A/N: OK, this is another one of my kinda-twisted fan fics. I love twisted .
. . yesss . . . I live for it . . . MWAHAHAHAHA! :::cough::: Anyways, I
would really, really, REALLY, appreciate it if you reviewed! I love getting
reviews! Ya hear? I LOVE GETTING REVIEWS!!! So, basically, please review.
Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned belong to me. :::sigh::: I only 'borrow' them and make them do my dirty little deeds! And, you know that when I say 'dirty little deeds', I actually mean 'play a part in my stories', right?
WARNINGS: OK, this is SLASH. Slash, meaning male-male relationships. Anyone who takes offence to that, click on the back button right now. I shall also warn you that this story has some pretty twisted pairings, so, if you have a weak stomach, click on the back button now. Otherwise, read on . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~ Anything For You ~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry Potter was roughly thrown down onto the ground, stones scraping his knees, head banging against the ground.
"Get up!" someone kicked him sharply in the side. "Go on, Oh-Great-Saviour- Of-The-World! Get up and face your master!" the person spat, kicking him again.
Harry smothered a groan, and, digging his fingers into the dry patches of grass, lifted his head up . . .
And his emerald-green eyes met demonic slits of red.
"Voldemort," he whispered, before passing out.
Voldemort tilted his head to take in the sight of the prone body of the black-haired youth on the ground in front of him in a lazy manner.
"Wake him, Lucius," he said lazily, still observing Harry's body with interest.
Lucius Malfoy nodded. He pointed his wand at the boy lying on the ground.
"Enervate," he muttered.
Harry opened his eyes, and was immediately seized by the arms by two Death Eaters. They pulled him off the ground roughly, so that he was facing Voldemort.
"Harry Potter. What a pleasant surprise," Voldemort said softly.
Harry blinked. His vision was beginning to flicker. He must have banged his head quite hard. For a second, Voldemort wasn't Voldemort anymore, but Tom Riddle. Harry felt startled for a moment, mentally noting that he and Tom Riddle looked quite similar. The same black hair . . . the same green eyes, even! Then . . . Tom Riddle was Voldemort again.
"What brings you to this part of the land? //My// land? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't even know where you //are//, now, do you?" the Dark Lord asked.
Harry narrowed his eyes, but gingerly shook his head.
"You are somewhere near the north coast of Scotland, I believe," Voldemort said. "Oh, don't worry dear boy. You can't be rescued by anyone - after all . . . no one even knows that this place exists," he said, and with a snap of his fingers, Harry, him, and the other Death Eaters were suddenly transported to some sort of lair . . . a dungeon.
Harry was dropped to the ground again. He instantly jumped to his feet, about to turn around, when he was met with a crucifying punch to the stomach that left him winded.
He fell onto the ground, coughing.
"Very good Lucius. It seems that you can teach the boy a few lessons . . . a few //real// lessons about defence against the dark arts," the Dark Lord said, giving Lucius a fairly approving glance. Lucius bowed to the figure in front of him.
"Anything for you, my Lord," he said in an oily voice.
When Harry looked up, he saw that Lucius and the rest of the Death Eaters had formed a circle around him and Voldemort. In fact, there was only one figure robed in black, standing next to Voldemort . . . Harry couldn't see his face, since his hood was drawn. He briefly wondered if it was Wormtail. But no . . . it couldn't be, could it? Peter Pettigrew was killed by Lupin in Harry's sixth year.
He shakily got up to his feet.
"I bet you're wondering how you got here, aren't you, dear little Wonder Boy? The boy who can do no wrong in the eyes of the world?" Voldemort asked, addressing the Boy-Who-Lived in a slippery manner.
"Don't call me that!" Harry spat.
"Ooh, touché!" the Dark Lord said, eyes swiftly roaming the body of the seventeen-year old in front of him.
Harry almost blanched. Did Voldemort just . . . why was he looking at him like that? Harry didn't notice the figure next to Voldemort shudder slightly. Neither, it seemed, did the Dark Lord.
"You know, Harry . . . you look so much like your father," Voldemort said, eyes roaming the Boy-Who-Lived again. "Yess . . . just like your father. Same posture . . . same figure . . ." He met Harry's eyes with an evil grin. "Your school is not very well protected, is it? After all . . . you'd think Dumbledore would spot a Death Eater spy when he met him, wouldn't he?"
Harry's eyes widened slightly at this. A spy at Hogwarts? //Another// one? There was one when he was in his fourth year, one when he was in his fifth year, another one in sixth year, and now . . . seventh year . . . the most successful spy. After all . . . he had managed to capture Harry, whoever he was. And that //was// quite an achievement, since Harry hardly ever allowed himself to be captured.
"I bet you're wondering who my little spy was this time, aren't you, Harry?" Voldemort asked him.
Harry allowed himself to nod slowly.
Voldemort gave him a twisted smile.
"You can show yourself now, Dragon," the Dark Lord said, turning to the figure next to him.
The figure next to Voldemort almost seemed to shake in fear - or anticipation - in showing himself to Harry. One look at his master's face was all he needed. He took a step closer to Harry.
The person slowly lifted his hood . . .
And Harry stood face to face with his arch-nemesis Draco Malfoy.
Voldemort smiled evilly. The fun was just beginning.
TBC
Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned belong to me. :::sigh::: I only 'borrow' them and make them do my dirty little deeds! And, you know that when I say 'dirty little deeds', I actually mean 'play a part in my stories', right?
WARNINGS: OK, this is SLASH. Slash, meaning male-male relationships. Anyone who takes offence to that, click on the back button right now. I shall also warn you that this story has some pretty twisted pairings, so, if you have a weak stomach, click on the back button now. Otherwise, read on . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~ Anything For You ~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry Potter was roughly thrown down onto the ground, stones scraping his knees, head banging against the ground.
"Get up!" someone kicked him sharply in the side. "Go on, Oh-Great-Saviour- Of-The-World! Get up and face your master!" the person spat, kicking him again.
Harry smothered a groan, and, digging his fingers into the dry patches of grass, lifted his head up . . .
And his emerald-green eyes met demonic slits of red.
"Voldemort," he whispered, before passing out.
Voldemort tilted his head to take in the sight of the prone body of the black-haired youth on the ground in front of him in a lazy manner.
"Wake him, Lucius," he said lazily, still observing Harry's body with interest.
Lucius Malfoy nodded. He pointed his wand at the boy lying on the ground.
"Enervate," he muttered.
Harry opened his eyes, and was immediately seized by the arms by two Death Eaters. They pulled him off the ground roughly, so that he was facing Voldemort.
"Harry Potter. What a pleasant surprise," Voldemort said softly.
Harry blinked. His vision was beginning to flicker. He must have banged his head quite hard. For a second, Voldemort wasn't Voldemort anymore, but Tom Riddle. Harry felt startled for a moment, mentally noting that he and Tom Riddle looked quite similar. The same black hair . . . the same green eyes, even! Then . . . Tom Riddle was Voldemort again.
"What brings you to this part of the land? //My// land? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't even know where you //are//, now, do you?" the Dark Lord asked.
Harry narrowed his eyes, but gingerly shook his head.
"You are somewhere near the north coast of Scotland, I believe," Voldemort said. "Oh, don't worry dear boy. You can't be rescued by anyone - after all . . . no one even knows that this place exists," he said, and with a snap of his fingers, Harry, him, and the other Death Eaters were suddenly transported to some sort of lair . . . a dungeon.
Harry was dropped to the ground again. He instantly jumped to his feet, about to turn around, when he was met with a crucifying punch to the stomach that left him winded.
He fell onto the ground, coughing.
"Very good Lucius. It seems that you can teach the boy a few lessons . . . a few //real// lessons about defence against the dark arts," the Dark Lord said, giving Lucius a fairly approving glance. Lucius bowed to the figure in front of him.
"Anything for you, my Lord," he said in an oily voice.
When Harry looked up, he saw that Lucius and the rest of the Death Eaters had formed a circle around him and Voldemort. In fact, there was only one figure robed in black, standing next to Voldemort . . . Harry couldn't see his face, since his hood was drawn. He briefly wondered if it was Wormtail. But no . . . it couldn't be, could it? Peter Pettigrew was killed by Lupin in Harry's sixth year.
He shakily got up to his feet.
"I bet you're wondering how you got here, aren't you, dear little Wonder Boy? The boy who can do no wrong in the eyes of the world?" Voldemort asked, addressing the Boy-Who-Lived in a slippery manner.
"Don't call me that!" Harry spat.
"Ooh, touché!" the Dark Lord said, eyes swiftly roaming the body of the seventeen-year old in front of him.
Harry almost blanched. Did Voldemort just . . . why was he looking at him like that? Harry didn't notice the figure next to Voldemort shudder slightly. Neither, it seemed, did the Dark Lord.
"You know, Harry . . . you look so much like your father," Voldemort said, eyes roaming the Boy-Who-Lived again. "Yess . . . just like your father. Same posture . . . same figure . . ." He met Harry's eyes with an evil grin. "Your school is not very well protected, is it? After all . . . you'd think Dumbledore would spot a Death Eater spy when he met him, wouldn't he?"
Harry's eyes widened slightly at this. A spy at Hogwarts? //Another// one? There was one when he was in his fourth year, one when he was in his fifth year, another one in sixth year, and now . . . seventh year . . . the most successful spy. After all . . . he had managed to capture Harry, whoever he was. And that //was// quite an achievement, since Harry hardly ever allowed himself to be captured.
"I bet you're wondering who my little spy was this time, aren't you, Harry?" Voldemort asked him.
Harry allowed himself to nod slowly.
Voldemort gave him a twisted smile.
"You can show yourself now, Dragon," the Dark Lord said, turning to the figure next to him.
The figure next to Voldemort almost seemed to shake in fear - or anticipation - in showing himself to Harry. One look at his master's face was all he needed. He took a step closer to Harry.
The person slowly lifted his hood . . .
And Harry stood face to face with his arch-nemesis Draco Malfoy.
Voldemort smiled evilly. The fun was just beginning.
TBC