Fallen
by Yih
Disclaimer: This is slash. If that squeaks you, avoid it and don't read it! It will contain possibly all the following pairings: HP/LV, HP/LM, HP/SS, LV/LM, LV/SS, LM/SS.
Beta: Blackumbridge
Additional Note: Go reread Chapter 1 where there was a duplication, somehow a 300 word scene was replaced by the duplication.
I have fallen
There is no escape
This is my destiny
My fate is yours
Do what you will
I am yours
I have fallen
Fallen hard for you
Save me
I need you
I want you
For I love you
2: Growth (December 10, 2003)
He was afraid that when Harry grew up that he would have problems speaking everyday speech since he'd grown up primarily speaking parseltongue with Nagini and himself. But Nagini reassured him that if he spoke English with the young child, Harry would respond in kind. After all, neither he nor Harry truly were consciously aware they were speaking another language until they thought about it. Parseltongue just happened naturally.
As always, Nagini was right. Even though Harry had never spoken a word of English in his life, when Voldemort spoke his name for the first time--- Harry had responded with "Tom." It seemed he was breaking every rule with this precious child. He swore no one would ever say his given name, but he allowed Harry. He also swore he'd never care enough to have a weakness, but Harry was definitely a weakness of his.
Why he hadn't changed Harry's name still caught him off guard at times. By all rights, Harry was his and he could have changed his name without the young child ever knowing. He didn't, it suited the child--- it meant "power." Besides while he might be considered a parental figure to Harry, Harry didn't consider him one. Harry saw Nagini as his mother and his caretaker, "Tom" was a friend and a playmate. He guessed that was only right since he saw Harry infrequently.
He couldn't very well spend his days with the brilliant child without being questioned. A Dark Lord had considerable busywork. It was annoying. He was supposed to be killing mudbloods and their supporters, but half the time he was stuck behind a desk with a terrible load of paperwork. No wonder the Ministry was so ineffectual. And oh yes, Harry was brilliant. There was no doubt. And there was a reason… every true Slytherin was.
It had taken him months to find the spell, but when he had--- he'd hardly been surprised when the spell had confirmed that Harry was part of the Slytherin bloodline. He descended all the way to Salazar Slytherin through his daughter while Voldemort descended from the son. They had both inherited Salazar's dark good looks, Voldemort mused as he studied the calm image Harry made drawing a portrait of Nagini.
Surprising though when he thought what a waste it had been to kill Lily Evans. No wonder she'd been such a powerful witch. No muggleborn could be that strong nor that brilliant. Voldemort sighed inside as he took a seat behind where Harry was sitting. He enjoyed watching the young boy. It reminded of him of something more peaceful, more pleasant than he'd grown accustomed too. It was a nice difference.
{Very nice,} Nagini commented as she rested her head on Harry's shoulder. {You're very talented at drawing.}
Harry smiled. It still amazed Voldemort how Harry still radiated innocence after associating as closely as he did with him. Then again, he did keep Harry awfully protected. Harry had never once set foot outside of the mansion, not once in his 5 years. It was too dangerous. No one must learn of Harry's presence, not when he was a weakness to him, not until he was strong enough to defend himself. Then, then Voldemort would show the world his protégée.
{Thank you,} Harry responded, putting the finishing touches on the snake he'd drawn.
Yes, Harry did show extraordinary talent for drawing. He'd already begun to read, and Voldemort had found a difficult time finding beginning magic books for Harry to devour. He couldn't very well go out and buy some without questions being raised. He'd had a devil of a time hunting around in the attic for his old Hogwarts books, but he'd found them. The reward for finding them had been worth the time spent.
Harry had surpassed his wildest expectations when he'd performed a few of the first year spells without a wand. He hadn't thought that Harry would even be capable of doing any magic without a wand, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to give the capable child some solid magical background. He still debated on whether or not he'd be sending Harry to Hogwarts or not. He knew without a doubt Harry's name was on the list. If there was a child that was meant for Hogwarts, it was Harry.
He was distracted from his thoughts when he felt Harry's hand tug at his robes. He hadn't thought that Harry had known he was in the room, but he should never underestimate him. He found himself somewhat smiling at the pure child, wondering what Harry wanted. {I want to show you something,} Harry hissed. {I learned this today.}
Voldemort nodded encouragingly, finding himself intrigued by whatever Harry wanted to show him. Harry might be a child, but he was an incredibly creative not to mention strong wizard for his age. Waving his hand as he shouted, {Movere!} The serpent started swaying rhythmically, what was even more impressive was that the snake moved wherever Harry moved his hand. Clever. Clever boy.
{Very good,} Voldemort complimented him sincerely. {I'm very impressed.}
Smiling good-naturedly, Harry handed the piece of paper to him. {This is for you. It's your present.}
{My present?}
Harry nodded happily. {Nagini told me it was your birthday. Happy birthday!}
Voldemort was reminded then and there that no matter how talented or mature that Harry was at most times, he was still a child. Launching himself at Voldemort, Harry wrapped his short arms surprisingly strongly around his waist. Before Voldemort knew what Harry intended to do, Harry had kissed him affectionately on the lips.
The kiss wasn't sexual, and it was a kiss like nothing that Voldemort had ever experienced before. This was a kiss of innocent love, not stained with dark sexual desires. It was strangely sweet and moving. Voldemort suppressed the urge to laugh bitterly, if he had gotten love like that when he was younger would he have turned out to be the most powerful Dark Lord since Grindelwald?
He didn't know. It was something to ponder.
"I've been waiting for you," Lucius declared in a smooth and controlled voice. It had taken five years, but Voldemort was very pleased with the way that Lucius was turning out. He would never be his protégée, that position was reserved for Harry, but Lucius was an extremely worthy right hand man. "I believe it's your birthday, is it not?" Of course Lucius knew it was. "I have something special for you."
Voldemort didn't doubt he did. Every year since Lucius had come under his service, he had given him a gift. He was the only Death Eater who dared, but then being the favorite gave him some security and presumption. Every year it was the same gift, only twisted and more tempting than the last. It still staggered him how original Lucius could be about sex after all the things they'd done.
"And it's not the usual."
That was certainly surprising. Lucius usually never missed the opportunity to get into his bed, and he was normally more obliging when it was on his birthday. Perhaps he felt that way because Lucius was the only one who went out of his way thinking of a gift for him. He enjoyed the thought and the inevitable pleasure that it led to. Raising an eyebrow up, Voldemort asked softly, "Then what?"
Lucius withdrew a small package from inside his cloak and waved his wand over it. The shrunken package immediately grew into a marvelously wrapped present. Voldemort eyed it with detached indifference even though inside he was far from disinterested. What could Lucius have possibly gotten him that he didn't already have in some form or fashion? It was intriguing to say the least.
"Go ahead," Lucius murmured. "Open it, my Lord." He reached for it and was about to shred the wrapping with his wand when Lucius stopped him. "Open it with your hands. I didn't spend the time wrapping it personally to have you take it apart with magic. I want you to actually open one. You haven't before, have you?"
He hadn't, but how did Lucius know that? He might trust Lucius more out of all his Death Eaters, but he didn't trust Lucius that much. But since Lucius had gone through the trouble of wrapping it, and as he rested his hands on it--- he could tell that Lucius wasn't lying. He had wrapped it personally and without magic. Remarkable. He didn't know that Lucius knew how to wrap presents the muggle way.
"If it so pleases you," Voldemort murmured carelessly as he untied the various ribbons and started tearing away at the paper with efficiency. While he remained detached, his anticipation was building when he'd finished ripping away at the gift wrapping. Lifting the lid off the box, his eyes widened with shock. Where had Lucius found this?
"I thought it would please you, my Lord--- my lover," Lucius whispered softly, his arms wrapping around Voldemort's waist and his lips descending toward his Lord's neck where he kissed it. "You know that I love you."
Staring down at a book that he thought he'd never see ever. Rumors had been spread that it existed, but Voldemort had never found it. Never in all his searches through the wizarding world, he had never managed to find a trace of it. How had Lucius? His eyes narrowed. It seemed that Lucius had been keeping secrets from him. Should he punish him? No one wisely kept secrets from him, especially not this--- The Dark Arts of Salazar Slytherin.
He placed the book reverently back into the velvet lined box and whirled around in such swift manner that he managed to pin Lucius underneath him. Glancing down with rage in his eyes, he was surprised to see a warmth and a desperation he'd never seen in Lucius's steel gray eyes before. So Lucius loved him? He hid the cruel smile that wanted to grace his lips. If it was ever foolish to love someone, it was to love him. He loved no one. He didn't have that ability.
"You are foolish," Voldemort hissed. "But you are very good." He saw the relief and the longing cross Lucius face before he bent his head down to capture Lucius's lips in a kiss of domination. It was the direct opposite of the innocent kiss that Harry had given him. This kiss was about possession and everything that was dark desire. He didn't have to coax Lucius to open his mouth, he did so willingly.
His tongue invaded Lucius's mouth while his hands ripped away at Lucius's trousers. Lucius said he loved him, but he knew the truth. Lucius craved his touch. Lucius didn't know how to love anything but sex. Neither did he. He'd give Lucius what he wanted. A small part of him thought he should punish Lucius, but then again--- who knew what else Lucius might possess? Maybe he could play with Lucius's theory of love. What else did Lucius have that he needed?
Love could be a tiresome thing. Love could also be a brilliant manipulation of power. Love could be the ultimate downfall. A malicious gleam glistened in his crimson eyes, it was good that Lucius was too busy moaning to realize that Voldemort wasn't making a sound--- that he was functioning in an entirely mechanical way--- a way that he knew would elicit the loudest, most frenzied screams from his foolish lover.
He snuggled against the cool scales of Nagini's sleek sides. {Do you think he liked it?}
{He liked it,} she assured him, her tail wrapping around his waist comfortably. {The drawing was very well done. I was very pleased with how you captured me. No one has ever done a portrait of me.}
{Why not?} he asked with a child's curiosity.
{Because I am a serpent,} she explained simply. {Portraits aren't made of snakes.}
{You're more than a snake though,} he protested. {You're my mentor--- my mother.}
Her tongue flicked out to touch the tip of Harry's nose. It was the closest thing to a kiss that she could give to him. {And you are my child,} she hissed possessively, her tail tightening around him. {You are my Harry.}
He rubbed his cheek slowly up and down her side. {I love you, Nagini.}
She placed her head down on his cheek. {I love you too.}
{Nagini?}
{Yes?}
His piercing green eyes gazed into her yellow ones with a determined intensity. It was the same kind of concentration that she'd often seen in Tom. {Can I ask you something?}
{You can ask me anything.}
{Why can't I go outside?}
When he asked his question, she took note of how unnaturally pale his skin was. It was ghostly white since he had never had the sun touch his skin. She knew that it must be hard for him to be cooped up in her lair all the time, but it was for his safety and for Tom's. If anyone learned he existed, it could be used against her Tom. And as precious as Harry was to her, Tom was her Master, her Lord, her Everything.
{It is not safe for you,} she told him gently. {If it was, you would be able to go outside. Do you doubt us, Harry? We only want to keep you safe from harm. The outside world can be a very dangerous place.}
He nodded slowly. {I wish though,} he whispered softly, {to be able to see it once. I don't even want to go far. I just want to step aside once, Nagini. I don't even know how the sun feels.}
She flicked her tongue out understandingly. It was a lot to ask of Harry. To stay locked up in a dim room most of the day and then only late at night being able to wander around parts of the mansion. While Harry showed abnormal maturity, he was still a child first and foremost. Maybe she ought to ask Tom to let Harry out one day.
{I'll speak to Tom.}
{Would you?}
{I will,} she promised. {Now go to sleep Harry. It's quite late and you need your rest.}
{Yes, Nagini. Good night. Sweet dreams.}
{Good night, Harry,} she murmured. {Pleasant dreams to you too.}
She waited until he'd fallen into the steady breathing pattern that indicated he'd hit deep sleep. Once she was certain that if she moved that he wouldn't wake up, she slithered out of the room and made her way to Voldemort's bedroom. She wasn't surprised to hear Lucius's typical moaning; she only hoped that the silencing charms that Voldemort had placed on and around her lair were strong enough to deflect Lucius's scream of satisfaction.
Really for such an elegant man, he was entirely too vocal when he was being shagged by her Tom. She waited until the noise had died down a bit before slipping into the master bedroom. She made sure to not flick her tongue too much, she didn't need to smell the scent of sex. The visualization she was sure to see was quite enough.
{Tom,} she hissed as she made her way toward the majestic bed. {I need to talk to you.}
Voldemort lifted his head up from the bed and she was glad to see that Lucius's form was covered by the silken sheets. She had made good timing, she concluded. They had finished whatever they'd started though they probably weren't done. She knew for a fact that Lucius never left until daybreak when he spent the nights, which was fairly often. As often as Voldemort would allow him.
{Yes, Nagini?} his voice was languid, tired from being thoroughly satisfied. At least the insufferable Malfoy was good for something. She might not like the arrogance the Malfoy man showed, but as long as he continued to please her Tom she would endure his condescending attitude.
{There is something I must ask you to do.}
{You know that all you need to do is ask.}
She could see that Lucius's interest was piqued, it was horribly sweet that he didn't have any idea what they were talking about. Even if she could talk in human tongue, she much preferred the sensuality of her own language. {Harry has asked me why he is never allowed outside. I think that he should be allowed outside once in a while. He has never felt the sun on his skin, Tom.}
Voldemort realized this. But it was also dangerous. That was why he'd never dared to take Harry out at broad daylight, and well at night he was otherwise occupied. When he didn't take Lucius to his bed, he was tied up making plans to conquer the wizarding world. The time that he made almost everyday to see Harry was usually in the mornings before the demands of his job became urgent.
{I will consider it.}
{You know that he needs to go out. He's pale like death,} she hissed assertively. She could be quite demanding and domineering when she needed to be. If she hadn't been, she never would have reined in some of Tom's less brilliant plans. {He's a young boy, Tom. He needs to do what boys do. Play around in the sun.}
{You agreed with me initially that it wasn't a good idea for Harry to go outside, that it was too dangerous! Are you now a hypocrite, Nagini?}
She narrowed her yellow eyes into menacing slits. There was no one but her that would give Tom a piece of her mind. She had no reason to fear him. Even if he was royally enraged with her, she did not fear for life. She knew he would never kill her. He couldn't. If he did, it would be like ripping himself apart. She didn't assume her importance to him; she knew.
{No, but he's older now. Before he was young. He can perform some magic. When you get him a wand, I know he'll be able to perform defensive spells. And you can always perform a glamour charm on him if you're so afraid of someone recognizing him.}
{I will consider it,} he repeated firmly. {Now please leave, Nagini. I know you take no pleasure in seeing what I crave to do to Lucius.} He was right, she didn't.
{I want your answer tomorrow morning.}
{You will have it.}
Author's Note: Your reviews have been awesome! Keep up the good work. Finals were depressing, so I'm depressed now. Wasn't Harry cute? If you want to know progress or anything or previews of anything go to my livejournal (link is in the profile) and if you want chapter alerts (join the mirror_of_paradox ML also in profile). And yes, there will definitely be HP/LV slash. I debate on HP/DM since it's my least favorite Harry/Slytherin pairing to write (obviously I haven't done that much HP/DM), but there may be overtones but it definitely won't be one of the main pairings. Harry does grow up and whether or not he attends Hogwarts, you'll need to read won't you? Enjoy and keep reviewing!
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Clairvoyant Snake: Harry doesn't want to acknowledge that it is a human, it easier to kill something that's innocent and pure if it's an it!
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