No Choice At All
By Mistress Potter
A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been able to update any chapters for this story. I
truly am. I'm so busy with Such Sweet Innocence!!
I wonder why you people like my stories? Some people didn't. They said that my
stories where stupid, they were crazy and out of control and other kinds of
shit.
I met these people and my friends Goddess Potter, Divinity Potter, Ranma- Chan
Potter, and Spectra Angel sort of kicked their asses!! They got in trouble with
the cops but they didn't care with the cops!! That's how they are!
I didn't cause I was too depressed with my stories!!!
I ALMOST ERRASED ALL OF MY STORIES INCLUDING MY MOST FAMOUS ONE (SUCH SWEET
INNOCENCE)!!!
But you people made me happy because you said you liked them!!! Yay!! THANKS A
LOT REALLY!! I just wanted to write so I could please the readers. And I think
I did!! Well here's the next chapter of No Choice At All.
Another Note: I've decided I should probably do an NC-17 version of this story
in SnitchFiction.net!!! I don't know when but I'm sure I will. Probably much
better with more action and you know what the hell I'm talking about!!! Please
Read and Review!!
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The bed in which Harry woke up was somewhat comfortable and very affectionate.
He could feel how pliable and huge the bed was.
He could feel a warm fire lighting the room in where he was.
However the most noticeable thing Harry felt was the embrace he was wrapped in.
Harry had never felt warm his whole life and had never been embraced this
closely before.
That person or whoever it was didn't want to let go of him, no matter what.
Harry felt like he was loved more than his own godfather loved him.
That person was caressing his hair and his face with a hand. Harry smiled
warmly. It felt very good. He loved it and didn't want that person or whoever
it was to stop.
And he, Harry, didn't want to let go of him too. But he had to for he felt a
searing pain in his head that he felt it was about to split in two. Slowly, he
could feel a tear uncontrollably roll down Harry's sweet face. Nonetheless
someone clamped it softly with a finger and he heard a soft murmur coming from
that person.
"So pretty when you cry..."
Harry had opened his eyes very slowly and he was sorry for doing that. The
first thing he had seen was the most fearful and malevolent person Harry had
ever met.
Lord Voldemort. Yes, it was Voldemort who was embracing Harry this tightly and
was caressing Harry's face and hair. It was Lord Voldemort who whispered those
soft things to Harry.
Voldemort seemed rather please with himself. He had a smirk on his face and
looked down at Harry with his scarlet eyes. Those eyes looked like the
embodiment of the Devil himself. Harry didn't know exactly what to do.
He was paralyzed from head to toes and he wanted to feel free out of the man's
grip.
"Hello, Harry. Took you so long to wake up..." His voice is so amused
it makes the hairs on Harry's back stand up without delay.
Voldemort's embrace around the boy's body had not left. He kept Harry tightly
close to him. Harry had opened and closed his mouth several times but nothing
came out. His eyes had widened and he wished everything were just a dream. That
he would sooner or later wake up.
But it wasn't and he knew this immediately. The Dark Lord smiled even more.
"What's wrong Harry, scared of your own master?" he gave a soft
chuckle.
'Master?' Harry thought. 'What does he mean by my master?' His eyes had widened
even more making him more delicious than ever.
"Yes Harry. I'm your master. I claimed you in front of everyone in the
Great Hall, do you remember now?" Voldemort placed one of his hands behind
Harry's back and began to rub it in a circle. Harry shuddered and he placed his
hands on Voldemort's chest, trying to get away grip from the demon's grip.
But Voldemort only pressed Harry closer to him.
"Harry, you should know that there is no escape now that I have won the
battle. Dumbledore is dead and there is no way he can protect you anymore"
His free hand touched the little boy's rounded cheek gently. He then pressed
his lips to his scar, the embroider of his forehead, for a soft kiss and gently
trailed kisses down to Harry's neck where he compressed down hard with his
teeth. Harry cried out and Voldemort laughed. His hand then reached up and
tangled in his soft, ebony hair.
"Such a pretty little boy," he murmured in a soft voice, "I'd
love to gobble you up."
He caressed Harry's raven hair over and over again. "But why not?"
Harry began to cry silently. He couldn't stand the soreness in his scar and
what Voldemort was doing to him.
He pressed his lips against Harry's cheek and this time he trailed his way to
Harry's eyelids. He kissed them off gently and he kissed the tip of his nose.
"Please, stop...Tom, please..." Harry murmured very softly. His voice
like of a child's pleading for mercy.
Voldemort had stopped. Nobody had ever called him by his true name in this
soft, beautiful, and warm voice. He removed his lips from Harry's face and
looked down at him very carefully.
"Hush, my little one. There is no need to be afraid..." His voice is
soft and clear like nothing Harry had ever heard especially coming out of the
Demon's mouth. He placed his hand on Harry's face caressing gently.
"Relax and everything will be all right. I don't have to make you suffer
if I want...but for today just relax, my little one" Voldemort leaned down
again and pressed his lips against Harry's.
Harry couldn't control himself. How could he relax right now in the embrace of
the only one that tried to kill him since he was one year old! This was getting
confusing.
Harry continued his shuddering and he gripped Voldemort's robes tightly. He
leaned forward nuzzling his *master's * chest and crying very inaudibly.
Voldemort could feel the warm tears sliding out of Harry's eyes and into his
chest. He smiled.
Look how breakable the Boy Who Lived was. So weak and naïve. Not even the
wisest could expect of this.
"Why do people cry? Hmmm? I don't understand this" Harry shuddered
and he had pulled away from Voldemort's embrace.
Harry's eyes were blotchy with tears his hair was sweaty of some parts.
Probably because of all the fear he had.
Harry backed himself away from his *master * and looked around the room. Harry
had never seen a room like this before but he was sure it was bigger and more
comfortable than Dumbledore's office.
It was decorated in Slytherin colors as well as black and white. The curtains
were green mixed with silver and the bed's sheets were black. The pillows were
white and the whole room was decorated with other furniture. Candles and
torches floating across the room dimly lighted it.
"Do you like our room, Harry?" Voldemort's reply came again and
Harry's heart began to break again.
He looked at Voldemort, his eyes mixed with confusion and fear.
'Did he just say *our room *?' Harry thought.
"Yes, Harry. This is our room. You will live here, with me whether you
like it or not...for eternity" His smile was one of victory.
"What about the other slaves...Ron?" Harry asked in a soft voice. He
didn't have the guts to yell at Voldemort.
"Ahh, you mean that red haired boy? Well, he's with Wormtail and I doubt
he would ever be nice to you friend" he laughed again and this made Harry
very apprehensive.
"What do you mean?" Harry's voice is quivering again. God, the boy
was so naïve. And Voldemort just loved naïve children...just like Harry.
"Most of my Death Eaters will treat their slaves like garbage...they would
constantly start torturing their slaves everyday without remorse. They even
might kill their own slaves..."
Harry couldn't believe any of this. Ron could be in great danger right now. He
could now see the image of Ron's decomposed dead body on the floor, shrouded in
darkness. He had to save him and his other Gryffindor friends.
"You think you can save your friends, huh?" He begins to laugh again
in the dimly lit chamber "Oh, Harry. Have you forgotten? I won the
war...no one can escape from my grasp, not even you, my most prized
possession" He leaned close to Harry and administered a soft kiss on
Harry's lips agian.
Harry was unresponsive and his scar began to burn furiously just by being
touched by his *master *. Voldemort's tongue was sliding in and out of Harry's
impassive mouth.
Harry had backed himself from Voldemort. He fell on the edge of the huge bed
and Voldemort looked at him quietly, impassive.
Harry tried to get up but whimpered in pain when he sprained his ankle from the
fall he had. He fell back on the floor and he cursed himself silently for being
so stupid and weak.
Voldemort was tired of all the watching and he got off the bed. He walked
across the bed, his black robes swishing in the silent chamber.
He looked down at Harry his eyes full of desire Harry had never seen before.
Right now Harry wished he were taller and sturdier than him so he could at
least fight him.
Voldemort leaned down and scooped Harry in his arms. He carried him to his bed
and placed him gently on the bed. He released his wand from his confines and
pointed the tip of it in Harry's acnkle murmuring a healing spell.
Harry was awe struck. For a moment he thought Voldemort might of killed him
with an Avada Kedavra curse. But right now Voldemort seemed a lot calmer...
kinder.
"I wouldn't like my most prized possession to break that easily, do
I?" He smiled viciously at Harry and Harry couldn't do a thing except
stare at his leg that was being healed by Voldemort.
Harry's ankle soon felt better and Voldemort placed his wand back into his
pocket. Voldemort placed his hand on his ankle and began to caress it and then
he massaged it slowly. Harry felt calm and wonderful now.
The Dark Lord sat next to Harry and placed one of his spidery hands on Harry's
face.
He caressed it slowly, enjoying the touch of the boy's soft and warm skin from
his own cold and thin hand. His hand trailed from his face to his neck that was
very slim; thin enough to grasp it with his whole hand. Harry had faced another
way.
He didn't want to look into those scarlet red eyes. His scar was still burning
furiously and he wished he could just bang himself on the walls right now. He
closed his eyes and rubbed his scar furiously.
He could hear Voldemort getting off the bed and opening a cabinet that was next
to the bed. He grabbed a green looking vial and took the tap off. He sat next
to Harry once again and grabbed Harry's neck gently.
He poured the potion on Harry's mouth and he coughed slightly. It had sort of a
burning sensation and Harry felt fire all over his body. He could hear
Voldemort mumbled an enchantment and in an instant the soreness in his scar had
vanished.
He opened his eyes and he could feel the tears rolling down his face freely. He
looked at Voldemort who looked at him calmly.
Harry looked at him flabbergasted. He tried to find the words to say what had
happened but couldn't. He closed his mouth and stayed quiet. He really didn't
care why he did this.
Voldemort placed his hand back to Harry's face and gently caressed it. Not
wanting to anger the demon touching him right now, he closed his eyes tightly
and tried to pretend he was in a safer place.
"Why didn't you kill me?" he whispered lightly, his eyes still
closed.
Voldemort's caress on Harry's face had not stopped and he spoke in a clear
voice.
"Because, you would make an excellent servant and the fact that I can
sense a lot of power coming from you..."He leaned forward and kissed Harry
lightly on the lips.
"And because it would be a pity killing someone so beautiful and
innocent...so pretty and innocent is what you are..."
Harry's eyes shot open and he was sick at the thought that he was blushing
terribly. Voldemort could sense and see this and his smirk expanded more.
"Ahhhh...look at yourself Harry...your blushing, don't tell me no one has
ever told you how beautiful you have become, have they? Hmmm?"
Harry shook his head and his blush was turning into heat.
"You've never been with anyone, am I right Harry?" The demon's voice
sounds amused, as he gets closer to Harry. Harry could now smell the scent of
Voldemort.
The smell of danger, of fear, and...sex. Voldemort could feel how frightened
Harry was as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
He embraced Harry tightly and Harry was shivering under him. Voldemort kissed
Harry's neck lightly and sucked him slightly.
"Have you ever been touched like this Harry?" He whispered once again
to Harry. Harry shook his head in retort.
"Ahhhh...excellent...just perfect...." he kissed Harry lightly on his
head "You're a virgin Harry....my, my, my...this sure will be fun..."
With ought discern he flung Harry on the bed lying in his back. Harry's eyes
had broadened more than ever and was looking at his *master * who was now lying
on top of Harry.
Voldemort began to undo the buttons on Harry's robes but Harry wasn't going to
give up that easily. He struggled and only made Voldemort snicker.
"So your not so weak as I thought..."
Harry fought back and back until he felt his energy wearing off. Voldemort had
Harry pinned under him and Harry felt the tears coming back to his emerald
eyes.
The Dark Lord leaned forward and kissed the tears away.
"Why are you crying Harry...I haven't even started...yet" Harry could
feel his chuckle ringing against his ears.
Voldemort had now undone Harry's button robe. He was wearing his usual Hogwarts
uniform. Voldemort snickered.
"So very Gryffindor..." He grabbed his wand and pointed it at Harry.
He murmured a spell and Harry felt his shirt taken off.
It was laid aside next to the robe.
"Why...why are you doing this..." He chocked down a sob.
"Because...I want to claim you fully...I want to see you begging me for
your mercy...I want to see you break, my precious little boy" Voldemort
replied coldly and at the same time he was now unzipping Harry's jeans. He
began to caress Harry's quivering belly as he slid his pants down, the boxers
going down with them.
"Please...please don't do this...I'm begging you...please" His voice
is soft and clear like a Siren.
"That's it Harry, beg me for your mercy...beg me to death" he laughs
once again.
"What is it that you want of me..." Harry spoke
Voldemort smiled cruelly, his lipless mouth almost disappearing from his
serpentine face.
"Everything...I want everything from you...your soul, your mind, your
body, your devotion, your love, EVERYTHING... I want you by my side,
Harry"
Harry shivered at this revelation. He never expected this in his whole life
especially from his former enemy, Lord Voldemort. Harry shook his head and
stared at the floor.
"Harry, you'll have to give yourself to me whether you like it or not...
And I know just the way to have you completely..." Voldemort chuckled
softly, close to Harry's ear.
"What?" Harry asked perplexed.
"If you don't fully devote yourself to me, to be mine forever...then I'm
afraid I'll have to force you the hard and painful way..."
"What is it that you mean?" Harry's voice was barely than a whisper.
"You do care about your friends, don't you Harry? You care so much about
them you would sacrifice your own life for them... I've always know you were
very sweet ..."
"You mean...you'll...." Harry stuttered.
"Hmmmmm...." Voldemort stood up and surveyed Harry closely.
"Give in to me Harry...devote yourself to me.... be at my side"
"I-I-I-I can't...I just can't give myself to a killer like you..."
"Why? Hmm?"
"You tried to kill me when I was a child and you murdered my parents...I
just can't give myself to a killer....I can't..." Harry sobbed quietly,
hoping that the beast would leave.
Voldemort sighed and stared at the fire. "I'm afraid Harry that I have no
choice...Wormtail!!"
Harry looked perplexed and afraid. 'What will he do?'
Suddenly something big emerged from the fire. First the head, the arms, the
torso then the whole body. Wormtail appeared and bowed deeply to his master.
"You called, My Lord?"
"Do you, by any means, have a servant named Ronald Weasley?"
Voldemort questioned Wormtail softly.
"Yes, My Lord"
"Good. I want you to kill him without mercy..."
Wormtail looked astonished as if he didn't want to kill his new servant. But
looking at the huge figure of his master, he couldn't do a thing but to obey
his master's command. He nodded.
"NO!! NO PLEASE DON'T!!" Harry screamed horribly.
Voldemort whirled around and looked at his most prized possession. His smile
widened.
"You dare say no to me Harry? You dare say 'no' to your master?"
Harry jumped out of the luxurious bed and ran towards Voldemort. He kneeled
down and begged Voldemort.
"Please, please don't kill my friend. Please. He's like a brother to me,
please!!" His tears were now falling freely from his eyes, now crying a
river. Like salted raindrops falling from his sweet innocent face.
Voldemort looked at him calmly as if thinking his request.
Harry stood up and embraced his arms around Voldemort's waist. He began
whimpering silently in his arms. Voldemort smiled and embraced the whimpering
child.
His embrace was warm and tight.
"Please...please...it's all I ask...." Harry sobbed.
"Hush, Harry. Hush. There's no need to cry..." Voldemort whispered
lightly caressing Harry raven black hair. He began to rub circles around
Harry's back. He looked over at Wormtail and shook his head, which Wormtail
sighed in relief. He left without delay.
Obviously, Voldemort had changed his mind and Wormtail was grateful about it.
"Please....anything but them....I-I-I..." Harry continued to sob.
"Harry..." Voldemort placed one of his hands gently around Harry's
chin, forcing him to look at the demon. His other arm was still wrapped around
Harry's waist, tightly. "If you don't want any of your dear friends to
suffer then you know what you must do..."
"But...but...bu-" Harry was silenced when Voldemort placed one of his
fingers on Harry's lips.
"You know what you must do..." He leaned forward and slid his tongue
over Harry's lower lip. "You know..."
"I-I-I-I can't...."
Voldemort eyed Harry. He turned to face the fire again and ready to call
Wormtail again.
"NO!! Alright...I-I-I will...I will join you...I'll be yours..."
Voldemort smiled. "What else..."
"My Lord...I'll join you My Lord..."
"Good Harry, very good..."
All Harry knew was that his *master * was kissing him, and that his tongue was
doing something deliciously heavenly to his lower lip. He felt Voldemort's lips
brushing against the child's lips with a light feathery touch, in a shape of a
gently kiss.
Harry closed his eyes, accepting his fate and giving himself to his master. He
let Voldemort undress him slowly. He let his hands traverse against his body.
He let him kiss and nibble and bite wherever made Harry moan in pleasure and
despair.
Slowly...slowly.
He knew there was no escape from the darkness that was kissing and embracing
him lovingly and tightly.
He knew there was no hope in this world.
There was no choice at all.
TBC
A/N: I've decided I should probably do an NC-17 version of this story in
SnitchFiction.net!!! I don't know when but I'm sure I will. Probably much
better with more action and you know what the hell I'm talking about!!! Please
Read and Review!!
