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Mistress Slytherin

WARNINGS:

VIOLENCE

LANGUAGE

HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP

QUESTIONABLE MORALS

Not for the eyes of the young!

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Chapter 21

Harry was amazed by how different Voldemort's dueling style was from the man he'd face before, almost as though they were completely different people. This man had grace and finesse; he had power and confidence to back it up. The moment the duel started Harry's heart stopped. He knew he was going to lose, they both did, they were simply dancing, just as the man had said. Harry was free to give the duel his all, everything that he'd held back for so long pouring from him spell after spell turn after spin after leap after jump and duck. His shoulder took a blow but he didn't notice, he was having fun. There was a charge between them an electrical current that zapped and burned them when they touched leaving the hair on the backs of their arms standing on end.

"Beautiful." The man murmured as Harry narrowly spun away from a cleverly hidden attack.

"Silent spells- oh you brute!" Harry panted his eyes a blaze with passion and fire. He felt alive. He hadn't felt this good for so long but it was burning and coursing through him like fine liquor. He managed to land a blow on the dark lord's arm before his own let out a vicious crack and splintered under the force of a silent blow. Harry spun away and backtracked long enough to heal his arm relying on his ability to dodge quickly and using a spell to create a temporary shield out of the destroyed bits of the platform. With his arm healed he rushed back into battle causing the dark lord to laugh delightedly at Harry's vicious attack. As they fought their spells began to grow darker and darker filling the room with a dark taint and the smell of roses increased and became nearly intoxicating. Harry gasped suddenly to realize that he was being cheated.

"Beautiful aren't they?" The dark lord said smirking slyly.

"I know every flora and fauna known to man kind Riddle." Harry said gazing around him as the dark veins began to creep across the walls. In his distraction the dark lord attacked. Harry didn't have a chance, he never did but especially now. The dark lord bodily crashed into him pinning him to the platform. The effect was immediate. Harry's eyes widened and he arched in absolute pleasure. The dark lord let out a low sound unable to hide his own reaction.

"Swear to me that you will be mine and only mine!" The dark lord growled. Harry felt himself choking. Those roses weren't human, but what were they? "Swear it!" The dark lord hissed. Harry arched and whimpered under the impressive will. Magic moved around and through them like a conduit, he couldn't think, couldn't breathe-

"I am yours!" Harry gasped with wide terrified eyes. What had he done? What had he just said? He could feel the bindings, the darkness rising and surrounding him.

"I will never betray you." The dark lord swore in return. Harry felt his heart stop at the honesty in those words in that vow, and he knew that whatever was happening was binding them to their vows. Harry felt the fight fall away from him, he relaxed completely under the mans' hold. Somehow he knew what was required of him now; as if magic its self was urging him on.

"I kneel willingly before you." Harry said softly. Harry gasped as the roses burst into flames all around the room causing death eaters to scramble away from the walls. The flames didn't scorch the walls though, instead they burned something inside of him burned and cajoled as he arched from the sensation of it.

"Mine." The dark lord hissed softly. Harry trembled where he lay.

"What have you done?" He breathed. He had never, never felt so trapped in his life. Red eyes turned and gazed at him lazily.

"You must have known that you were far too powerful to be simply left alone. I couldn't have you turning to Dumbledore either; I've merely smoothed the pathway for us." He said as though discussing the weather. Harry stared at the man in horror.

"You have already betrayed me." He whispered feeling nauseous. The dark lord frowned his gaze darkening suddenly as if only just noticing the state he was in. "What you just did, it was worse than rape." Harry whispered true tears gathering in his eyes. "Worse than any pain I've ever been dealt." He hadn't wept in a very long time, but he couldn't hide them now. He turned his head to the side. "May I leave now my lord?" He whispered. The dark lord climbed to his feet and drew Harry up with him hands firmly wrapped around Harry's wrists.

"No, no I expected anger!" The man said in confusion. "Why are you this way?" He said his hand coming up to cup Harry's cheek. Harry couldn't help but flinch. "Do not fear me!" The dark lord hissed. Harry was tempted, very tempted to hiss back at him, but he couldn't there would be no point to it. "You are not broken, you cannot be, the spell ensured that you would be mine but why do you gaze at me so? Why? You are meant to love me! It is the only way! The bond is the only way to ensure that you love me only then- only then!" The dark lord stepped back suddenly his eyes flickering in thought.

Only then…?

Harry wondered what that meant, but he was so tired so very exhausted.

"Go, rest I will meet with you in a few days." The dark lord said then this time in English. Harry swayed when the man released him and gasped when firm cool hands caught his shoulders. Severus was white his lips drawn into a thin bloodless line as he supported Harry's weight. Harry realized only then how much Severus had grown over the summer, but the thought was whisked away before it could settle.

"Hadrian?" Severus said softly sounding frightened. Harry leaned against him and pulled out his portkey. He turned and met red eyes as he whispered the activation word.

"Trust." Harry said before they were being tugged away leaving the dark lord behind.

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"Severus…" Madam Prince glanced up at her son worriedly before her eyes darted towards the third room in their cozy apartment. "He hasn't left that room for a week." She said softly. Severus, who was pouring over a particular text he was assigned to read only nodded his lips turning downwards into a frown. "Severus?" She pleaded. He looked up at her and his gaze shifted becoming darker and sadder.

"The dark lord did something to him, I don't know what it was but…well you've seen him! He's like a ghost!" He said frustrated.

"Or like a machine, I poked my head in there earlier to tell him I'd be going out and he didn't even look up, his quarters are covered with books and parchment, I couldn't even step through the door way because there was a pile of scrolls right there waist high!" She shook her head and sipped her tea idly.

"He's a grown man mum; he can handle himself I suppose." Severus said with a helpless shrug.

"And where did you get to thinking like that?" His mother scowled. "No man no matter how grown is without the need of a bull headed friend from time to time." She said standing. Severus felt his jaw drop.

"Mother…" He said hesitantly as she straightened her skirts. "Mother I know he has been kind to us but I've seen him duel he is a very, very powerful wizard, you can't simply-" His words followed her down the hallway and Severus slipped his eyes closed when he heard the door to Hadrian's room click open.

Hadrian didn't even notice she'd arrived; he was quite literally knee deep in parchment and books shuffling around the room with quills tucked up in his hair and dark circles under his eyes. His skin was pale and smudged with ink of every color.

"Right then, some organization first I suppose." Madam Prince said cutting through the silence of the room like a knife. She pulled out her wand and flicked it at the parchment watching as a handy spell made them stack slowly but surely along the walls. Dark green eyes flashed up in surprise and she was hurt to see how empty and hopeless they looked.

"What are you doing?" He said like a child cocking his head to the side.

"Helping you, you daft old fool." She said booking no argument. "Now how should I sort these?" She said with a proud lift of her chin.

Severus shook his head in amusement as he stood in the doorway. Hadrian had always had a weakness towards bossy women.

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It was two days later that Severus was minding the shop when the door chimed open, Severus wouldn't have noticed at all, he was deep in a complex formula that Hadrian had assigned him- but the power rolling through the shop was unmistakable. Severus' head snapped up and he couldn't help the anger that showed in his eyes.

"My lord." He said softly.

"Where is he?" The dark lord demanded sweeping through the shop.

"Up stairs trying to figure out just what it is you've done to him." Severus said calmly his voice a drawl. Red eyes flickered to him and the dark lord narrowed his eyes.

"I don't appreciate your tone boy; remember just who it was that left you in Hadrian's care to begin with." He said dangerously. Severus nodded slowly.

"Forgive me my lord I simply can't help but resent you right now, Hadrian Black has done so much for my mother and I and he takes so little for himself, yet what little joy he might have had was stolen from him that night at the dueling arena. I fear that your actions may have broken him." Severus said honestly.

"Ridiculous he's stronger than that." The dark lord said with a wave of his hand. Severus snorted and shook his head sadly.

"Should I guide you to his room? I doubt he would come out of it." He said idly.

"What do you mean?" The dark lord snapped.

"Why, only that he hasn't left his room since the night we returned from the duel." Severus said silkily. "My lord." He added as an afterthought. The dark lord's eyes flared with anger before he turned sharply and strode up the stairs. Severus sighed and rubbed his forehead. Had he pushed too hard? He was simply so angry, and he didn't know where to turn, he wasn't used to seeing Hadrian like this. Hadrian was undefeatable, unbreakable and capable of the most wondrous things; it was hard to see now that Hadrian was also just a man like any other, yet bearing more hurt than any other.

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Hadrian was cursing under his breath something that Madam Prince often found more amusing than offensive. The man worked without rest and it was only by her insistence that he ever ate anything at all. "A fool…a fool…" Hadrian whispered before bending over his desk and scribbling away. She rolled her eyes, how many times had she heard him say that? Glancing around the room she nearly winced. The piles of scrolls and parchment had been organized thanks to her but they still threatened to creep in on them and overwhelm them at any given moment. She'd spelled shelves onto the walls, all of which were full to the point that she'd at last given up and retrieved crates for the books that wouldn't fit-

The door to the room slammed open and she felt her pulse seize at the sight of the man standing in the doorway. Hadrian's gaze jerked up almost as though he'd been shocked from his work.

Harry met red eyes and felt anger and frustration curl in his belly. "My lord." He said with a sharp nod.

"What is this?" The man said staring around at the room before striding forward and snatching a quill from Harry's tangled hair. "What is this?" The man seethed.

"A quill my lord." Harry said simply. There was no warmth in his voice, there was nothing in his voice and that alone was enough to cause the dark lord to take a step back.

"You're furious with me." The man stated his eyes flickering left and right at the piles upon piles of books and scrolls and bits of parchments.

"If your intent was to leave me be for a week or two until I calmed down and accepted what you've done to me-" Hadrian sneered at the shocked look on the man's face. That was exactly what he'd been planning. "-then I'm afraid you failed miserably." Harry said his voice once again a void. The dark lord took a step closer and Hadrian took a step back.

"If I tell you what I've done you'll only hate me more." The dark lord reasoned.

"Most likely, however I will figure it out wither way even if I have to tear this world apart, and then I will destroy whatever it is you've bound us with." He said cold simmering rage found just under the surface.

"You can't this bond is permanent." The dark lord said immediately.

"Then I will destroy myself." Harry hissed with passion his eyes ablaze. The dark lord was struck speechless.

"You wouldn't…" He said softly. Hadrian rounded on him and stood at his full height a striking figure despite the quills sticking out from his hair and the ink smudged along his cheek.

"Care to try me?" He challenged. "I had very little reason to continue in this world to begin with, but I still had my skills, my live my freedom. Yet here you come and take that away from me, I have killed for that freedom. I have starved and bled and watched good men die for my freedom for my peace! And you come along and take it all away from me! For what? Another war! More men dieing more young boys forced to fight in a war that they have no place in, more cannon fodder! Bloody hell I let you blind me! I let you fill my head with thoughts of battle, let you kindle a darker deadlier side of me that should have remained silent and unmoved! I should have turned you away the very moment I recognized you for who you were-!" But the dark lord had apparently heard enough, seen enough. In an instant his taller broader form was slamming Harry against the bookcases along the wall and lips were claiming his sending molten lava through his veins.

"Do you feel this? How out of control this is?" The dark lord hissed against his mouth before shuddering and drawing him again into a longer deeper kiss. "I am the dark lord; do you think that I can afford such a weakness? Yet every time I saw you, heard your voice, heard your name whispered I was drawn to you to this!" He hissed. "I had to stop it Hadrian, if I hadn't then we both would have been destroyed by this!" Hadrian when lax in his arms as he devoured the younger sweeter mouth his hands steadying Hadrian as well as they could. Hadrian let out a broken sob unable to keep from pressing back against the man, unable to stop the lust and the need.

"What have you done to me?" Harry whispered brokenly.

"I have bound your soul to mine, I have made you mine, the only one who has claim to me- I have made you my consort." The dark lord purred his fingers tracing Harry's jaw slowly. Harry stared at the man with wide uncomprehending eyes.

Consort…

It wasn't possible.

The dark lord would never share his throne not with anyone!

and the dark lord shall mark him as his equal…

No…no that prophesy was void!

It couldn't be…

Yet even as Harry looked to the side where the dark lord's fingers were entwined with his he could see it, the inky tattoo of roses and thorns that wrapped around both of their wrists.

"You…" He was too shocked to say or do anything.

"A bit much for a first date I agree, but I couldn't let it continue, you are everything I can appreciate and respect in another, never in my life have I met someone that I am as drawn to as I am to you." The dark lord said relaxing his hold somewhat.

"What were those roses?" Harry breathed asking the only thing he could think to ask.

"I received the seed from a demon who owed me a favor; they would only have reacted if our souls were compatible." Harry felt a bit of hysterical laughter escape him.

"Compatible?" He repeated. Of course they were compatible; Harry had a bit of the man's soul inside of him! Harry closed his eyes and took deep soothing breaths. Jumping to another timeline hadn't even saved him from his fate.

"And it never occurred to you to simply ask me to marry you? You know like every other normal relationship?" Harry said leaning his head forward and resting it against the man's chest. He was so tired of fighting this, of running from it only to be drawn back into it. Great, he was the dark lord's consort…he didn't know what the devil to do with that but it was over and done with and he was pretty sure there was no getting out of it.

"Would you have agreed?" The dark lord asked knowingly. Harry pursed his lips.

"I would have thought that you were mad." He agreed. "I think you're mad anyway though so nothing changed." He said through his teeth.

"But now you can't say no." The dark lord pointed out nuzzling his cheek. Harry tried, he really tried not to lean into the touch, but he couldn't help it, the man felt amazing pressed up against him, as though they were a puzzle that simply wouldn't be complete unless they were like this, touching burning.

"I want to hate you." Harry said softly though without conviction.

"But you can't, I know I am the same." The man said softly. Harry huffed and sighed but the soothing feeling of safety and warmth that the dark lord gave off was just too much. Nothing could happen to him while in this man's arms. That was the feeling he got, for the first time in his life he felt completely and utterly safe and secure.

"This feels weird." Harry said softly. He felt the man's lips curl where they were pressed against his neck.

"Allow me to take you to dinner?" He said quietly. Harry snorted.

"A bit late for that isn't it?" He said though he couldn't keep his own arms from reaching up and wrapping around the man.

"What If I said please?" The man said pulling away slightly his eyes glittering slightly. Harry frowned and tapped the man's shoulders in thought.

"Just dinner? No tricks?" Harry said through narrowed eyes.

"Just dinner, no tricks." The dark lord said smirking. Harry knew that he'd left for a lot of loopholes, but then their relationship would never be a normal one. He sighed softly and nodded.

"Fine." He said huffing a bit. The dark lord smirked and lifted Harry's chin pressing a kiss to his lips that he supposed was intended to be chaste except that nothing between them was ever chaste. The kiss deepened and heated before the dark lord pulled away his lower lip bloodied from Harry's attentions. "You should keep that, I do like leaving my mark." Harry said licking his own swollen lips. The dark lord licked the blood away with a smirk.

"How uncouth." He said quirking an eyebrow. "I will return at seven, formal attire my pet." He said before reluctantly pulling away. Harry let out a sigh and winced as he was released; the man had slammed him against those book shelves so hard that he was sure to have bruises.

"Pet." Harry scoffed. "You wish." He said tugging at his robes. The man hummed and gave him a lingering look before turning sharply and striding from the room. Harry stood in the wreckage feeling very much the way he always did when Voldemort inevitably walked away triumphant. "Blast that man." He said seething.

"Feeling better mister Black?" Harry had completely forgotten about Madam Prince, but she was giving him an all too familiar look, one that had frequented Snape's expression when the man looked at him.

"Oh bugger off!" Harry said snatching the quills from his hair in annoyance. Madam Prince' laughter followed him all the way to the bathroom as he tried and failed to stride away with his dignity intact.

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