Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the story and characters belong to
J. K. Rowling
Please forgive my errors! I'm not a great editor, but I TRY! ^_^
Oh and Harry is going in to Sixth year just to let you know. Snape will come along as well! So all you potions master fans, ye got to wait!
Rated: R Contains: Blood, violence, gore, Yaoi [Male/male relationships], abused, rape, depression, and some sillyness later on.^_^
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
And on with the story!
Voldemort was sitting on his throne looking rather bored. His death eaters were out for the night, Voldemort so graciously told them to get out of his sight before he avada kedavra all of them. His pet Nagini slowly slithered up its master, she could feel that he was in a bad mood.
~Master? What troubles you so?~ Deep crimson eyes looked deeply into Nagini's worried ones.
~ Ah, my faithful pet, my troubles cannot be solved by you. ~ He hissed out in parsoltounge.
~ Then who my Lord? ~ Letting out a sigh the dark lord closed his eyes a brushed a strand of his graying hair away from his face.
~ I wish I knew myself. . . ~ and wish he did, for quite some time now the dark lord had a sense of something missing in his life. He had power, he had his reputation, a wonderful obedient pet and death eaters, but something was still not complete, he was not complete. If only he knew what it was that mocked him so. Dumbledoor most likely knew, the old git knew everything. 'Blast him! He's laughing at me right now I know it, he's always laughing at me, because of something he has?'
Voldemort thought for a moment, 'what does the old man have that I don't? What does he posses that will make me complete?'
"DAMN IT ALL!" Standing abruptly from his throne Voldemort began to pace the dark room in thought. Nagini took this time to watch her master intently.
~ Perhaps you should sleep on it master? It will do no good to stress yourself out now. ~ Voldemort glared at his pet and for a moment Nagini thought that she would be on the receiving end of a crutacious curse. However, the dark lord's eyes softened and he gave a small grin.
~ Perhaps you are right my pet, a nights sleep would do me well. ~ With that he quickly marched off to his quarters, leaving a relieved Nagini behind.
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Harry Potter was not having a good summer. He knew that once he saw the look in his uncle's eyes when he got back, things were going to be rough. He was tormented by Dudley, not to mention that damned Smelting's stick he loves so much. But he was made to do all the chores and cook three meals a day for the family, leaving hardly any left behind for him.
The worst part of all was Vernon. It had been years since he was physically abused by him, but now he had no problem smashing his fist into Harry's stomach whenever he so please.
At the present time the Boy Who Lived was nursing some bruised ribs and a deep gash in his shoulder due to the broken plate he dropped. Vernon had decided at that time to attack Harry with a large broken portion of the plate, and not only having him clean up the pieces but the bloody mess that came with it. Sighing, Harry leaned back against a blood stained wall and wished Hedwig would get back soon.
Harry had owled Sirius hoping he would write back, for he hadn't done so all summer. Not even Hermione, who was still trying to convince Ron, to get over the fight he and Harry had at the end of fifth year had contacted him.
The fight was over Draco Malfoy who denied the Dark Mark and decided to join the side of the light. Harry was ecstatic and being the kind noble boy he was, befriended Draco right away. Unfortunately Ron had a big problem with this and refused to be kind to Malfoy setting off fireworks between him and Harry. Luckily Draco was able to stay at Hogwarts for the summer in fear of a slow and painful death by his father Lucious, who was not pleased at his sons betrayal.
Harry doesn't care much though anymore, he figures his life is better off not living. He still has dreams of Voldemort torturing and killing muggles and wizards where when he wakes up his scar is burning and bleeding profusely. His parents and Cedric taunt him every night saying that if he was never born they would still be alive.
"The Dursleys are right, I am nothing, I should have died that night." Slipping a small army knife from his oversized jeans, Harry slashed away at the skin until his whole forearm was covered in blood. Slowly his eyes began to close as exhaustion kicked in and sent Harry into the dream world.
OOOOOOOOOOOOODREAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Voldemort was in a meadow, the grass swaying softly in the warm breeze. The moon was full in the sky and its glow illuminated the whole area. Looking around the dark lord caught sight of a small hill in the middle of the meadow where it looked as though one lone figure stood upon it.
Curious, Voldemort walked through the grass towards the hill and the figure. He could feel his heart speed up and now desperately needed to know who the mystery person was. Coming upon the mound Voldemort nearly froze in shock at the sight of his mystery man. It was none other than Harry Potter! The Boy Who Wouldn't Die, no matter what he threw at him. But there was something different about him now that he focused completely on his body and face.
The boy was absolutely stunning! His perfect slender body [perhaps too slender] stood just under six feet. Obviously the boy had grown since there last encounter. His messy ebony hair shined and framed his lovely face perfectly. While his full pink lips begged to be kissed his slender nose and high cheekbones made him the epiphany of loveliness. But the one thing that stood out the most were his eyes, those bright green eyes that glowed in the moonlight, and for a second Voldemort thought that those eyes could bewitch the strongest of creatures. Yes, Potter was a true thing of beauty; something the Gods themselves would never share. Voldemort never looked more pleased.
'This is what's been missing from me, this is my child, and he will belong to me. . . ,'
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I'm sorry that it was kinda short! Ohhhhh its jes the beginning! Please R&R, tell me what you think!
Please forgive my errors! I'm not a great editor, but I TRY! ^_^
Oh and Harry is going in to Sixth year just to let you know. Snape will come along as well! So all you potions master fans, ye got to wait!
Rated: R Contains: Blood, violence, gore, Yaoi [Male/male relationships], abused, rape, depression, and some sillyness later on.^_^
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
And on with the story!
Voldemort was sitting on his throne looking rather bored. His death eaters were out for the night, Voldemort so graciously told them to get out of his sight before he avada kedavra all of them. His pet Nagini slowly slithered up its master, she could feel that he was in a bad mood.
~Master? What troubles you so?~ Deep crimson eyes looked deeply into Nagini's worried ones.
~ Ah, my faithful pet, my troubles cannot be solved by you. ~ He hissed out in parsoltounge.
~ Then who my Lord? ~ Letting out a sigh the dark lord closed his eyes a brushed a strand of his graying hair away from his face.
~ I wish I knew myself. . . ~ and wish he did, for quite some time now the dark lord had a sense of something missing in his life. He had power, he had his reputation, a wonderful obedient pet and death eaters, but something was still not complete, he was not complete. If only he knew what it was that mocked him so. Dumbledoor most likely knew, the old git knew everything. 'Blast him! He's laughing at me right now I know it, he's always laughing at me, because of something he has?'
Voldemort thought for a moment, 'what does the old man have that I don't? What does he posses that will make me complete?'
"DAMN IT ALL!" Standing abruptly from his throne Voldemort began to pace the dark room in thought. Nagini took this time to watch her master intently.
~ Perhaps you should sleep on it master? It will do no good to stress yourself out now. ~ Voldemort glared at his pet and for a moment Nagini thought that she would be on the receiving end of a crutacious curse. However, the dark lord's eyes softened and he gave a small grin.
~ Perhaps you are right my pet, a nights sleep would do me well. ~ With that he quickly marched off to his quarters, leaving a relieved Nagini behind.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Harry Potter was not having a good summer. He knew that once he saw the look in his uncle's eyes when he got back, things were going to be rough. He was tormented by Dudley, not to mention that damned Smelting's stick he loves so much. But he was made to do all the chores and cook three meals a day for the family, leaving hardly any left behind for him.
The worst part of all was Vernon. It had been years since he was physically abused by him, but now he had no problem smashing his fist into Harry's stomach whenever he so please.
At the present time the Boy Who Lived was nursing some bruised ribs and a deep gash in his shoulder due to the broken plate he dropped. Vernon had decided at that time to attack Harry with a large broken portion of the plate, and not only having him clean up the pieces but the bloody mess that came with it. Sighing, Harry leaned back against a blood stained wall and wished Hedwig would get back soon.
Harry had owled Sirius hoping he would write back, for he hadn't done so all summer. Not even Hermione, who was still trying to convince Ron, to get over the fight he and Harry had at the end of fifth year had contacted him.
The fight was over Draco Malfoy who denied the Dark Mark and decided to join the side of the light. Harry was ecstatic and being the kind noble boy he was, befriended Draco right away. Unfortunately Ron had a big problem with this and refused to be kind to Malfoy setting off fireworks between him and Harry. Luckily Draco was able to stay at Hogwarts for the summer in fear of a slow and painful death by his father Lucious, who was not pleased at his sons betrayal.
Harry doesn't care much though anymore, he figures his life is better off not living. He still has dreams of Voldemort torturing and killing muggles and wizards where when he wakes up his scar is burning and bleeding profusely. His parents and Cedric taunt him every night saying that if he was never born they would still be alive.
"The Dursleys are right, I am nothing, I should have died that night." Slipping a small army knife from his oversized jeans, Harry slashed away at the skin until his whole forearm was covered in blood. Slowly his eyes began to close as exhaustion kicked in and sent Harry into the dream world.
OOOOOOOOOOOOODREAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Voldemort was in a meadow, the grass swaying softly in the warm breeze. The moon was full in the sky and its glow illuminated the whole area. Looking around the dark lord caught sight of a small hill in the middle of the meadow where it looked as though one lone figure stood upon it.
Curious, Voldemort walked through the grass towards the hill and the figure. He could feel his heart speed up and now desperately needed to know who the mystery person was. Coming upon the mound Voldemort nearly froze in shock at the sight of his mystery man. It was none other than Harry Potter! The Boy Who Wouldn't Die, no matter what he threw at him. But there was something different about him now that he focused completely on his body and face.
The boy was absolutely stunning! His perfect slender body [perhaps too slender] stood just under six feet. Obviously the boy had grown since there last encounter. His messy ebony hair shined and framed his lovely face perfectly. While his full pink lips begged to be kissed his slender nose and high cheekbones made him the epiphany of loveliness. But the one thing that stood out the most were his eyes, those bright green eyes that glowed in the moonlight, and for a second Voldemort thought that those eyes could bewitch the strongest of creatures. Yes, Potter was a true thing of beauty; something the Gods themselves would never share. Voldemort never looked more pleased.
'This is what's been missing from me, this is my child, and he will belong to me. . . ,'
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I'm sorry that it was kinda short! Ohhhhh its jes the beginning! Please R&R, tell me what you think!