthday yet and gets upset at Voldemort (aww!) so Voldemort gives him a slice of cake and a roller blades the next day. With a helmet. Gotta remember the oober protectiveness.
Boy still gets Harry into trouble and so on and so forth. Voldemort still tortures him in his torture room in attic and Harry and Bill are buddies. Rold continues to pop up in places.
***
"You should never sit."
Draco looked up at a boy his age wearing a mask approaching him. "It makes you look vulnerable."
He stopped infront of him and put his hand out, Draco grasped it. "You should also never look bored, otherwise... People will know that you won't be missed," he said pulling him up. "Always stand alert and ready."
The teenager eyed him up and down. "Understand?"
"Who are you -"
The masked boy was suddenly pressed right up against him, keeping their mouths apart with only a finger held up to Draco's lips. Draco felt his breath hitch in his throat.
"You don't get to talk," the boy whispered. He stepped back slowly.
"Pardon -"
"Sh," the boy dismissing his question, waving a hand. Draco felt his voice die magically in his throat.
The teen started to circle him slowly. "You'll be Lucius' boy, then. Unless there's someone else out there with those arrogant features," he said taking in Draco's face. Draco felt unnerved, not knowing who he was with, or what he should do.
"Got a bit of the Black in you too. You look a lot like your cousins."
He stopped. "Shame you never got to meet them..." he shook his head and grinned. "Anyway. Your Paw's inside, innit he?" he said shifting over to the door.
"Yes." Draco said finding his voice returned to him. "He and the Dark Lord are discussing..."
The boy raised his eyebrow in anticipation.
"Well?"
Draco stayed silent.
"If it's not important then..." he said smirking. Draco's eyes widened as he realized what he was about to do. The boy raised his leg and kicked the door wide open.
"Boy!" came an angry shout.
"Your stupid rules, don't yell at me," the boy grumbled coming into the room. Draco tentatively moved into the doorway.
"Time already?" he asked frowning.
"Not far off, but..." the boy shifted. "I'm injured."
Lucius gestured for Draco to enter the room and close the door. He came and stood near his father across the table from the Dark Lord and the boy.
The Dark Lord had maneuvered the boy to lean against the table and had taken off the boy's shirt. Draco stifled a gasp as he saw the raw red burns going across half his back, arm and probably front. There were cuts and bruises littering his back as well - some still bleeding.
The Dark Lord stepped up very close to the teenager - pressing his legs against the boy's lower body so he couldn't move away.
"What were you doing?" he asked, his voice was filled with anger.
The teenager looked away blatantly and didn't answer. Draco immediately feared for the boy and what would come.
The Dark Lord lifted one of his long slender fingers to the boy's cheek.
"Look at me when I address you," he said deathly quiet.
The teenager slowly allowed Voldemort to move his face round. The tension in the room escalated and Draco soon dared not breathe. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that perhaps the teenager shouldn't be allowed so close to the Dark Lord. Infact, there were standing particularly close. Touching. The Dark Lord was pressing himself against the boy. There seemed to be no boundary for the Dark Lord - he invaded the boy's personal space without even a second thought. A possession then perhaps...
"What were you doing?" he asked again.
"Boy wanted to see the dragons," he said quietly, pleading. "You know how we are, I didn't realize until -"
"Until you had to defend yourself against a deadly foe," he snarled. He grabbed the boy's shoulder to inspect it, the boy cried out and sagged. As if the only thing now holding him up was the applied pressure between the Dark Lord and the table.
The Dark Lord finished his assessment of the shoulder, he gripped the boy's waist. Definitely a possession then. The boy seemed uncomfortable, but not unused to how close the Dark Lord was.
"This goes further down," he said tapping the boy's waistband.
"No."
The whisper was ignored as the Dark Lord unbuckled the trousers and let them drop. "It goes all the way down you leg," he muttered. "Your capacity for pain is amazing."
"Sssessssasssse," the boy hissed out in an angry tone.
The Dark Lord gave a hissed response which seemed to shut the boy up.
There was a knock at the door.
"My Lord, it's Rold. I have a letter for you," he said through the door.
Lucius automatically grabbed Draco and brought him directly to his side before the man came in and started to approach Voldemort.
"Here it -"
Suddenly the boy snapped his fingers and pointed over the table. "Other side."
Rold seamlessly jumped over to the other side of the table where Lucius and Draco stood.
"Is, My Lord," he said handing over the letter. Voldemort immediately took it and read.
"What are you doing out?" Rold asked the teenager.
"What do you mean 'what am I doing out'?" the boy asked incredulously.
"I didn't think you fazed for another half hour. I expected to see little baby Boy."
"You know my shifts?"
The teenager had become tense and the question was small, in shock, in fear.
"Course I do, baby. I know almost all there is to know. I'm guessing you shifted because of an adrenaline rush? A dangerous situation?" he said softly, looking him directly in the eyes. "And with those burns... Were you looking at the dragons, Boy?"
"Stop it," he whispered. Rold gave a wicked smile to the teenager then focused on his Lord.
"Is that all, My Lord?"
"Yes," he said placing the letter on the table. Rold bowed and left smirking.
"Now, hold still," said the Dark Lord.
"He knows my shifts. He's been watching me - stalking me," he said quietly to Voldemort.
"He's no danger -"
"He's a psychopathic, sadistic, paedophile! Younger me's terrified of him, so much so, that I'm terrified of him. That's not normal," he said.
"This will be painful. Hold onto my arm. Brace yourself."
The boy took hold of Voldemort as he cast the spell.
Lucius jerked when he heard it. It was the fastest and most effective spell there was for burns. Also the most painful. It was for the face - or an area so small the pain would be brief, but for that big a space, for that amount of time... It would be like getting burnt all over again.
Soon the spell was over and the boy's screaming had stopped. He was now sobbing into the Dark Lord.
"Shhh," the Dark Lord comforted. He raised a hand, already cradling the boy with the other, and ran it down the boy's side. The boy shivered and shoved him off.
"Stop screwing with my head!" he screamed.
Voldemort's eyes flashed darkly and he flicked his wand. Lucius heaved a sigh.
"Silencing barrier," he said.
Harry let his anger take over and pushed past his pain. He immediately grabbed his trousers and pulled them back on.
"What do you mean?" asked Voldemort darkly.
"Acting like a father to Boy then making advances on me and implying things! You know it screws with my mind! My perceptions are all over the place as it is! I refuse to let you break me!"
"You... Refuse?"
Harry's brain caught up with his mouth too late and he felt invisible arms pull him in, gluing his arms to the wall. Harry started to struggle but Voldemort pressed himself over half his body and started whispering in his ear.
"I will play as many little games as I want," he said as his hand played around in Harry's hair. "Destroy as much as I want of your mind because of one simple fact," he leaned right into Harry's ear, his finger pressing on Harry's temple. "Your mind belongs to me."
Harry tried to control his breathing as the Dark Lord's hand trailed down his face, tracing the outline of his mouth. "Your lips..."
His hand moved down Harry's neck until his hand was spread over his left breast.
"Your heart..."
The hand became a finger traveled to the center of his torso.
"Your magic..."
His finger trailed down to Harry's waistband, over his penis and gripped his upper thigh.
"Your virginity..." Harry winced and turned his face away. "They are all mine. They all belong to me. And I will have it if I want."
He reached up and grabbed Harry face. "Look at me." Harry lifted his eyes. "Say it," he hissed.
"They belong to you," he choked out, nearing tears, sick to his stomach.
"What does, boy?"
Harry took a deep shuddering breath.
"Me. I belong to you."
Voldemort smirked and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Good boy, good boy," he murmured, patting him on the cheek and stepping back. The magic keeping Harry attached to the wall dissolved and he could breath easily again, slumping to the floor.
Voldemort took down the silencing barrier and smiled.
"I assume you and yours are staying for dinner. We still have some things to discuss and it is getting to be quite late," he said tossing the shirt on the table backwards to Harry.
"Thank you for your generosity, My Lord," Lucius said slowly. "We'd be happy to accept."
Harry shoved on the shirt and stood against the wall. Voldemort smiled at Lucius and clapped his hands. The table was immediately set for four, with Voldemort at the top and the teenagers nearer the bottom. They all took their seats and food soon arrived.
Draco observed the boy as he took a drink. He was rather attractive he supposed. Dark curlyish hair, blue eyes. Then again he could have been hideous underneath that mask of his.
"So what's your name, anyway?" Draco asked trying to spark a conversation.
"Boy."
"Boy?" Draco asked with skepticism.
"That's what he picked."
Draco shook his head.
"I'm Draco."
"I know," Boy replied. "I don't talk to people unless I know exactly who they are."
"Smart move. How did you know me?"
"Your father talks about you," he said shrugging.
"What does he say?" Draco asked slightly intrigued.
"That you're a fine gentleman, blah blah. I don't really listen."
There was a small silence.
"Are there really dragons downstairs?" Draco asked quietly. Boy grinned and nodded.
"They're amazing and beautiful. Oh you should see them. They're huge! And fierce as well!" he gushed suddenly. His eyes seemed to light up - and then he changed. It looked so unnatural. And a child sat in his place.
"There was this green one with huge spikes coming down its spine! And another one which was so dark it was nearly black! It was small but it was real quick and I think it was the scariest! Another one was red and orange and yellow and gold! Like a fiery rainbow, it looked so cool! The flames that came from that one were spectacular..."
Draco listened to the boy talk about all the dragons - demonstrating how they moved with his food and cutlery as the situation demanded. Draco slowly found himself becoming attached to him. He was so cute! But uh... He was cute in a, um, manly and un-feminine way. Eventually Boy exhausted the subject of dragons, so Draco started to talk about what he knew, and also about the four dragons he had seen in his fourth year.
Draco and baby Boy bond. All very cute.
***
Harry sat outside against the wall beside the door. He stared out into the forest, imagining it burning, order members and aurors storming the manor, him running, keeping running, never stopping, never even looking back -
"Hey," came a soft voice, interrupted his fantasies.
"Draco," Harry said hoarsely. He automatically coughed, his very own voice irritating his throat, after being ripped to shreads, with the screaming he had done last night.
"Can I join you?"
"Sure," he rasped, shifting over slightly for him. Draco slid down next to him.
"How are you?"
"Sore."
"How come?"
"Having a madman torture you will do that to a person."
"W - why?" Draco asked paling slightly.
"I spat in his face. He... Got angry."
Draco hummed in understanding and then silence fell between them.
"How come you're here so much?" Harry asked suddenly.
"I come to see my father. He's on the run so he can't come home really. I visit whenever I can without the school noticing. Certain weekends can be spent in the village, so I use the floo to go home, then here and have dinner with him. Sometimes my mother is here aswell."
Harry nodded his head. So the school was open.
"Doesn't anyone ever notice, or ask?"
"I tell Severus whenever I plan to come here. No one else really cares enough to notice."
"Perhaps they know, and simply let you."
Draco snorted. "Unlikely."
"From what I've heard about Dumbledore, it sounds just about mad enough for him to do."
Draco smirked. "Perhaps." Draco shivered slightly. "Lets get inside. They'll probably have finished by now."
Harry and Draco stood up and made their way inside.
"I wonder what it's like."
"What?"
"Being at Hogwart's."
"It's like being at home."
Harry smiled sadly. "I don't have a home. Not anymore."
"What..." Draco hesitated. "What really went down? Between your parents and Voldemort or whatever?" he asked in a hushed conspiratorial tone. Harry chuckled darkly.
"Maybe one day I'll tell you, Draco. But not today."
And Draco and elder Boy bond. All very cute.
