Never Deprive A Growing Boy Of His Food

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

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Key Pairing: Harry/TBD

Other Pairings: To be determined

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'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

Matt: Well, given I'm yet to decide the pairing for this story, you may yet get your wish;

Jostanos: Please! Harry eats manipulative plans for breakfast…and still has room for something as big as Hagrid, Maxime or the Basilisk, only to then say he's ready for dessert;

"So?" asked Voldemort, gently tousling Harry's hair as he asked, "What's it to be, Little One? Am I Daddy…or am I Dinner?"

Harry licked his lips slowly before, gulping hard, he smiled cutely, or perhaps dark-and-insanely, at the Dark Lord of All Magic.

"I say…I'm really hungry…Daddy…"

Chapter 3: The Family From Hell!

"Wow! It's so pretty, Daddy!"

"I'm glad you approve, my child," said Voldemort, smiling fondly as he watched Harry walk right up to the front porch of the new home he had brought his new son and heir to, as well as his greatest asset, weapon and ally against the old codger – but, most of all, his son, and woe betide any who might doubt that.

The new home, as Voldemort well knew, was a luxuriously-decorated, and finely-crafted dark-stone mansion estate, which was located in an out-of-the-way corner of suburbia close to the village of Little Hangleton.

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Once upon a time, this village had been the home of weaklings and fools who stuck their noses into everybody's business, but, thanks to the Dark Lord's return from beyond the Veil, as well as all those who'd been and stayed faithful to the Dark, the village had since been…changed.

Liquidated, as Voldemort remembered an expression for a similar cleansing from back during the Second World War.

As a result, all the filthy Muggles had been wiped out and their homes, possessions and remains had become the new homes of the Faithful. To further emphasise the regeneration of the village, Voldemort had placed the whole area under one of the biggest Secrecy Wards in recent memory, as well as a Fidelius Charm – yes, he saw the irony there – with his most-faithful companion as the Secret Keeper.

And no, he didn't mean Bellatrix either.

After all, who'd be able to charm a snake into speaking the secret, unless they were a Parseltongue themselves, anyway?

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As for the mansion, it was not only the headquarters of the Dark Faction; it also served as the newly-revamped, remodelled and definitely improved Riddle House – though Voldemort preferred to think of it more as The Slytherin Estate, in homage to his ancestor – while, since only those Voldemort invited onto the estate's grounds could get in, he had no qualms about omitting it from the Fidelius Charm.

And, besides, with his son's powers now waiting in the wings to deal with any unwelcome guests, Voldemort doubted even Albus Dumbledore himself would be deranged and delusional enough to try and get in and expect it to be so easy.

As Harry stared at his new home in awe and wonder, Voldemort's smile wavered just slightly when he saw Harry turn to him, a familiar look of raw hunger burning in the boy's eyes as he drew in a very deep breath, through his nostrils, before he moaned with dark longing and juvenile desire as he crowed, "Mmm…I like our home's magical smell, Daddy: it makes my mouth water and my tummy rumble so much! But I know…I know. I can't eat it, cause we need it; us and our friends…so, don't worry, Daddy; I won't eat us out of house and home, I promise!"

"Well…uh…thank you, son," said Voldemort, walking towards his heir where he gently tousled the boy's hair again as he explained, "I…I'm glad you have enough restraint to recognise the danger of our home being hurt; of course, if you find anywhere else you'd like to snack on, you go right ahead. Remember, I will never deprive my growing boy of his food…and, on that note, we really should go inside; I happen to know that my dear friend, Bellatrix, has prepared a real feast for you, my child."

"You mean Mummy, don't you, Daddy?" asked Harry, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes as he added, "Remember, you did say I could call her Mummy, cause you want her as my Mummy, and not just someone to fill my tummy, right?"

"That's right, I did," said Voldemort, leading Harry into the Mansion, which seemed to grow warm and welcoming as it sensed the return and arrival of its master and young master respectively. While the house's interior flared into life, Voldemort gently tapped Harry on the shoulder, leading him off the main hall and, after passing through a large, iron door, down a flight of stairs until they reached the bottom, which was guarded by a second iron door, beyond which, Harry could hear screams, as well as begging, pleading cries.

Hearing the cries, the young boy's eyes lit up again as he asked, "Is…is that someone I can eat, Daddy?"

"Of course," said Voldemort, before, as he opened the door to his home's dungeon levels, he stopped Harry from running inside, as he quickly continued, "However, like with our friends, I do have one exception in these corridors, Harry: if you should happen to see this symbol on the door to a particular cell…"

A flick of his wand conjured the image known along the length and breadth of the United Kingdom as the Dark Mark, symbol of the Death Eaters, as well as Voldemort's personal calling card.

As Harry stared at the symbol in awe, Voldemort chuckled before he whispered, "Go ahead, my son…you can eat this…"

Licking his lips, Harry opened his mouth before, to Voldemort's surprise, the Dark Mark's illusion actually flew into Harry's mouth, as easily as a Dementor feeding on happiness, where Harry then snapped his jaws shut before he jokingly chewed up the magic, savouring its flavour. Once he'd had enough, Harry gulped and licked his lips as he looked to Voldemort.

"Yummy…your magic is very tasty, Daddy, but I wanted my Daddy, not my Dinner…well, not yet, anyway!"

Anyone else might have thought he was being cute, or joking about with his patriarch.

But Voldemort knew otherwise, "Yes, well, as I was saying: if you should see the Dark Mark engraved into a cell door, then, for now, Harry, the person or magic in that particular cell is off-limits, as I need them if I'm going to be victorious and move one step closer to giving you this world on a silver platter…literally…"

"But Daddy," argued Harry, a note of childish petulance in his voice as he asked, "Can't I just eat them anyway? You did say that, when I eat magic, it makes me smarter and better; so what if, by eating the meanies keeping secrets from you, I learn those secrets and then share them with you? Is that better than wasting your yummy-in-my-tummy magic by marking them off-limits?"

Whether it was Harry's reasoning, or how confident he sounded in his apparent ability to absorb and assimilate the knowledge of whatever magic or magical being he fed on, so he could use it to serve his Father, Voldemort didn't know. But there was something that both amazed and surprised him as he saw Harry look up at him with a pleading, dewey-eyed look, which almost conquered Voldemort as he saw how sure of himself, as well as hopeful that his new Daddy was going to say yes, Harry looked when he gave him the eyes.

However, Voldemort wasn't just a newly-anointed Father.

He was also the Dark Lord…and you didn't earn that title by being a sap who caved at such innocence.

Chuckling softly, the Dark Lord gently bopped Harry on the nose as he laughed, "Oh, put them away, Harry: you know there are some things that Daddy must keep from you, if only so you can become the little God I intend on making you."

"But you also said, as long as they're not friends, Daddy, I can eat them! And you also promised on me eating you all up! Must I lose my new Daddy so soon after getting him?"

Again, Voldemort shuddered as he knew Harry wasn't kidding around when he said that, "N…N…No, my…my child: of course, you may feed on any who are not our friends. But…sometimes…for…for the Greater Good…there are times where Daddy needs to have the pleasure of torturing the knowledge out of our victims himself. Otherwise, what…what, exactly, is the point of having so many friends around to serve my Little One?"

"They serve me…by being yummy and letting me eat them!"

"But if you eat them all, you'll get a poorly, wickle tummy-ache, Little Princeling!"

Voldemort didn't know whether to thank the Darkness for Bellatrix's timely argument, or look uneasy at the couldn't-care-less expression on his son's face, even as Harry turned to face Bellatrix, who now prostrated herself before him, kissing the ground before his bare feet as she looked up to him with the same worshipping awe she showed to Voldemort.

"And if Mama Bella's beautiful boy has a mean, nasty old tummy-ache, I can't take you out to hunt for sport, more food, and more toys for you to play with, now, can I, my wickle cutie Princey?"

'I've decided: thank you, Bellatrix,' thought Voldemort, smirking amusingly as he watched Harry kneel down, so he was looking Bellatrix in the eyes as he cocked his head to one side.

"You…you mean it, Mummy? If…if I let Daddy keep his victims, you…you promise to take me hunting whenever I want?"

"I swear it…on my magic, my precious," said Bellatrix, before she winked at Harry as she drew her wand, handing it to him as she added, "Here; have a little snack, just so Mummy proves she's telling the truth. Go on, Harry; you can do it, my love."

The audible crunch of Bellatrix's wand being chewed up and swallowed down like hard candy, courtesy of the ravenous youth who feasted on it gladly, filled the cell with fear and dread, the likes of which easily trumped that which usually filled the cells. As Harry polished off the last of Bellatrix's wand, he licked his lips and suckled a few dregs from his fingers before, to Voldemort's surprise, the boy wrapped his arms around Bellatrix's neck.

This was her cue to lift him up, holding him close while he nuzzled her affectionately, "I just gobbled you up, Mummy; this means you're mine now, right? Forever and ever?"

"Forever-ever-ever-ever-ever, my sweet predator of Magic," replied Bellatrix, kissing Harry on his brow as she told him, "And, one day, if you choose to believe that Mummy is going to hurt her precious boy, you can go right ahead and finish the job, my sweet boy: Mummy would sooner fill up her precious boy's rumbly tummy rather than harm even a single hair on his beautiful head…so promise me, Harrykins: if you even think Mummy is going to hurt you, you'll come and eat me all up?"

"I promise…" said Harry, before he smiled wolfishly as he looked into Bellatrix's eyes, "If you feed yourself to me!"

"I will gladly do anything to climb into your tummy where I belong, my beautiful boy," said Bellatrix, before she kissed Harry's brow again as she added, "But, until that lovely day where Mummy and Baby become one, why don't you let Mummy take you to your lovely new bedroom, my sweet? Trust me, it even makes Daddy's dull old room look like a prison compared to the grandeur of the Dark Prince's personal chambers!"

"Will you carry me, Mummy?"

"Anywhere, anytime, no matter how handsomely tall you may become, my love," said Bellatrix, giving Voldemort a curt nod as she walked out of the cell, a seemingly-satisfied Harry resting against her.

As he watched her leave, however, Voldemort scoffed amusingly as he shook his head;

"For the love of Slytherin…I've created two monsters today…one of whom worships the other like a God already, even more than she does me…I'd be jealous if I wasn't so proud of my child; very well, Bella…you are his now…I swear it…"

Chapter 3 and, is it just me or did things just get really terrifying, cold, dark and something that makes Death seem preferable?

With a doting Mummy, a desperately-careful Daddy and all the world he can eat waiting for him, what will Harry become?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Bellatrix decides to give her son a very special homecoming gift, but, unlike the one stewing away in Daddy's cell, this is one he can't eat…not before he makes them suffer, makes them wish they were dead…then, he can eat them all up and grant their wish;

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