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Voldemort stroked Harry's cheek softly. Harry had passed out a few minutes ago. He gently raised Harry's head up a bit and held the flask to his lips. Without resistance, Harry drank and swallowed. After vanishing the empty flask, Voldemort vanished his clothes and removed Harry's trousers. He kissed Harry's neck gently and straddled him.
Harry lay senseless on the bed. Voldemort decided that Harry didn't need to be awake for this. He trailed kisses down Harry's pale skin starting from his neck all the way down to his stomach. He admired Harry's lithe form and knew it was from years of Quidditch practice. His lips found Harry's and he kissed them tightly. He pushed his tongue inside Harry's mouth and swirled it around. A muffled, soft moan escaped Harry's lips and he began to stir. Voldemort held him in place and forced his tongue down deeper, pulling Harry's head closer to him by his hair. Harry began to gag and when he was nearly out of air, Voldemort pulled out his tongue and let him breathe.
Voldemort watched how Harry's chest rose and fell rapidly. He had half a mind to repeat that but decided against it. Harry's strenuous breathing was the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Voldemort looked at Harry's insentient form and spread his legs open. Another soft moan escaped Harry's lips as Voldemort began to knead his inner thighs. He wondered what would turn Harry on. Even now the boy wasn't getting any pleasure out of this. He put the matter in a far corner of his mind. He held Harry's leg up and began to rub his hardening member against Harry's exposed entrance. Harry's soft moaning turned into slurred protests. Harry's protests turned Voldemort on further and he began to slowly push into Harry.
The precum was smeared all over Harry's entrance. Voldemort started to push his stone hard erection against Harry's tight entrance and a cry escaped Harry's lips. Voldemort noticed the pained expression on Harry's pale face, which he had never seen before, since Harry had always laid face down when Voldemort had violated him before. He thrust again and when his cock finally penetrated through the tightness, Harry screamed in pain. Voldemort gripped Harry's hair tightly and pushed it in as far as it would go. Harry was struggling in his unconsciousness. Voldemort's grip tightened on Harry's legs and pulled out for the briefest of seconds before pushing back in.
Harry screamed louder than ever as Voldemort continued to push in and out of him. Voldemort forced his tongue inside Harry's mouth again, effectively muffling out his screams. It went on for minutes until Voldemort came inside him and released him. Harry's breathing was shallow as he lay senseless. Voldemort lay beside him and his hand moved to Harry's flawless, flat stomach. He stroked it gently and imagined what it would look like in a few months. He was disgusted by what he pictured. He reminded himself that it was necessary and pushed the image out of his mind.
He cleaned himself and Harry with a flick of his wand and kissed Harry on the head. Voldemort's eyes noticed Harry's hands clutching the covers loosely. He pulled them up and kissed them both and folded them on his stomach. He summoned a flask of orange potion and held it to Harry's lips and after Harry had drunk it, he vanished it and softly whispered,
"Just rest, Harry."
Voldemort turned down the lights in the room and after clothing himself left the room.
Harry woke up and opened his eyes to a room filled with bright sunlight. After sitting up straight, he stretched out his arms and looked around the room. His hands went to the back of his head and felt for an injury but found none. He remembered Voldemort's rage and he wondered what had caused it. When he could find no possible answer, he decided to leave the matter entirely.
He was just staring at the stacks of books still present on the side table when a wave of nausea gripped him. Harry jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. He barely managed to reach the sink when he threw up. His body was shivering uncontrollably. He washed his face and rinsed his mouth. His gaze found a toothbrush in a glass and he found his name carved into it. Harry brushed his teeth and looked up at his reflection in the mirror. His face was as white as a sheet and his cheek bones had somehow gotten more prominent. Harry moved a hand through his messy shoulder length hair and noticed that his eyes were dull. The spark was gone and Harry knew that his eyes finally no longer resembled his mother's.
Harry walked out of the bathroom feeling sick and distraught when he was greeted by Voldemort, seated in an armchair beside the bed,
"Good Morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?"
Harry picked up the towel and wiped his face with it,
"I slept fine."
Voldemort stood up and handed Harry a pair of black pants and a grey button up shirt,
"Get dressed, Harry. We shall be going out today."
Harry took the clothes and met Voldemort's gaze,
"Where are we going?"
Voldemort chuckled softly and patted Harry on the head,
"Just get dressed. I shall be waiting for you in the orchard."
Before Harry could ask any more questions, Voldemort strode out of the room. Harry put on the shirt and jeans and brushed his unruly locks or at least attempted to brush them. They more he brushed them, the messier they grew. Finally Harry gave up and walked out of the room.
The iron knights were already pointing the way to the orchard. Harry followed them and reached the entrance. He reluctantly walked out of the entrance and noticed a stone path in the grass. Harry followed the path and reached a white pavilion. As Harry walked close to it, he saw Voldemort seated on a chair inside the pavilion. Harry walked in and Voldemort's eyes scanned Harry from head to toe and licked his lips in approval. He signalled Harry to sit and Harry sat down. A plate of pancakes appeared in front of Harry. Harry looked at it and remembered the events of this morning and pushed it away,
"What is the matter, Harry."
Harry thought twice before answering the question,
"I…...um…I sort of vomited in the morning."
Harry saw something flash in Voldemort's eyes but it was gone as soon as it came and Harry thought he had imagined it. Voldemort vanished the plates and it was replaced by a plate of cucumber sandwiches,
"You must eat something, Harry."
Harry picked up one of the sandwiches and ate silently. Why was Voldemort acting so nice? Why was he acting so concerned?
"Harry, you are thinking too much. Just calm down."
Harry drew a deep breath and finished his sandwich. A glass of cold pumpkin juice appeared in front of Harry, he picked it up and sipped it,
"Where are we going?"
Voldemort laughed again,
"As persistent as always, Harry. We are going shopping today."
Harry was taken off guard with that answer,
"What?"
Voldemort's smirk confirmed that Harry had heard right.
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