Chapter Eight: Broken
Voldemort continued to hold the boy close to his chest. Harry continued to breath softly as he slept against him, his hands resting on the man's shoulders. Voldemort stared at the boy intently.
Such innocence he held to him. Like a small child as precious as a lamb. This innocence, he knew, must be broken if he was to bring the boy to the darkness that was he. To have him as a lover, a companion, and a true devoted, loyal-slave. One that did everything he was told and wanted only to please his master.
Yes, this is what he desired from Harry Potter. His devotion, his love.his soul. And he was so close to achieving this goal.so close.
But there was still something holding the boy back from him, this he knew. Something that still made the boy cling to his past, his memories. But alas, what was this thing that kept him from having his precious Harry Potter?
Voldemort brought one of his spidery fingers, the index, to the boys temple and touched it very lightly, every so carefully as though he were fragile. Harry winced slightly but did not awake.
Voldemort closed his eyes slowly, concentrating on the young man that lay in his arms, never taking his finger away from this temple. He focused on nothing at all, clearing his mind of all thought. Then he added a bit more pressure on Harry's temple, and with small rays of green light, his fingertip seemed to disappear the boy's head.into his mind.
What are your thoughts, Harry?
.on.
Hmmm? What is it that keeps you from me? That protects you from my dark seduction?
.Ron.
Voldemort paused for a moment.
Ron?
.loves me.he is the only one that cares.that truly cares for me. He is my world and I would never betray him, never leave his side. To him, I am loyal.
.I see. Voldemort's eyes opened slowly, focusing on the young boy's face. So beautiful it was to him. So innocent and beautiful.
"Worry not my innocent little one," he whispered to the sleeping boy softly, brushing a few strands of his hair from his eyes.
"So Ronald Weasley is what holds you from me? Not for long."
And he touched the small Dark Mark that stood boldly on his neck.
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up to see the serpentine man looking back at him with interest. He did not have enough strength to pull away from him; so instead, he only continued to stay in his warm embrace.
"Harry," Voldemort hissed.
"Leave me alone," he whispered as a response.
"But Harry," Voldemort insisted, placing his finger under his chin. He pulled his head upward, so that they made eye contact. "There is something I must show you."
"I don't want to see anymore of what you have to show me," Harry replied, still hurting from the betrayals he had seen before.
"Oh but my dear innocent, I must show you how faithful your Ron is to you."
Harry gasped. "What do you know about Ron? What have you done to him?"
Voldemort snickered. "I've done nothing to the boy.yet.and I won't unless you desire me to. But you should see what your Ron does when you are not around. See how he mourns you absence."
Harry tried to turn his gaze away from Voldemort but he held him firmly with his finger.
"Look deeply within my eyes innocent one. See what I have seen.know what I know now."
Despite himself, Harry gazed deeply with the monster's eyes. He looked past the color of crimson and into the deeps of his soul, the core of his being.
And his gaze became that of horror.
Ron.his Ron.the one he pledged everything to, the one he would give everything up for.with Draco? He watched, his heart leaping into his chest as Draco leaned in toward Ron and pulled him forcefully by the waist. Ron looked at Draco, almost startled slightly, but relaxed as the blond boy's lips softly brushed into his.
Harry gasped. Ron was kissing him back.his arms resting on his shoulders. Draco began to tug at the red head's waist, his belt becoming undone as he leaned the boy back onto the bed.Harry's bed.and nested on top of him, his legs resting on either side him as he sat up, ending the kiss and continued to undo the boy's belt.
"Enough." Harry stated blankly as he turned swiftly away from the man's eyes, fighting back his tears.
"Do you see Harry? See how your Ron mourns your loss? By fucking another boy in your bed!"
"Shut up!" Harry winced, covering his hands with his ears.
"Don't deny the truth Harry!" Voldemort snarled. "You no that none of those, fools, care for you! You were only a pawn to them, only to be toyed with, to be used! There is nothing left for you with them! Nothing left that they can offer you!"
"Stop it! I don't want to hear this!"
"But you will listen," the Dark Lord instructed in a softly as he slowly lowered the boy's hands from his ears.
He looked into Harry's eyes, watching one by one as has his tears slide down his face and slowly ran onto the black satin that lay under him. He smiled. The boy was his to break.
"You with your weak mind, your naïve` heart. So trusting to always be betrayed. But no longer. I can help you Harry, I can help you make them pay."
"Pay?" Harry replied softly. "Yesss," Voldemort hissed as his nose flared in excitement. "Together, we can make them all pay. For their betrayals, their lies. You should not have to bow before those so inferior, to be their puppet to pull by the strings. You are above them all; they are yours to crush under your whim if you so desire. They know this, as do I. I that can make this happen Harry."
"Make what happen?"
"I can make you the strongest living being as am I. Together dear innocent, we'll make them beg for mercy.all you have to do is just tell me that you want it.that you want me.and together, we'll make them pay."
Harry stared at the serpent like man as his tears began to dry. It was true. They did not care for him anymore, if they had at all. Ron had secretly wanted Draco all along; Sirius pretending to care for him and Dumbledore were only using him. He had nothing left.no one left.but this man. This man that only wanted to help him.to love him as no one had.to help him make them all pay.
"Join me." he hissed seductively as his arm draped around Harry's shoulders and he leaned into the young boy.
Harry did not fight him as he let the man lean him back onto the bed and kiss him softly, hungrily, practically swallowing him. But Harry yarned for the kiss, the touch, to feel wanted and needed. His heart ached as it never had, and he watched with hunger, the man getting off of him and standing before him.
".I've wanted this since the moment I first saw you," Voldemort whispered to Harry's "You shall be the very salt, the very essence, of my existence. Join me, dear innocent and I shall show you pleasure beyond pleasure that you could ever imagine."
His eyes glowed brightly, an eerie bloodthirsty glow and the boy's clothes faded.as well as his own.
Voldemort was exceptionally thin, not a single ounce of fat or muscle to be found. Everything about him seemed fine and delicate.almost womanly in a sense to Harry. His nipples were taut and erect, sticking out like two rose buds about to blossom.
Harry's eyes traveled farther down to survey the rest of his body-then he caught sight of his erection - ten inches at its longest, a lush ruddy color with a shimmering tip. For the first time, he noticed that foreskin had been pierced-with thin silver ring hoop protruding from it.
Voldemort dropped to his knees in front of Harry and withdraw the hard flesh from the fabric of the sheets of the bed. He bent toward the boy's member and licked it gently, easing his tongue against the head. A slight moan escaped Harry's lips as he abruptly jerked his hips.
Voldemort withdrew and looked up to gauge the child's reaction. Hesitantly, he leaned forward and using the pre-cum smeared across the tip to moisten his lips, slowly took the length halfway into his mouth, reaching one hand up to wrap around the base.
Harry reached out to grab a handful of his hair but . . .remember the man HAD none, stopped himself and clung to the bedpost instead -- his knuckles turning white from the strain. Harry began thrusting wantonly into Voldemort's mouth as his member disappeared through the "o" of the puckered lips.
He withdrew a for a moment, catching his breath, allowing the cock to hover on his glossy bottom lip.
"Beautiful," Harry whispered between breaths. Voldemort smiled wickedly and began once again. His tongue slowly traces a line from the base of the cock right down to the tip and then the cock retreated back into his mouth. It only took a few moments.then Harry's back arched and he moaned deeply.
Voldemort swallowed the semen, wiping the few traces of it from his lips hungrily.
Harry panted swiftly, his mind racing wildly.
See what pleasure I have to offer you my dear innocent? Voldemort replied slyly in the boy's mind as his lips brushed up against his and slowly and steadily, he spit some of the boy's own semen into his mouth. Harry swallowed hungrily as the Dark Lord's tongue invaded his mouth then, biting down playfully, causing him to moan lightly.
I can give you everything you desire Harry.all you have to do, is join me.
He grinded his hips into his slowly, making Harry's body jerk slightly with every inch of his touch, Voldemort's lips trailing down his chest, biting playfully on his nipples.
"Your.a tease." Harry moaned.
"And your mine," Voldemort whispered, his scarlet eyes never leaving his of emerald. "Just say it. Embrace me.embrace the darkness Harry and admit that you belong to me."
He turned Harry onto his stomach and kneeled behind him, positioning himself.
"No.wait."
It only hurts for a short time, but soon my innocent, you will learn to love this.
Harry winced loudly as Voldemort entered him, his fingers grasping the sheets tightly, making his knuckles white. He began at a slow pace that became rapid, Harry yelping with each powerful thrust, his eyes shut tightly.
Embrace me.
Harry moaned slightly as it continued, Voldemort's moans mixing with his own as he held the boy tighter around the waist, trusting faster into him.
Embrace the Darkness.
Voldemort gave an unearthly howl as he thrust into the boy faster, releasing himself with in him. Harry's eyes remained tightly shut as he could feel the semen entering his being.soul.
Join me.
Harry breathed deeply as Voldemort released him finally and Harry turned and collapsed in his arms, Voldemort in turn, collapsing to the bed, laying flat on his back, holding the boy to him.
Harry felt so happy.so warm.he was free like this. Free from any responsibility.of other's expectations.free from the pain that others had inflicted on him. All he knew was him.
"I am yours to do with as you wish, my lord," he said blankly, all the innocence he once had fading from him, from his eyes, turning them a cold shade of green, with a tent of red with them.
Voldemort smiled intently, holding the boy close.
Harry Potter was finally broken.
A/N:
Mawhahahahahahahaha! And the plot thickens, Mawahahahahahahahaha! ::coughs::
Anyway, thanks for your reviews and try not flame for the slash. Personally this story was an experiment to see if I could write Slash.I actually wasn't going to finish it after chapter two until I got so many kewl reviews. I'd like to thank everyone for them.you just ::sniff:: make me so ::sniff:: Hold, give me a second.;op
But enough with the sentimentalism, I will have yet another amazing chapter up soon.well actually, I COULD put it up now since I've actually written it.but what the hell, I'll make you wait.MAWHAHAHAHAHA!!!
-Kamirine (Who loves being a tease!)
Please Read and Review to tell me what you think of my latest chapters! You liked them? You hated them? Oh yeah.do know that Snape shall be in the story more in the these up coming chapters.for all you Snape fans who were wondering.
Voldemort continued to hold the boy close to his chest. Harry continued to breath softly as he slept against him, his hands resting on the man's shoulders. Voldemort stared at the boy intently.
Such innocence he held to him. Like a small child as precious as a lamb. This innocence, he knew, must be broken if he was to bring the boy to the darkness that was he. To have him as a lover, a companion, and a true devoted, loyal-slave. One that did everything he was told and wanted only to please his master.
Yes, this is what he desired from Harry Potter. His devotion, his love.his soul. And he was so close to achieving this goal.so close.
But there was still something holding the boy back from him, this he knew. Something that still made the boy cling to his past, his memories. But alas, what was this thing that kept him from having his precious Harry Potter?
Voldemort brought one of his spidery fingers, the index, to the boys temple and touched it very lightly, every so carefully as though he were fragile. Harry winced slightly but did not awake.
Voldemort closed his eyes slowly, concentrating on the young man that lay in his arms, never taking his finger away from this temple. He focused on nothing at all, clearing his mind of all thought. Then he added a bit more pressure on Harry's temple, and with small rays of green light, his fingertip seemed to disappear the boy's head.into his mind.
What are your thoughts, Harry?
.on.
Hmmm? What is it that keeps you from me? That protects you from my dark seduction?
.Ron.
Voldemort paused for a moment.
Ron?
.loves me.he is the only one that cares.that truly cares for me. He is my world and I would never betray him, never leave his side. To him, I am loyal.
.I see. Voldemort's eyes opened slowly, focusing on the young boy's face. So beautiful it was to him. So innocent and beautiful.
"Worry not my innocent little one," he whispered to the sleeping boy softly, brushing a few strands of his hair from his eyes.
"So Ronald Weasley is what holds you from me? Not for long."
And he touched the small Dark Mark that stood boldly on his neck.
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up to see the serpentine man looking back at him with interest. He did not have enough strength to pull away from him; so instead, he only continued to stay in his warm embrace.
"Harry," Voldemort hissed.
"Leave me alone," he whispered as a response.
"But Harry," Voldemort insisted, placing his finger under his chin. He pulled his head upward, so that they made eye contact. "There is something I must show you."
"I don't want to see anymore of what you have to show me," Harry replied, still hurting from the betrayals he had seen before.
"Oh but my dear innocent, I must show you how faithful your Ron is to you."
Harry gasped. "What do you know about Ron? What have you done to him?"
Voldemort snickered. "I've done nothing to the boy.yet.and I won't unless you desire me to. But you should see what your Ron does when you are not around. See how he mourns you absence."
Harry tried to turn his gaze away from Voldemort but he held him firmly with his finger.
"Look deeply within my eyes innocent one. See what I have seen.know what I know now."
Despite himself, Harry gazed deeply with the monster's eyes. He looked past the color of crimson and into the deeps of his soul, the core of his being.
And his gaze became that of horror.
Ron.his Ron.the one he pledged everything to, the one he would give everything up for.with Draco? He watched, his heart leaping into his chest as Draco leaned in toward Ron and pulled him forcefully by the waist. Ron looked at Draco, almost startled slightly, but relaxed as the blond boy's lips softly brushed into his.
Harry gasped. Ron was kissing him back.his arms resting on his shoulders. Draco began to tug at the red head's waist, his belt becoming undone as he leaned the boy back onto the bed.Harry's bed.and nested on top of him, his legs resting on either side him as he sat up, ending the kiss and continued to undo the boy's belt.
"Enough." Harry stated blankly as he turned swiftly away from the man's eyes, fighting back his tears.
"Do you see Harry? See how your Ron mourns your loss? By fucking another boy in your bed!"
"Shut up!" Harry winced, covering his hands with his ears.
"Don't deny the truth Harry!" Voldemort snarled. "You no that none of those, fools, care for you! You were only a pawn to them, only to be toyed with, to be used! There is nothing left for you with them! Nothing left that they can offer you!"
"Stop it! I don't want to hear this!"
"But you will listen," the Dark Lord instructed in a softly as he slowly lowered the boy's hands from his ears.
He looked into Harry's eyes, watching one by one as has his tears slide down his face and slowly ran onto the black satin that lay under him. He smiled. The boy was his to break.
"You with your weak mind, your naïve` heart. So trusting to always be betrayed. But no longer. I can help you Harry, I can help you make them pay."
"Pay?" Harry replied softly. "Yesss," Voldemort hissed as his nose flared in excitement. "Together, we can make them all pay. For their betrayals, their lies. You should not have to bow before those so inferior, to be their puppet to pull by the strings. You are above them all; they are yours to crush under your whim if you so desire. They know this, as do I. I that can make this happen Harry."
"Make what happen?"
"I can make you the strongest living being as am I. Together dear innocent, we'll make them beg for mercy.all you have to do is just tell me that you want it.that you want me.and together, we'll make them pay."
Harry stared at the serpent like man as his tears began to dry. It was true. They did not care for him anymore, if they had at all. Ron had secretly wanted Draco all along; Sirius pretending to care for him and Dumbledore were only using him. He had nothing left.no one left.but this man. This man that only wanted to help him.to love him as no one had.to help him make them all pay.
"Join me." he hissed seductively as his arm draped around Harry's shoulders and he leaned into the young boy.
Harry did not fight him as he let the man lean him back onto the bed and kiss him softly, hungrily, practically swallowing him. But Harry yarned for the kiss, the touch, to feel wanted and needed. His heart ached as it never had, and he watched with hunger, the man getting off of him and standing before him.
".I've wanted this since the moment I first saw you," Voldemort whispered to Harry's "You shall be the very salt, the very essence, of my existence. Join me, dear innocent and I shall show you pleasure beyond pleasure that you could ever imagine."
His eyes glowed brightly, an eerie bloodthirsty glow and the boy's clothes faded.as well as his own.
Voldemort was exceptionally thin, not a single ounce of fat or muscle to be found. Everything about him seemed fine and delicate.almost womanly in a sense to Harry. His nipples were taut and erect, sticking out like two rose buds about to blossom.
Harry's eyes traveled farther down to survey the rest of his body-then he caught sight of his erection - ten inches at its longest, a lush ruddy color with a shimmering tip. For the first time, he noticed that foreskin had been pierced-with thin silver ring hoop protruding from it.
Voldemort dropped to his knees in front of Harry and withdraw the hard flesh from the fabric of the sheets of the bed. He bent toward the boy's member and licked it gently, easing his tongue against the head. A slight moan escaped Harry's lips as he abruptly jerked his hips.
Voldemort withdrew and looked up to gauge the child's reaction. Hesitantly, he leaned forward and using the pre-cum smeared across the tip to moisten his lips, slowly took the length halfway into his mouth, reaching one hand up to wrap around the base.
Harry reached out to grab a handful of his hair but . . .remember the man HAD none, stopped himself and clung to the bedpost instead -- his knuckles turning white from the strain. Harry began thrusting wantonly into Voldemort's mouth as his member disappeared through the "o" of the puckered lips.
He withdrew a for a moment, catching his breath, allowing the cock to hover on his glossy bottom lip.
"Beautiful," Harry whispered between breaths. Voldemort smiled wickedly and began once again. His tongue slowly traces a line from the base of the cock right down to the tip and then the cock retreated back into his mouth. It only took a few moments.then Harry's back arched and he moaned deeply.
Voldemort swallowed the semen, wiping the few traces of it from his lips hungrily.
Harry panted swiftly, his mind racing wildly.
See what pleasure I have to offer you my dear innocent? Voldemort replied slyly in the boy's mind as his lips brushed up against his and slowly and steadily, he spit some of the boy's own semen into his mouth. Harry swallowed hungrily as the Dark Lord's tongue invaded his mouth then, biting down playfully, causing him to moan lightly.
I can give you everything you desire Harry.all you have to do, is join me.
He grinded his hips into his slowly, making Harry's body jerk slightly with every inch of his touch, Voldemort's lips trailing down his chest, biting playfully on his nipples.
"Your.a tease." Harry moaned.
"And your mine," Voldemort whispered, his scarlet eyes never leaving his of emerald. "Just say it. Embrace me.embrace the darkness Harry and admit that you belong to me."
He turned Harry onto his stomach and kneeled behind him, positioning himself.
"No.wait."
It only hurts for a short time, but soon my innocent, you will learn to love this.
Harry winced loudly as Voldemort entered him, his fingers grasping the sheets tightly, making his knuckles white. He began at a slow pace that became rapid, Harry yelping with each powerful thrust, his eyes shut tightly.
Embrace me.
Harry moaned slightly as it continued, Voldemort's moans mixing with his own as he held the boy tighter around the waist, trusting faster into him.
Embrace the Darkness.
Voldemort gave an unearthly howl as he thrust into the boy faster, releasing himself with in him. Harry's eyes remained tightly shut as he could feel the semen entering his being.soul.
Join me.
Harry breathed deeply as Voldemort released him finally and Harry turned and collapsed in his arms, Voldemort in turn, collapsing to the bed, laying flat on his back, holding the boy to him.
Harry felt so happy.so warm.he was free like this. Free from any responsibility.of other's expectations.free from the pain that others had inflicted on him. All he knew was him.
"I am yours to do with as you wish, my lord," he said blankly, all the innocence he once had fading from him, from his eyes, turning them a cold shade of green, with a tent of red with them.
Voldemort smiled intently, holding the boy close.
Harry Potter was finally broken.
A/N:
Mawhahahahahahahaha! And the plot thickens, Mawahahahahahahahaha! ::coughs::
Anyway, thanks for your reviews and try not flame for the slash. Personally this story was an experiment to see if I could write Slash.I actually wasn't going to finish it after chapter two until I got so many kewl reviews. I'd like to thank everyone for them.you just ::sniff:: make me so ::sniff:: Hold, give me a second.;op
But enough with the sentimentalism, I will have yet another amazing chapter up soon.well actually, I COULD put it up now since I've actually written it.but what the hell, I'll make you wait.MAWHAHAHAHAHA!!!
-Kamirine (Who loves being a tease!)
Please Read and Review to tell me what you think of my latest chapters! You liked them? You hated them? Oh yeah.do know that Snape shall be in the story more in the these up coming chapters.for all you Snape fans who were wondering.