Heeeey everyone! :D

I am back with a new story, cannot believe it myself haha.

I know some of you might have read my other (unfinished...I know, shame on me) story, Taming Tony. I wrote Taming Tony when I was totally into NCIS and when I was in college, like literally 8 years ago, and then real life happened (job, marriage etc.), and I got disconnected to the story. I would like to finish it at some point, it was only supposed to have 5 chapters anyways, and I still have the outline for it. I wanted to explain that to you for one reason: I am not going to leave this story unfinished as well, I know as a reader that that sucks really bad and I am writing chapter 10 (yep, 10!) of this story right now, so it is pretty much done already. I am aiming for between 12 and 15 chapters I think.

Soo...a few warnings/ announcements about this story:

1. There will be spanking/ cp of a minor (mostly of Voldemort lol)

2. There will be a lot of cursing (later on)

3. There will be some angst, some dark stuff, and probably some slash- Gryffindor is not very nice (to say it midly...) to Tom at first, their relationship will develop into a father/ son one with some hurt/ comfort eventually, but in the beginning it's more of a...discipline relationship, hence the spanking warning.

4. There will be one scene with attempt of sexual abuse of a minor, I will put the warning for that in the chapter. It's either chapter 5 or 6 I think.

5. There will probably be some grammar and spelling and vocabulary errors, English is not my first language. I apologize in advance!

Just wanted to put that on top, so everyone knows what to expect.

Now, about the story, it is set in Harry's 4th year, but the Lord is back already, Cedric is alive, and the whole Triwizard Tournament never happened and Remus still teaches Defense, not Moody. At this point, Voldemort is winning the war, and is ruling over the Ministry. Main focus is the father/ son relationship between Godric Gryffindor and Tom Riddle (Voldemort) and between Snape and Harry aaaand a third pair, which I won't reveal now, cause it would kinda spoil the first chapter.

Gryffindor and Tom won't meet until chapter 3, first real spanking (more of a beating I guess...) won't be until chapter 4. That's just a heads up.

Also, thoughts and emphasis on sth are in italics, big emphasis and screams are in bold.

If you like it, please leave me a little (or big) review! ;)

"Please…pl…ease… ", the man started sobbing, "I did not…I am so…sorry…please, Mylord…it will never happen again, I swear!"

Voldemort smiled, his red eyes were glowing with fury, "you are right about one thing, Thompson- it will never happen again. Crucio!"

Thompson started to scream, he fell to the ground, his body struggling in agony, but Voldemort did not stop, instead, he repeated the curse, "Crucio!"

The screams turned into howls, blood splashing from the tortured body on the ground, and still- he did not stop.

The Death Eaters were watching silently, paling, as Voldemort repeated the Cruciatus curse again- which was rare, he usually stopped after two times- and Thompson was shrieking now, his face covered in blood, he had bitten his tongue, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and Narcissa Malfoy was the first to close her eyes.

"You will NOT disobey your Master!", Voldemort hissed, "Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!"

"Pl…plea…", more blood, as Thompson was desperately trying to beg, he was in so much pain that he could not control himself anymore, and he barely recognized that he had wet his pants.

Finally, he became unconscious- the pain stopped, everything stopped, just darkness, just nothing- and he hoped, he was dead.

"Get him out of here!", Voldemort ordered, and Pettigrew immediately scrambled to obey, grabbing the tortured man and dragging him to the door, leaving a trail of blood.

"Now, let´s get back to our meeting, shall we?", he did not expect an answer, of course not, he only expected obedience- and unsurprisingly, the Death Eaters hurried to go back to their positions for the meeting, no one dared to even breath loudly after what they just had witnessed.

"I need another spy", Voldemort declared, his voice sounded bored, "Thompson was obviously a disappointment- and I need to know if Potter and the mudbloods are dumb enough to plan another of their pitiful protests", his red eyes scanned the Death Eaters, a cruel smile on his lips, he knew that no one wanted the job, which made picking someone even more fun!

"Severus- you will do it."

Snape bowed his head, "as you wish, Mylord", his voice was flat and emotionless, only someone who knew him very well could tell that he was feeling quite satisfied at being chosen.

"Go back to Hogwarts and make sure those protests are silenced before they start", Voldemort licked his dry lips, "and keep an eye on that hag McGonagall- she is becoming very inconvenient lately. I think she will be next."

Snape bowed his head again, "I will not disappoint you, Mylord."

Voldemort merely snorted, "we will see, Severus. The meeting is over", he turned around, not bothering to reply to any of the goodbyes of his Death Eaters.

He needed a drink.

"Wormtail!"

"My…mylord?", he was panting, Thompson had been heavy, and since he was not allowed to use magic, it had taken forever to drag the man down to the dungeons.

"A cognac, now!"

"Yes, Mylord", Pettigrew ran to the bar, his hands were shaking as he poured the drink, he was always terrified of being too slow, "your…cognac, M…mylord", he offered him a glass.

Voldemort took the glass without thanking his servant, "how are my little prisoners down there?", he asked, "do they miss me?"

Pettigrew forced a laugh, "ehm…they are still alive, Mylord", he answered hesitantly, "but…"

"But?", Voldemort stared at him impatiently, "what is the matter, Wormtail?"

"Some of them are in a…bad shape", Peter began nervously, "the Weasley girl, the house-elf, and the teacher are…well…"

Voldemort took another sip of his drink, "I do not care what shape they are in as long as they are alive- we need them to lure Potter and his disgusting little army here", another sip, "go get me another drink, Wormtail and then get lost- I have work to do."

"Yes, Mylord."

He finished his cognac and tossed the empty glass on the floor where it shattered to pieces, not bothering about the bare footed house-elves who came running to clean his mess, and who suffered silently when they stepped in one of the glass pieces. After all, this happened multiple times in a day, they were used to stepping on broken glass by now, and most of them had deep cuts on their feet which healed slowly.

"I am going to be in the library", Voldemort announced to no one in particular, and left the huge room where he held the Death Eater meetings.

The manor he occupied was enormous- at least 30 rooms filled with antiques, a gigantic park with a lake, a vegetable garden…it was a good life.

The previous owners of this place had dared to fight back when he and some of the Death Eaters broke into the manor several months ago- and consequently were the first to be incarcerated in the dungeons he had built in the basement.

By now, the dungeons were almost full- but he would not be satisfied until he had Potter.

He walked into the library, his favorite room of the manor. The library held about a thousand books, some older than Hogwarts, and he secretly enjoyed spending time going through the books in here, even though he would never admit that to anyone.

He passed a mirror on the wall and examined himself, his snake like features, the red eyes, the bald head- and grinned. It was the perfect image to scare even a Lucius Malfoy into submission, but unfortunately, that was all it was- an image.

He waved his hand, and the picture in the mirror changed.

Now, a teenager with curly dark brown hair, brown eyes and high cheek bones was staring back at him, looking exactly like the boy Harry and Ginny had met in the chamber of secrets years before.

He hated his true appearance- it annoyed him that the spell of his snake like persona was not strong enough to stay on for more than hours at a time, and he hated that he was legally a child, even though it did have one advantage…he grinned again, his white teeth exposed, and made his way through the library.

Wormtail knew better than to disrupt him, which means he could spend the next hours doing what he liked best- reading.

"Potter? I am back."

He waited impatiently and was barely able to hide his relief when seconds later, Harry Potter emerged from the side and hurried to come closer, "did it work? Are you…"

"Yes, the trap we set for Thompson worked- the Dark Lord was very…displeased with him", Severus Snape pursed his lips as he remembered the horrible punishment Thompson had endured, "and as we suspected, he made me the new spy."

Harry smiled, "that is great!", his smile faltered quickly, "did you get to see Ginny?", he asked quietly, "is she…"

"She is alive- but not by much", Snape answered curtly, he was never one to sugarcoat anything, "the same goes for Dobby and Trelawney, everyone else is doing…alright, if one can say so."

Harry's face saddened, "she has been there for almost three weeks now", he whispered, "and…I miss her so much…I…", he swallowed hard, suddenly remembering who he was talking to, "ehm…anyways, thank you, Professor."

Snape just nodded, "how are the protests coming along?", he then asked, "you really have to be careful this time, Potter- the Lord is just waiting for another reason to attack you."

"Hermione is arranging them this time, and we are hoping for an even bigger outcome than last time", Harry said, "Luna's dad is helping us again- his newspaper is still the only way of communication we have in the underground."

Snape nodded again, "be careful, Potter", he repeated, "you know you are on your own- neither McGonagall nor Fudge will be able to help you if all of this comes down."

Harry shrugged, "it is not like I have a choice", he said after a moment of hesitation, "he has won over the Ministry, he has won over the Daily Prophet, and he almost has won over Hogwarts- if we don't fight, no one else will."

"Dumbledore has…"

"Dumbledore is useless", Harry interrupted him, his voice hardened, "all he does is sitting in his office all day trying to negotiate with Fudge. Negotiating is not going to bring Ginny back; we have to use the army and…"

"It is still too early", Snape reminded him, "the army is not structured enough for an attack, and I honestly have my doubts it ever will be", he rolled his eyes as Harry snorted, "frankly, the army is just too small, Potter, and you know that."

"Hardly my fault with half the members sitting in Voldemort's dungeons", it sounded bitter.

"I did not say it was your fault, Potter", Snape responded mildly, "besides, we are one step closer now with me being the spy, and who says the same trick will not work twice?"

Harry stared at him, "are you thinking of another trap?"

"I am", Snape almost smiled, "but that is something we need to discuss with the whole army present, don't you think?"

"I can arrange a meeting in the Room of Requirement at eight tonight", Harry told him and slowly got up, but made no attempt to leave, "just…how much time do we have before…", he looked down.

"Days, not weeks", Snape answered honestly, "he is getting stronger every day…and crueler, too. I am afraid that if he does not get stopped very soon, he will completely spin out of control."

Harry simply nodded, he thought that much, "alright…I will see you at eight, Professor", he sighed, "just…be care…", he caught himself just in time and bit his lip, "eh…see you later", he disappeared before Snape could say anything, leaving the Potion Master alone in the small room.

"They are having a meeting again tonight- at eight, Sir"

"Thank you, Nick."

The ghost bowed his head respectfully, and quietly disappeared through the walls.

Salazar smiled at him, "do you think it is time now, finally?"

Godric smiled back, "I do", he got up and walked across the room to the fireplace, and added some more wood, "they are in for quite a surprise tonight."

Salazar nodded as he watched his partner, "we are almost out of wood again- it is really about time we get out of here."

"Don't worry, I have something else we can burn", Godric held up the latest Daily Prophet, his face scornful, "lies and more lies- and if Fudge was not such a despicable fool, he…"

"He is scared", Salazar said softly, "just like everyone else."

"Not everyone", Godric reminded him, a touch of pride in his voice, "I have to say, my heir is really making me proud these days- it is a shame I cannot say the same thing about yours."

Salazar sighed, "I know…well, at least it will be over soon", he got up and joined his partner by the fireplace, "and then we…"

A sharp knock on the door interrupted him.

Godric's brow furrowed, then he quickly walked over to the door and opened it carefully, "yes?"

"It's just me", a clear voice answered, "can I come in? Please?"

Godric stepped back and let him in, "shouldn't you be in your common room?"

"I was, and I got bored- besides, there is a meeting tonight, at…"

"…eight", Godric finished, sounding amused, "Nick told us. We are planning to be there this time."

"Really? Finally?", he smiled from ear to ear, "I cannot wait to see Harry's face when he sees you guys! He is gonna freak out!"

"Going to", Godric corrected automatically, "and you will have to miss that, eight is your bedtime, is it not?"

"I…I thought…just…this time…please?", he begged, "I will go to bed right after, and since I am not really a kid, I should…"

"You should what?", Godric's voice got low, which was always a warning sign, "you are going to bed, do you understand?"

He swallowed, "yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I understand, Sir", he stared on the floor, misery on his face, "I…I better get outta here then…dinner's waiting", he turned around abruptly and left.

"Was that really necessary?", Godric heard the small accusation in Salazar's tone and sighed, "we cannot afford to make any mistakes, especially right now. If anyone realizes that he is not in his bed, they might go look for him…and eventually find out about the meeting."

"You are right."

Godric smiled, "I know", and he laughed when Salazar rolled his eyes in response.

It was almost eight at night when Voldemort finally left the library, yelled for Peter to bring his dinner, and went to the empty dining hall.

He preferred to eat by himself- he hated meaningless small talk while having dinner. Therefore, not even Wormtail joined him, he was always alone in the big dining hall, and the poor house elf who was forced to serve him tonight already trembled in fear when he entered the room and slammed the door on his way in.

"Hurry up, creature!", he snarled at the tiny elf who was desperately trying to fill his glass with wine and put his filet on his plate at the same time, "and get more steak, or are you telling me this is all I am going to have?"

The house elf paled, they were on a very tight budget, since the Lord spent most of his money on alcohol, and they really struggled with satisfying the Lord's expensive taste, "Ilvy will get more immediately, Mylord", the scared elf whispered, "Ilvy will be right back!"

Voldemort grunted something, he was already eating, and the filet tasted exquisite, so he did not even hear what Ilvy had said.

The other elves in the kitchen almost fainted when Ilvy came rushing in requesting more steak- and there was no more.

"The Lord will get very angry", Ilvy stated the obvious, "Ilvy will not go back in, the Lord will kill Ilvy!"

Tammy, another house-elf, who was one of the oldest in the kitchen, looked around thoughtfully, "the Lord will have to eat the steak from the house- elves then", he said after a while, "the house- elves will go to bed hungry tonight."

The other elves stared at him with dismay, "no…dinner? But…the house- elves already eat no breakfast! The house- elves are hungry!"

Tammy shushed them, "Ilvy cannot go back and tell the Lord that there is no more steak", he said simply, "the house- elves have to do the right thing. Now, take the filets, Ilvy, and go! The Lord shall never wait!"

Ilvy hurried to grab the filets, which were meant to be shared between the half dozen house- elves, and ran back to the dining hall.

"My…mylord, the…the steak!"

"Took you long enough, useless creature. Sectumsempra!"

Ilvy instantly fell to the floor and screamed, deep cuts covering his face.

Voldemort did not even bother to look at him as he started to cut his steak, "go get more wine from the kitchen, servant. I am in the mood to drink tonight."

What else is new, Ilvy thought bitterly, but obviously did not dare to say that out loud, "Yes, Mylord."

"And then bring me one of the prisoners to play with."

Cold dread started forming in his stomach, he knew what playing meant, "Yes, Mylord."

While he sped to the kitchen to get more wine, Ilvy desperately thought about who he could bring upstairs today- who was still strong enough to survive this? No one, if he was being honest- they were all drained, starved, and injured, even the male prisoners.

He rushed back with the wine and then made his way to the basement where the dungeons were.

It was quiet down here, the Lord usually put a Silencio spell on the dungeons, unless he came down here to torture someone, then he wanted to hear them, he relished in hearing their screams and begs for mercy.

Ilvy hated the dungeons, he hated that he was not able to help the prisoners, they were not even allowed to cook for them, all they got was whatever the Lord left on his plates- and if he did not leave anything, they got nothing.

The prisoners all knew why he was down here- as soon as they saw him, they either fell on their knees begging him not to pick them or they tried to hide somewhere.

Ilvy clenched his hands to fists, he started sweating, even though the dungeons were ice cold, "who is strong enough…", he whispered to himself, "who can endure it…", he glanced across the cells filled with people, many of them children and teenagers, "Ilvy cannot do this…"

But he knew he had to, if he refused, the Lord would torture him mercilessly and then simply send someone else down here, he knew because he had refused the first time, and then never again.

Finally, he made his decision.

Doughall MacLeod was a Scottish wizard who had made the mistake of openly criticizing the Lord's decree that no one who was Muggle born was allowed to marry someone who was not, as his wife was a Muggle and he was thus asked to divorce and abandon her.

He had refused, so the Lord had killed his wife, Shannon MacLeod, while he had to watch, and then brought him to the dungeon.

The once cheerful and strong man was merely a shadow of himself since then, and he spent most of his days in the dungeon staring into space, a wistful look on his face.

Ilvy had the feeling that the man might actually be glad to die to see his wife again, at least that was what he had to tell himself to justify his decision.

MacLeod followed him weakly, he never got enough to eat, just like the rest of them.

Voldemort had finished most of his dinner by the time Ilvy came back, MacLeod behind him.

"The…the prisoner, Mylord", Ilvy's voice was quiet, he was terrified of what would happen next.

"Who is that?", Voldemort merely glanced at the man, "he smells disgusting, next time, wash them before you bring them up, elf."

"Yes, Mylord, this is…"

"MacLeod, my name is MacLeod", the Scot said, his voice raspy from not using it in such a long time, "you bastard killed my wife and forced me to watch."

Ilvy stopped breathing, wrong decision, he had made the wrong decision!

Voldemort suddenly seemed interested, his red eyes started to glint, "very good decision, servant", his voice was icy cold, "I will have a lot of fun tonight with this one. Go and get more wine, lazy creature."

Ilvy ran off, he felt guilty for leaving MacLeod helplessly by himself, but he had watched too many of these scenes that he could not stand to be in the room for one more second.

MacLeod just stared back at the Dark Lord, "I am going to kill you for what you did to my wife", he announced then, his voice full of hatred, "you had no right- "

"Crucio!"

The Scot fell to the floor screaming.

"Silencio!"

The screaming stopped.

Voldemort went back to his filet, and ignored the man trashing around on the floor, "the steak really is good", he grinned and took another bite, still ignoring the tortured man right next to him

"Finite Incantatem!"

He did not want the night to end yet, therefore, it was probably best to change tactics.

"Get up, slave!"

MacLeod groaned, he was bleeding out of his ears, and one of his ribs were broken, as he desperately tried to get on his feet.

Voldemort watched his struggle with glee, he lived for those moments, "tell me, are you hungry, slave?"

MacLeod just stared at him, but did not answer.

Voldemort decided he had enough, "I asked you a question, and I expect an answer!", he hissed, "are you hungry, you pathetic little piece of shit?"

"Ye…yes, I am hungry", the Scot forced himself to say, a defeated look on his face.

"Kneel."

Ilvy came just in time to hear the last word, and immediately turned white. He knew what was going to happen, and he hated, hated, hated the fact that he would be forced to watch another man to go through this humiliation.

MacLeod hesitated for a second, but the Cruciatus curse had done its purpose- he kneeled.

"See these filets?", he held them right in front of his face, while Ilvy filled his glass with trembling hands, "now- I want you to beg. Beg me to feed them to you, slave."

MacLeod licked his lips, he was starving- but he was a proud Scot, he was not a dog, and-

The blow to his face was quick, hard, and unexpected.

"Beg me, or I will have the creatures bring some women up here and make you watch me kill them", his voice was hard, "and then, I will kill you, I will lock you in a cage right here in my dining room and let you starve to death, MacAsshole."

Ilvy wanted to throw up when he saw the look on MacLeod's face, but he managed to stay calm.

"Pl…please…I am hungry…I…I want…"

Another blow, "try again, and maybe don't use the word want when you beg, idiot!"

MacLeod seemed furious, he struggled to remain kneeled, "please…please let me have some food, please", his voice was tight, "I am begging you…I am so hungry, please, please…f…feed me…"

Voldemort smiled scornfully, "that was not so hard, was it?", he held the filet right in front of MacLeod's mouth, "open, and eat it."

The Scot did not hesitate this time, he opened his mouth and let Voldemort feed him the filet, "do you want another bite?"

"Ye…yes, please", MacLeod forced himself to say, his face red with shame.

"Too bad, you won't get anymore", Voldemort took the last piece of meat and dropped it to the floor, "unless you want to eat from the ground like the dog that you are- which would make your wife a bitch, right?"

Enough.

MacLeod lashed out, but the Lord had expected him to.

"Crucio!"

MacLeod started screaming again, and the Lord laughed, but there was no joy or happiness in his laughter, just contempt.

"Are we complete?", Harry looked around the room, "has anyone seen Remus?"

"I am here, Harry", the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher came forward, a sad smile on his face, "we are missing Neville though."

"Neville?", Luna repeated, her face ashen, "what…what happened?"

"He was helping Professor Sprout in the greenhouses earlier…it was only the two of them, they did not stand a chance."

"Death Eaters?", someone asked.

"Most likely", Remus answered, "Professor Sprout got lucky- she only got tortured, but they did not take her. She is in the Hospital Wing with Poppy Pomfrey right now."

There was a silence.

Everyone in the room knew that their secret meetings became more and more dangerous as more and more of them suddenly disappeared. Voldemort never killed any of them, he just captured them, and Harry was certain that he was trying to lure him by doing that.

The army's size already had halved as a result.

"Well…we need to begin with the meeting", Harry mumbled, he was starting to get numb against all the abductions and tortures that happened daily, "and we do have some good news- Professor Snape managed to get the position as the spy, which we can hopefully use to trick Voldemort again."

Excited whispering, "what is the plan?", one of the Weasley twins finally asked.

"We don't have a plan yet, but…"

"I am sorry to interrupt, Harry- you might not have a plan, but we do."

Godric Gryffindor, followed by Salazar Slytherin, casually walked to the middle of the room, an amused smile on his lips, "may I explain?"

"Go…go ahead", Harry managed to say after about a minute of stunned silence, he was just as shocked and surprised as everyone else to suddenly see two Founders walk into their meeting- well, not everyone, since there was one boy hiding in a corner of the room who was not surprised, he actually looked rather guilty now…

I should have just gone to bed- damnit.

yeah so that's it for now...I hope you got a little bit of an idea where this is going.

And again, sorry for the grammatical errors, if someone wants to beta this mess, please let me know! :)

I would looooove some feedback!

see ya soon! :)