AN: I do not own Harry Potter... Wish I did, though. Reviews are welcome and appreciated.
'Thinking'
"Speaking"
"Parssseltongue"
'Reading'
"Spells"
"The twins are speaking together."
:Memories:
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Lust Spells and Secrets
Chapter One: An Old Bumblebee's Mistake and Hateful Friends
There was fighting everywhere and Harry barely managed to duck under a barrage of spells aimed his direction before launching a counterattack, stunning and disarming multiple Death Eaters. He was in the middle of another fight when his scar lit up with pain and he ducked just in time to avoid the stunner aimed right for his head, before knocking that Death Eater unconscious. Taking a look around at the battle, he caught sight of Voldemort hiding in the shadows a few feet away, watching him and obviously waiting for him to have finished his fight with the other Death Eater. "Good afternoon, Potter," he chuckles stepping from the shadows, wand drawn and Harry lifted his wand, taking a few steps back so that Voldemort wasn't so close. "I assumed Dumbledore would've been here to help about now." This was said while looking around at the disaster area Hogsmeade had become and Harry glanced around to see if the Light Leader had arrived yet. "But, considering he's not here, I guess we could have a bit of fun."
Harry shielded as a scarlet light left the tip of Voldemort's wand and the snake-man smirked as chains leapt from the ground below Harry's feet, wrapping around him and impeding his movements. Vodemort began walking towards him as he tried to wriggle loose of the chains and growled softly when his shield disappeared. "Harry, Harry, Harry, you should be more observant," Voldemort laughs as he came to a stop in front of Harry, looking down at him with furious, red eyes. "Crucio," he hisses and Harry screams as pain flooded his body, feeling like every one of his nerve endings had been lit on fire.
Watching Harry scream, Voldemort felt outward with his magic to search out Dumbledore and smirked when he still hadn't arrived yet. Ending the spell, he let the boy take a small break so he could breathe and watched as Harry trembled, trying to get free of the chains that were now holding him up and whimpering when it hurt to move. "Dumbledore," he breathes as his glazed, green eyes moved from left to right, searching for the old man.
"Sorry, little one, seems he isn't too concerned about you, yet," Voldemort snickers before restarting the spell and listening to the boy scream at the top of his lungs, writhing in the chains as pain ripped through his body.
Voldemort smirked as he felt a familiar magic move over the battlefield, cancelling the spell on Harry as he turned to see Dumbledore running through the many battles towards him and Harry. Stepping behind Harry, he watched Dumbledore approach before wrapping an arm around the chained teen's waist and pulling him back against his chest. "Let him go, Tom," Dumbledore orders and Voldemort raises a non-existing eyebrow before flicking his wand. Harry began screaming again, writhing against Voldemort's chest as Dumbledore's face paled in fear.
"How long do you think it'll take for him to break, Albus?" Voldemort laughs tightening his arm around Harry's waist as the boy jerked with the force of the pain. "He's already been under three times, counting this and all three were for longer than a few minutes. How long till he goes as batty as Bellatrix, or maybe, I should break him fully, put him in a room next to the Longbottom's." As he spoke, he cancelled the spell again and smirked when Harry slumped back against his chest, breathing fast as his green eyes became dull and listless, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. "Or let him bleed to death because the idiot boy bites his tongue off?"
Albus' face hardens and a calculating look enters his twinkling, blue eyes as Voldemort smirks, silently healing the injury inside the boy's mouth, not wanting him to die too soon. "What do you want, Tom?" the old man asks and the snake's smirk gets wider as he pushes the tip of his wand against Harry's ribs, reigniting the spell. Harry's screams echo across the battlefield and some of the fights stop so they can watch what's going on. Albus shot a spell at both Harry and Voldemort, knowing it was a bad idea but unable to take any more of the screams of the pathetic boy in Voldemort's arms.
Voldemort felt a rather strange, tingling sensation go up and down his spine as the spell hit both him and Harry, cancelling the spell when a sudden wave of heat wracked his body. Glaring red eyes rose to meet the Headmaster's cold, blue ones and he growled, "What have you done?"
At the blank look Dumbledore was giving him, he snarled, tightened his arm around the boy-who-lived and disapparated, smirking at the surprise that flitted through the old man's eyes. Arriving in his bedroom at Slytherin Castle, he groaned as the chained teen in his arms moaned, red staining his cheeks as his glazed green eyes looked at him over the boy's shoulder and he felt Harry shiver against his chest. Voldemort cocked his head to the side, removing the chains from him with a thought and watching as the boy fell down to his knees, muscles still seizing from being under the Cruciatus several times for longer than ten minutes for each session. Heat wracked his body and Voldemort shifted, feeling uneasy as he tried to figure out the spell the old man had hit them with, as it couldn't have been harmful since it made it through the shield he'd put up the second the old man had shown himself. Harry whimpered, falling the rest of the way to the floor and curling into himself as he started panting, his cheeks still pink from the blush a couple seconds ago. 'Oh no,' Voldemort's mind came to a screeching halt as he replayed what had happened in his head before he took account of how the spell was affecting him and, obviously, Harry. 'He hit us with a Lust Spell.'
"W-what i-i-is go-going o-on?" Harry stutters, drawing Voldemort's attention back to him and another wave of heat nearly dropped him to his knees as Harry moans, a shiver that had nothing to do with the after-effects of the curse moving though his body.
Voldemort pulled down his glamour and bent down, picking Harry up and depositing him on the bed before walking into his bathroom and grabbing two potion vials off the counter, one of Dreamless Sleep and the other a potion to counteract the effects of the Cruciatus curse. Walking back into the room, he raised an eyebrow at the boy curled into a ball in the middle of his bed, shaking and whimpering before a particularly painful-looking muscle seizure caused him to snap out of his fetal position and arch off the bed, as a small scream was ripped from his throat. "Shh, little one," he murmurs popping the cork out of the counter potion and lifted his head up so he could pour it into the boy's mouth. Harry swallowed the potion, not even worrying about what it would do to him and stared up at Voldemort, who looked a lot like an older Tom Riddle, with glazed-over green eyes. Waiting a few minutes, Voldemort watched as the muscle spasms began to ease up and he uncorked the other vial, pouring only enough for Harry to sleep for a couple of hours so he could figure out which Lust Spell Dumbledore had hit them with without interruption from the teenager.
"Now, where to start?" he breathes as he watches the teen fall into sleep, feeling the intensity of the spell Dumbledore cast lower, he no longer felt the desire to take the teen and took a deep breath, standing up from the bed. Summoning all the books with references to any Lust Spells, he took a seat at the desk over by the window and had the books stack themselves in front of him. A couple of the books didn't have enough information or all of the spells and he immediately sent those back to the library or the bookshelf in his room, wherever they'd come from. He'd been researching for almost two hours before he found what he deduced was the spell the bumblebee had used.
'Desiderare-A spell to make two people desire each other. Can only be broken by completion of the spells purpose, if one of the persons involved is hurt or unable to participate, the spell will go into a sleep-like state until the injured party is able; this spell will only wear off after multiple rounds of completion, even more if one of the affected parties is a virgin. The effects are worse for the submissive partner than the dominant. Should one of the persons involved die while the spell is still in effect, it will continue to effect the remaining person, slowly driving them mad with grief...'
Voldemort snapped the book closed, "Trust Dumbledore to use an illegal spell to make sure I don't try to kill the boy," he growls sending the books on their way back to their places and stood, looking out the window. Turning his attention to the teen lying in his bed, he rubbed his forehead as he felt a headache coming on and walked over to the bed, shucking off his robes as he moved. He pulled his boots off as he sat on the edge of the bed before getting up and walking around to Harry's side of the bed, intent on making the teen more comfortable. The teen's too-big trainers ended up thrown across the room as he peeled the school robes off of him and took his glasses off his face, setting them on the nightstand beside the bed.
Studying the teen, he took in the second-hand clothes that had obviously been shrunk down to fit him and the too-thin body underneath the clothes that were still too big for him. The boy rolled onto his stomach and the shirt rolled up, revealing criss-crossing scars all over the sliver of skin that was revealed. "What..." he breathes lifting the shirt a little more before removing it altogether, feeling the look of utter disbelief on his face and took a deep breath to keep from being sick. There wasn't a clear space on the boy's back and he rolled the boy onto his side to see where the stray scars that wrapped around ended, only to stop when he saw the word 'freak' carved into the boy's chest, right below his collarbone on the left side. 'What is this? Everyone in the Wizarding World believes Harry is a spoiled rotten, pampered prince when he's with his relatives. How could everyone be so wrong?' His thoughts turned to the fact that the boy was at Hogwarts for ten months out of the year and half of the time was in the Hospital Wing so how did no one know about this. 'They have to know, the boy wouldn't have been able to hide this when he was in his earlier years of Hogwarts.' Just the thought of someone knowing about this and not doing anything about it made him angry and caused his magic to slowly start filling the air. Harry moaned, his face scrunching up with pain as his arm lifted up to cover his forehead, reminding Voldemort that his presence normally hurt the teen. 'He was fine before this, why is he suddenly hurting now?'
Shaking his head, Voldemort moved away from the bed and left the room, heading towards the throne room where he could sense his followers arriving. When he entered the room, all conversation ended as his people turned towards the door and he raised an eyebrow when he saw the bound and gagged prisoners some had brought along. Releasing four of the prisoners, he chuckled at his followers as all they did was straighten up and watch him expectantly before he turned to the still-bound prisoner. 'The girl Weasley, I wonder what her brother's would do if I decided to kill her here and now?' he wonders looking to the four Weasley boys standing with the rest of his followers before turning back to the girl. 'Hmm, well that would be helping the boy in the long-run, do I really want to do that, knowing what was planned after the boy 'defeats' me?' As he was thinking, the girl glared up at him with tears streaming down her face before turning to her brothers. "What are the four of you doing, standing there like idiots, help get me out of here," she screeches and Voldemort winces at the loud noise. "Fred, George?" When the twins made no move to help her, she turned her attention to the other two. "Charlie?" The second eldest stared at her like she wasn't there before looking away from her. Her eyes went to the eldest, "Bill?" she whimpers and the eldest sneers, folding his arms over his chest as he stares at her.
"We've got nothing to say to you, little sister," the twins growl glaring at the girl still kneeling on the floor in front of Rookwood. "After all, you're not even our sister."
Her face went blank for a couple of seconds before she smirked, "Oh, figured it out, did you?" she snickers and Charlie's gaze snapped back to her, blue eyes turning black with his rage as black markings began crawling over his skin.
"You knew?" he snarls revealing bestial fangs as he moved to take a step towards her and Bill grabbed his arm, keeping him from murdering her.
Voldemort smirked, realizing that they wouldn't care what he did to her and moved to pull his wand when Bella stepped forward. "My Lord?" she murmurs bowing her head and Voldemort paused, glancing at her.
"Yes, Bella?" he asks and she lifted her head up.
"Can I torture her for information, she may know something useful," she breathes and Voldemort glanced at the girl whose face had gone pale, fear filling her eyes.
Voldemort studied the girl for a couple more minutes before nodding. "If she knows nothing, kill her immediately," he orders and Bella nods levitating the bound girl behind as she left the room. Feeling the tug of the spell, warning him that Harry was waking up and he dismissed everyone but the Weasley boys, Lucius and Severus. They all moved closer to him as he took a seat in his throne-like chair and rubbed his forehead before turning his attention to the group still in the room. "Dumbledore cast a Lust Spell on myself and Potter."
Surprise flit over all their features. "Which one?" Lucius asks going through all the information he had on all those kinds of spells.
"Desiderare," he answers and Severus sighs running a hand through his hair. "He was too injured from the Cruciatus for the spell to have much of an effect on him so I put him to sleep after feeding him the counter-potion to the Cruciatus."
Bill coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at his brothers. "So when he wakes up?" he asks looking at Voldemort with blank eyes.
"I'm going to complete the spell and send the idiot boy on his way with one of you," he answers and Bill looks away. "What do you think I should do?"
The twins snickered, whispering to each other before loking up at him. "You should probably try to explain what happened afterwards," they say and he shrugged, rubbing his forehead as the tugging sensation came again. "Or have someone do it for you, like the person you're sending him back with."
"I nominate Severus for that, by the way, he won't have to deal with people asking how the heck he rescued him," Charlie growls crossing his arms over his chest.
Lucius snickered and Severus growled at him, elbowing him in the side. "I..." he starts and Voldemort looks at him. "Fine, I'll take the boy back to the school and explain what happened."
Voldemort nodded, standing up from his seat and gave them all permission to leave, except Severus. "He should be waking up soon," he murmurs before leaving the throne room and heading back to his bedroom.
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Harry flew up into a sitting position as he awoke and looked around the room, unable to recognize where he was. The room he was in was huge and richly-decorated, so definitely not the school and then he remembered Voldemort apparating them away from the battle. "Why am I still alive?" he breathes before a wave of heat hit him and he moaned, falling back onto the bed, writhing as his skin became unbearably sensitive. "Oh, Gods," he moans shifting on the bed to press the palm of one of his hands to the erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans. His touch just seemed to make the heat worse and he groaned, rolling onto his stomach as he kicked off his jeans and boxers. "What's wrong with me?"
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Voldemort paused just outside his bedroom door, listening for any indication that the teen inside was awake when he heard a choked-off groan and pushed open the door quietly. What he saw caused him to pause in the doorway for a second before stepping into the room and closing the door quietly behind him. Harry lay naked in the center of the bed on his stomach under the sheet, breathing hard and face flushed, hands fisted in the sheets underneath him as he shivered. A wave of heat came over him and he started undressing silently, watching the trembling body on the bed as he let out a moan of distress. Voldemort could only guess that he'd tried to deal with his problem himself, causing his half of the spell to go haywire and making the heat turn into flames that couldn't be quenched except by the touch of the other half of the spell.
"Oh Gods, it hurts," Harry whines and Voldemort, having finished divesting himself of his clothes, slowly climbed up onto the bed between Harry's legs. Leaning his head down, he licked from the small of Harry's back, up his spine to kiss the back of his neck and was surprised when the boy arched into tbe touch. "Mmm," he moans and Voldemort smirks, nipping at his earlobe before kissing the side of his neck, running his fingertips up Harry's side.
Teasing along the teen's back some more, he tried to ignore the scars as concentrating on them would make him angry and he didn't want to scare Harry by making him think he was mad. "Harry," he breathes into the teen's ear, unsurprised when the teen froze and he smirked, licking the shell of Harry's ear before nipping at his neck.
"What's going on?" Harry breathes as another wave of heat wracked his body and he arched into Voldemort's chest, a moan leaving his lips.
Voldemort grasped Harry's hips to keep him still and to keep him from causing them both to get lost in the spell, knowing that it could end with him hurting Harry when he didn't want to. "Dumbledore hit the two of us with a Lust Spell," he murmurs as his limbs began to twitch from holding back the effects of the spell.
Harry made a noise between a growl and a moan, dropping himself down onto the bed as his hands tightened around the sheets under him. "Why the bloody hell would he do that?" he growls and Voldemort chuckles.
"Wish I knew, next time you see him maybe you should ask him," he breathes leaning his head down on Harry's back, trying to control how fast the spell made them move and was doing a good job of it until the teen arched off the bed, letting out a drawn-out whine as his skin became burning hot under his hands.
The teen beneath him writhed up against his chest, hands scrabbling over the bed and keening. "Please, make it stop, I don't care what it takes, just please make it stop," he whines and Voldemort stared down at the back of Harry's neck before flipping the teen over onto his back.
Harry stared up at Voldemort with clouded, green eyes and reached a hand up to tangle in his curly-brown hair as those red eyes looked him over before he pulled Voldemort's head down, pressing his lips to the others. The kiss started out soft as they tried to map out each other's mouths but quickly became more passionate the longer it lasted. Voldemort pulled away to breathe in much-needed oxygen and stared down at Harry's blushing face before leaning in to plant soft kisses down the teen's neck, nipping at his collarbones. Earning an appreciative moan from Harry, he continued his quest down to one of the teen's pebbled-nipples and gave a swift lick before nipping softly, turning to give the other the same treatment. "Shh, Harry," he breathes sliding farther down the bed as he kissed down Harry's chest and stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel. Running his hands up and down the teen's thighs as he slowly pushed them apart, settling his shoulders between them.
Lost in the pleasurable feelings coursing through him at the moment, Harry moaned as Voldemort settled between his legs and ran his tongue over his hip bones before kissing the inside of his left thigh. He froze when he felt a sudden emptiness inside before a yelp of surprised pleasure coursed through him as something warm and wet engulfed his member. Glancing down, he whimpered and felt his body want to thrust up into the warmth of the man's mouth but he kept control of it, forcing his hips to remain motionless. Harry almost started crying when Voldemort pulled off of him and kissed his stomach, nipping at his side. "Don't be afraid to move, Harry," he murmurs against Harry's thigh before taking him back into his mouth and thinking a quick lubrication spell to cover his fingers as he began massaging Harry's entrance.
Having heard what Voldemort said, Harry relaxed back into the bed and gave an experimental, rock of his hips, groaning when Voldemort's finger pushed into him. "Oh," he sighs, hips twitching as he tried to become used to the alien-feeling of something pushing into him and untangling one of his hands from the sheets to tangle in the hair at the back of Voldemort's head. Voldemort smirked around his mouthful and slowly pressed a second finger into Harry alongside the first. "Ah," he cries out trying to pull away and Voldemort's other hand holds him in place as he lifted off Harry's cock, sliding up his body to devour his lips.
"Sshh, Harry, relax," he hisses in his ear as he kisses down the teen's neck as he moved his fingers inside him, stretching the tight muscle in preparation.
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It was late the next morning before Harry woke with a whimper when he moved, wanting nothing more than to curl back up into the warmth of the bed and go back to sleep. "My back and assss hurtsss, you basstard," he hisses groggily before opening his eyes to see the white curtains of the Hospital Wimg and felt a little prickle of sadness at how alome he felt waking by himself this time. "How the bloody hell?" Then he remembered that Voldemort had woken him early this morning, made him get dressed and handed him off to Snape, who returned him to Hogwarts. He also remembered telling everyone to piss off and let him sleep once Pomfrey had gotten him settled into the Hospital Wing. He heard movement outside the curtains around him and closed his eyes while slowimg his breathing to look like he was sleeping.
"The freak's not awake yet?" a hissed whisper from outside the curtains and Hary had to contain his reaction to the fact that it was Ronald's voice.
"No, he isn't," Hermione whispers back and Harry, as surprised as he was, was happy he'd pretended to be asleep. "Remember Ronald, he won't remember what spell Dumbledore used or that he slept with the Dark Lord and we have to still pretend to be his friends to get paid. Can't let the little idiot know we don't like him and think he's disgusting."
"Yeah, yeah, Hermione," Ron growls as they move closer and Harry has to fight to keep the revulsion from his face. "When do you think the little slut will wake up?"
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A month later, Harry was sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express by himself after having lost Hermione and Ron back at the Hogsmeade station, using as much of his magical power to lock and ward the door so they couldn't get in. Over the past month, he'd noticed a lot more about the two of them and how they acted around him, noticing that they purposely kept the others of their house and the friends he had in the other ones away from him. :Harry was sleeping on the couch in the common room after waking up,from a nightmare about Vernon and Dudley, when he awoke to the sounds of two people speaking to each other, not even bothering to be quiet. "Where is that idiotic, little, attention-seeking brat?" a voice snarled and Harry was able to identify it as Ron's. Glad he'd chosen the shadowed couch in one of the alcoves away from the fire.
"Calm down, Ron, he couldn't have gone far," Hermione growls and Harry turned his head, cracking his eyes open to see the two of them stomp towards the portrait opening. "He obviously is overreacting to one of his nightmares."
As the two of them disappeared out the portrait hole, Harry sneered pulling the blanket he'd brought down with him closer around him and curling back up on the couch. "Idiots," he breathes waving his hand towards the curtains of the alcove and smiling when they closed by themselves, blocking out the light from the fireplace. Curling into his pillow, he smiled as memories of his night with Voldemort rose in his mind and fell back to sleep.:
Harry shifted in his seat, as the memory of the last month he'd had to deal with moved through his head and he crossed his arms over his chest, staring out the window at the passing view. :"Where do you keep disappearing to, Harry?" Hermione asks at breakfast the Wednesday after he got back and causing Harry to glance up at her from his plate of eggs, bacon and toast. "Ron and I are starting to get worried."
"I'm fine, just can't sleep so I've been wandering around the school," he answers before going back to eating his breakfast and soom as he was done, he got up and left. "I'm going to the library," he calls over his shoulder.": He'd spent the rest of that day hiding out in the darkest parts of the library, away from anywhere Hermione or Ron would think to look and, at one point, he hid up on top of one of the shelves under a disillusionment spell.
Harry sneered, "I've spent the last month avoiding the two people that should've been my friends, only for me to figure out that they've been paid to be my friends." Growling, he slid down to lay on the seat and staring up at the ceiling of his compartment. "If that wasn't enough, now I have to return to the Dursley's and deal with them for two months, this is so bloody stupid."
