Summary: How does Harry react when he finds out the truth behind all of Dumbledore's secrets from Voldemort? Simple... he plots to kill them both.
Warnings: SLASH - Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort
Also to those who live where it's illegal: Harry is only 16 in this story.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They are the property of J.K. Rowling and lots of other rich people.
Author Note: This story is completely written and will be posted by chapters. I don't have a beta reader or Brit picker, so if anyone would like to volunteer I'd be grateful for the help.
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" regular speech "
Italics is telepathic talking between Harry & Voldemort
Bold is Parseltongue
Chapter 25
Saturday Afternoon
"Ah, Harry, my boy. You have returned rather soon today. Is there a problem?" Dumbledore asked when he stepped into the old man's office as soon as the door opened. Dumbledore and Snape were the only two in the office for a change and he closed the door behind him before he walked up to the old man's desk.
"No problem for me, but I'm sure Professor Snape is going to have one in a few minutes," he smiled widely setting his Horcrux hunting bag on the chair he usually sat in and pulled off his dragonhide gloves. Snape raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned even more opening his bag. "I seem to remember a bet we started just after Christmas," he said pulling the last Horcrux box from his bag. "What was it again? Or I remember now," he grinned and set the box down in Dumbledore's desk in front of the old man. "If I didn't find and retrieve the chalice, bracelet, and locket before the end of term then I had to clean and pack away your entire classroom by myself," he said, reached forward, and opened the box. "But if I did you'd give me an O in the next assignment in potions."
"Bloody hell," Snape groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"And as promised, I don't have a scratch on me this time," he grinned. Snape groaned again and Dumbledore's twinkled in amusement.
"Now, now, Severus, a bet is a bet after all," the old man said picking up his wand and circling the locket in the box with his wand. "And the amount of dark magic contained within Salazar's locket most assuredly means that Harry has indeed kept his part of the bargain. Well done, my boy. Well done," the old man said happily.
"You purposely waited until now to bring that here as the only assignment left in Potions is the final exam," Snape snorted.
"Yes and no," he sniggered. "Yes, I probably could've gotten it when I went out Wednesday, but it was already late and there were some tricky wards and two curses attached to the stone shelf it was on. Since I'd already sat classes half the day and I really didn't want to end up cursed again, I left the wards and just dismantled the curses before I came back. Today I just had to go back and deactivate the wards, which were a bitch by the way. Voldemort is a sadistic arse and he's got a hell of a lot of faith in his Death Eaters risking their arses to get these things just to bring him back if he died to have that much magic guarding them."
"Then it was best that you did wait, though I will pretend I know nothing of a wager between a student and one of my professor whereby a students receives a grade they did not in fact earn," Dumbledore smiled.
"Probably end up with an O on the exam anyway if I could get a night and day to myself to study now that all the Horcruxes that I can get to are in your hands," he replied.
Your manipulation of that old fool knows no bounds, Harry, Voldemort said in his mind, but he didn't reply. He knew he really had to focus on what he was saying to get this plan to work and he really wanted it to work. Dumbledore knew where he was going, too, because the old man sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"Harry-"
"Please," he said softly, seriously. "I need some time to myself to clear my head, Professor. The last ten months of my life have been ninety-five percent about getting my hands on all three of the jewelry Horcruxes. I'm still doing well in my classes because I made sure I did so that you couldn't say that going after them was interfering with my studies, but I'm burned out," he sighed putting both hands flat on the edge of the old man's desk.
"I know you are, my boy, but you are asking me to allow you to sleep away from the safety of the castle for the night," Dumbledore said gravely.
"I know, but only you and Professor Snape will know where I am. With the three house elves I bought from the Ministry there are usually candles lit at my house at all hours of the night so no one seeing lights from Hogsmeade will even think twice about it," he said looking down and then at the old man again. "You've gave me your trust in that I'd watch out for myself and stay safe while I went to get the Horcruxes and I appreciate that, professor. All I'm asking is that you trust me that I can stay at my house for one night to clear my head. The next two weeks are all going to be about my studies and final exams. After that, it's a month of being at the Dursleys where I'm not going to be able to stop thinking about how close my birthday is and we all know Voldemort is going to show up at the Dursleys the second the protection charms end. I'm asking that for one night you let me go putter around my new home and not have to think about any of that. Give me one night to find some peace." Dumbledore sighed again and then looked at Snape before looking back at him.
"Very well," Dumbledore said and he cracked a wide smile. "I will allow you to do so on the condition that you allow me to escort you to the wards to ensure they have not be tampered with."
Take the passageway.
"Can you do that from the passageway? It'll keep anyone from even seeing me go there," he said.
"Yes, that should not be a problem, though I am surprised you have agreed so easily to my condition," Dumbledore replied standing up.
"I agreed to let you walk with me there, not to let you inside," he smiled and Dumbledore looked at him over the tops of his glasses. "It's nowhere near ready for me not to be completely embarrassed by having visitors, sir," he sniggered and Dumbledore cracked a small smile.
"Very well, my boy. You may go pack a bag of things for yourself for the evening, including your schoolbooks, and I shall meet you at the covered bridge shortly."
He nodded with another smile and left Dumbledore's office. Within twenty minutes he was leaving Gryffindor Tower again with his schoolbag laced with clothes along the bottom and his books on top. He had that bag over one shoulder and his Horcrux hunting bag over the other when he topped off the ensemble his invisibility cloak and snuck out of Gryffindor Tower. Dumbledore was already on the bridge when he arrived talking to a few students. He waited until the old man made an excuse of heading off to speak with Hagrid and fell into step behind the old man all the way across the bridge and grounds. At the Whomping Willow, Dumbledore stopped and turned towards the tree. He only opened his cloak enough to toss a rock he'd picked up along the way at the stump before following Dumbledore down into the tree's interior to the passageway. His cloak was tucked back into his Horcrux hunting bag along the way while Dumbledore made small talk. At the edge of the wards, Dumbledore looked up at the underside of the trap door in the ceiling at the top of the ladder and then at him again.
"There is a very large part of me that wishes to return you to the castle knowing that you will not allow me entrance inside your home," the old man said and then looked at him. "I will not, however, as I hope to one day repair the tatters our relationship has become." He didn't reply because nothing he said would help him get inside his home and the old man away from it. "I know this shall seem as hollow as the base of the Whomping Willow, my boy, but I do apologize for alienating you. That was never my desire. Whilst you have said that you no longer wish to be a member of the Order, myself and many others do consider you as such." He looked down and then at the old man again. Dumbledore gave him a soft smile and then motioned with his head towards the ladder. "Go on, my boy. Rest and revise for your final exams. Whilst Severus my hold true to your wager rest assured that I will take notice should your mark on your potions exam not match the knowledge put forth into completing it."
"See you tomorrow, sir," he sniggered.
Dumbledore inclined his head and he climbed up the ladder, deactivated the wards, and climbed through. Looking down at the old man through the hole in the floor, he reactivated the wards so Dumbledore would see the glow of them. It wasn't until then that the old man turned and headed back down the passageway. He closed and locked the floorboard before turning with a snort. The old man was right about one thing. That half arsed apology was hollow.
Two hours later Dumbledore and Hogwarts as a whole were completely forgotten as he stood in the empty attic of the Slytherin house that Voldemort has claimed as his. Bella squealed tapping her feet walking up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight hug. He laughed along with those watching returning the hug. He'd been quiet when he'd arrived in Voldemort's chambers and had sat down at the table and studied for over an hour. Then Voldemort summoned his book from him and told Bella to take him upstairs so he could work off the bad mood Dumbledore had put him in. Battling Bella alone turned into the Death Eaters taking turns casting hexes and curses at him to counter. That a good half of them weren't even in his DADA book went unsaid by him as he just laughed and mock battled them. And the whole time, Voldemort had been standing back watching, instructing him in his head on how better to defend against their attacks and counter with offensive moves of his own.
"Oh, my Lord, you must let us play with him more often," Bella said. "We've almost completely stomped out the Gryffindor in him."
"Apparently given that he is here for the entire night," Lucius said. "I still don't know how you managed that one with Dumbledore, Potter."
"That's because if it hadn't been for your prat being an arse on the train on the way to Hogwarts before I was sorted I would've been a Slytherin," he sniggered, wiping the sweat from his face in the sleeve of his robe.
"Get out of here!" Bella said pulling back and slapping his chest. "You little liar."
"No, he is not lying," Voldemort smiled. "He was still young, naïve, and untainted at the time when Draco's harsh words of the Weasleys being worthless turned Harry away from any desire to be in our exalted house. He asked the Sorting Hat not to place him in Slytherin, which is why he was sorted to our rival house instead. It is yet another thing I shall one day speak to your son about, Lucius."
"Oh, nice to know you're thinking about another sixteen year old with me here," he replied making everyone laugh and Voldemort turn that amused stare on him.
"Careful, Harry, before you get hurt," Dolohov said.
"Depends on what he was doing that hurt me on whether or not I'd mind him getting rough with me."
The Death Eaters cracked up and even Voldemort laughed stepping forward and pulling his wand. He grinned backing up as every other Death Eater moved away against the walls grinning, too. The next half hour was the hardest dueling class he'd ever had in his life. He was cursed three times, and though Voldemort immediately removed the curses each time he was hit, he was sore and tired laying on his back when Voldemort stepped over to him and held a hand out to him.
"You're so full of it, Harry," Bella laughed. "You weren't even trying to hit him."
"I'm his lover, not his fighter anymore," he replied cracking up the Death Eaters again as Voldemort helped him to his feet. As soon as he was standing, Voldemort tilted his head back to make sure his scar wasn't bleeding from the duel and then ran a diagnostic scan on him to make sure he was all right.
"Go and shower," Voldemort said. "Dinner shall be served in less than an hour."
"Yes, my Lord," he replied with a wink before heading downstairs.
When his shower was over, he headed down to the dining room where everyone was already gathered after seeing that Voldemort's chambers were empty. Honestly, it was one of the best dinners he could remember recently, conversation flowing as much as the wine while they all ate and some of the Death Eater recounted stories of their escapades that amused him now where only a year ago he'd have been horrified by them. And whenever he saw Voldemort watching his reactions, he just smiled at the man before turning back to his plate and the conversation going on around him.
Finally, night fell and Voldemort sent three Death Eaters out on patrols and another two on assignments before telling no one to disturb them or he'd be allowed to feed them to Nagini. He just laughed and followed the man upstairs to Voldemort's chambers. He was starting to think of it more and more as being their chambers. Not that he'd ever say that even with him standing at the foot of the bed pulling off his t-shirt and jeans to change for bed. When he pulled a pair of pajama bottoms from his bag, he laughed when the pajamas, his bag, and his boxers vanished from his hands. Turning around and seeing Voldemort walking up the step towards him pulling off his outer robe, he sat down on the bed and scooted up it until his head was on a pillow and Voldemort was over him.
"Soon enough you shall lie nowhere else," Voldemort said leaning into him more.
"Can't wait," he replied lifting his head to meet the man's mouth halfway. After months of getting used to it, a forked tongue rather than a firm thick one grinding against his meant nothing to him. It really didn't when Voldemort slid a hand up his bare thigh and squeezed his hip, the man's thumbs pressing into the juncture whether pelvis meet leg. He touched, too, lifting his hand between them to unbutton the man's shirt. Once it was open, he touched more gliding his hands up and down smooth skin.
"Ah, I have taught you the pleasures of physical contact well," Voldemort said tilting his head back to get at his throat.
"You've taught me a lot of things well," he replied quietly.
"All for my own benefit, Harry," Voldemort chuckled.
"Sorry, but from where I'm lying I'm benefiting quite a bit, too," he replied.
He did. He'd benefited so much since Voldemort had sent him that first book. He'd gained the truth of why he'd survived that night as an infant. He'd gained the knowledge of countless books and personal instruction. He'd gained his freedom from Dumbledore's orders and the Order as a whole. He used them to his advantage now, not the other way around. He'd gained insight into why so many things had happened to him in his life. He'd gained a group of people who didn't just say they were protecting him, they really were. And all of that he'd gained because the man over him moving their mouths back together had given it all to him instead of just taking every ounce of strength he had by making him find out things on his own that they should have told him long ago. He'd gained it all because Voldemort, the evil, sadistic Dark Lord who was only capable of murder and mayhem, cared enough about keeping him alive that Voldemort gave him everything he needed to do it. And because of all that, he'd fallen in love with the one man in the world that he was never supposed to.
Voldemort broke the kiss pulling back and looked down at him as that thought went through his mind. For a moment, Voldemort just stared down at him, but then the man cracked a smile. He smiled back lifting his head and kissed the man again deeply, showing that he meant what he wouldn't say out loud, what neither of them would probably ever say out loud. That didn't matter, though. Actions spoke louder than words and he knew without them. Voldemort pulled back again and reached for the nightstand for a vial of polyjuice when he had that thought, but he pulled the man's arm back. Voldemort looked at him for doing it, but he just shook his head.
"Only if you want to indulge yourself," he whispered, "because I'm yours and I don't care what you look like anymore," he added seriously.
They were the last words he spoke. As viciously as Voldemort used to attack him with curses was the same viciousness the man attacked his body with. The rest of Voldemort clothes came off as the kisses and touches became even more purposeful. Soon enough he was moaning his pleasure with his head tilted back and long fingers working inside him. And just when he was ready to crumble under the onslaught, the fingers were removed, a spell was cast on him to keep him from coming that Voldemort had used on him once before to prolong both their pleasure, and the man claimed his body once again as the man had claimed everything else from him. He didn't mind at all.
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