** Such Sweet Innocence **

* By Mistress Potter *

A/N: Poof!! God, these chapters took so long for me, but now! Ta-dah! They're now here for you my beloved readers. It's always a pleasure to please you all!

By the way here's a fan art gallery website I had always wanted to picture Harry ever since I started my two stories. He looks so adorable!!

Email me if you want to know what the url is. My computer can't upload a website to my Microsoft Word shit.

Peace Out!! ^^ (There seems to be a problem with snitchfiction.net! I can't post any chapters for now.)

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Kisses.

Kisses.

Kisses.

Cold but loving kisses across the soft and pale back of the boy.

Cold but loving kisses across the back of young Harry Potter.

His cheeks were stained with his dry tears after all the weeping he did. He cried so much he often fell to sleep as Voldemort, the Supreme Ruler of the world, kissed his oh so sweet back.

Voldemort held him close, his arms around the boy's waist.

Before Harry had fallen, the Dark Lord ripped away his innocence, leaving Harry whimper frenziedly.

There was always something that made Harry believe there was no hope in this world anymore.

Flashback

The boy wrapped his small pale arms around Voldemort's neck, crying in his shoulder and telling him it hurt.

Voldemort smiled wickedly and he bit his lip as he began to move his hips back and then slowly forth into the boy. After a few moments, a rather erotic moan escaped Harry's lips.

The older man grinned knowing that he had found his sensitive spot and plunged into him deeply.

Harry held him tighter still, the pain indeed fading…and the pleasure emerging.

He let Voldemort devour him with soft and quick hungry kisses that went faster than any second.

He didn't even stopped when Harry fell to sleep in his arms.

End of Flashback

Harry fluttered his eyes open as he moved his back away from the searching tongue of his master. The older man stood up and looked down at his young servant with yearning eyes.

"Good morning…"

Harry looked up and to Voldemort's surprise, he didn't even flinch at his touch and neither did he seem scared of him at all.

Harry knew this.

He knew nothing of what happened was a dream.

It was all real.

A nightmare at the least.

His friends and fellows being claimed by Dark Wizards… Harry being claimed by Voldemort… and his master's soft, hungry kisses and touches, against his soft white skin.

Harry blinked away his tears that were about to emerge from his eyes.

"Harry…"

"No…no…no" Harry sobbed quietly.

"Yes…yes…Harry.."

Harry closed his eyes and turned away from the beast ahead of him.

Voldemort leaned down and took his boy's face in his hands as he pulled his head back to face him.

"Open your eyes, my dear boy…" he whispered.

Harry shook his head, unable to comply not wanting to see the lust burning in his master's eyes.

"Open them, I say…"his voice seemed harsher than ever before.

Harry gasped, his eyes flying open.

"Never forget that I own you, my dear beautiful boy…" the Dark Lord murmured, and gently smoothed his thumb over his Harry's soft blushing cheek  "Your mine…body and soul…I can unmake you just as easily…"

He hesitated for a moment, before finally moving closer to Harry's small soft lips. He closed his eyes, and kissed him slowly, coaxing open his mouth for his tongue to invade.

Harry winced but did not struggle to push away the beast invading his mouth.

He lay there until Voldemort pulled away his eyes still on the boy's face.

Harry looked pale, almost ill.

"Where are my friends and godfather?" Harry's voice was broken with so much grief and fear.

Smile kept in place, Voldemort retorted. "They're in their cells taking a break…"

Harry looked up and pleaded softly. "Please…please let me see him…let me see how Sirius is…that's all I ask…"

He grabbed gently Voldemort's dark robe.

"My dear boy…do not worry for him…he's perfectly fine" he chuckled softly before he tilted his face against Harry's cheek.

He bit it slightly before he trailed down his neck leaving ever so wet…so full.

"I don't believe you…"Harry pulled away from his lips and gently began to raise up from the bed and grabbed a bed sheet that was lying on the floor.

He wrapped it around himself after all the coldness he felt going through his whole body. He walked himself to a corner and sat there, thinking if his friends and his godfather were safe and sound. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't heart soft footsteps heading towards him.

Harry couldn't help himself but to cry quietly. He wanted to see his friends all right…but not as desperately as he wanted to see Sirius.

'I hope you're all right Sirius' Harry thought. He loved his godfather so much he would do anything just to see him.

Anything.

But soon his thoughts were flushed away as he felt fingers running up and down his exposed smooth legs.

Harry opened his eyes reluctantly and a mixture of pain and fear showed in them.

Voldemort smirked at him…but not evilly…"My dear boy…I do know what's going on in your mind…" he whispered gently as he leaned his face closer to Harry's. "You must really love your godfather…don't you, my angel?"

A sob rose up on Harry's throat. He nodded in defeat as if there was no escape from those demonic eyes. Voldemort chuckled softly and placed one hand on Harry's shoulder, the other one creeping up his smooth leg.

"Please, my Lord" Harry whispered "don't kill my godfather…don't hurt him please…" as he did before he grabbed the older man's robes gently and begged him to spare the life of his godfather.

"Please let me see him…I want to talk to him…"

Voldemort's smile faded and scooped Harry in his arms. He was carried gently as he cried desperately.

He felt himself being laid down in the soft mattress of the bed both Voldemort and Harry shared. He whimpered even more when Voldemort slipped his hand between his legs and began stroking him to full erection, slowly and carefully.

Harry even shamefully spread his legs farther apart when he felt pleasure emerge up to his groin.

"Ohhhhhh…" Harry moaned and whimpered at the same time. He felt lips touch his erection and a feeling of cold saliva around it.

Then kisses. More kisses were placed on Harry's stomach as Voldemort trailed up his chest.

"Ahhhhh…" Voldemort moaned as he kissed Harry's neck. Voldemort enjoyed this ecstasy he was through.

But deep inside of him didn't. He wanted Harry to enjoy this and not cry afterwards. So he pulled away and once again he looked down to Harry's eyes.

Harry breathed hard after Voldemort's lips touched his forehead leaving the shape of a gentle kiss.

Subsequent to he stood up and straightened his robes. Harry shifted a little but shivered when a cool clammy hand was running through his skin.

He was extremely tired now. His energy gone.

His Lord grabbed the bed sheet and covered it around the boy's tiresome body. He tucked it in neatly and kissed his forehead once more.

He pointed his wand to Harry's head and murmured a sleeping spell.

Afterwards, he left his room leaving the boy to his sleep.

 TBC

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