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
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
3: Adolescence (December 10, 2003 to December 12, 2003) ßdate written
He never saw the light of the sun until he was 7. It was his birthday present from Voldemort. As much pleasure as he derived from finally being able to stand in the sun, he took far more joy in the wand that he'd been allowed to get at Ollivander's. Underneath a terribly obscured glamour and untraceable charm, he'd been secreted by Voldemort to Diagon Alley to buy his wand.
He was made to look older, old enough to purchase a wand since most children didn't get wands until they were about to attend Hogwarts. Voldemort had thought it was imperative that he got one now, especially when his wandless magic had gotten out of hand when he'd tried to perform some of the more difficult spells. Harry had been keenly disappointed to realize there were limitations to his wandless capabilities.
"It is nothing to be ashamed of. You are young, Harry. Your magic will continue to grow as you grow. Even I experienced limitations when I was learning magic, and you are far more advanced than I was at your age."
Nagini had told him the same thing. That he had nothing to worry about, he would grow and his powers would grow with him. Maybe he was being foolish, but there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to impress Voldemort. He worshipped the stately older wizard with an unreachable passion. He only wished he could spend more time with him, but Voldemort was always away. Always gone. Rarely present.
That's why his 7th birthday had been so special. His subsequent birthdays had failed to live up to that one, but they hadn't been bad. It was just so much had happened on his 7th. He'd gotten to see the sun and he'd been able to really control his magic. What a difference trying to perform magic was when there was a wand to focus through! Spells that he'd once had trouble with he conquered and he moved onto harder ones.
{You are reading again,} Nagini commented approvingly. She actively encouraged him to be the best wizard he could be. It was at her recommendations that he'd been allowed to move past Voldemort's set of Hogwarts textbooks to his personal library. While a good part of it was off limit and out of sight, there was a good portion that he was allowed to peruse through. {Learn any new spells today?}
{No,} Harry answered, not bothering to look up. There was just a bit more that he needed to read. {I've finished the last tome, and Tom hasn't given me permission to look at the more advanced texts. He said to wait until he got back from France.}
Astonishing how gifted Harry was, Nagini reflected as she observed with a critical eye her beautiful son. She had raised him from ten years and he was as much a part of her blood as her own flesh and blood would have been if she had ever been a mother. Who cared if he was human and not a snake? It didn't matter. She loved him fiercely and as much as Tom.
{What are you reading then?}
He lifted up the book, Hogwarts, A History. {I thought I should read up on my future school.}
Even though he said this in a calm voice, she saw through his solemn expression. He was dreadfully excited. She read him like a book, much like she could read through Voldemort's disdained and indifferent face. It had been awfully difficult to convince Voldemort to allow Harry to go to Hogwarts. It was certainly a risk. She had told him that Harry could pose as Voldemort's heir and son, since Harry was a Slytherin and he looked eerily similar to Voldemort.
Both Voldemort and Harry had protested vehemently against it. That idea had been scratched until she'd come up with the idea for Voldemort to register Harry as a lost orphan with the Ministry of Magic that he currently had on its knees and in all but name, controlled. But what name to use? Voldemort rejected using Riddle as Harry's surname, and it went unspoken that he couldn't use anything that even mildly connected him to his past.
It was better for Harry to never know that his parents had been killed by Voldemort in cold blood. All that Harry knew was that he'd been found by Voldemort and kept sequester away since Harry could be used against Voldemort. Once Harry was strong enough, he would be allowed to come out into the world as the Dark Lord's protégée. Until then, he had to be kept a secret.
Harry also knew that he was somehow related to Voldemort, but that they were very distant cousins many times removed. It explained their similarities in appearance, both were dark headed and had this ethereal beauty. It really did strike Nagini at times at how similar they were. It was chilling too if Harry turned out to be as powerful as Voldemort guessed that he would be. What would the world do with two such powerful dark wizards?
{What house do you think I'll be sorted into?}
{Slytherin,} she answered without hesitation.
Harry ran his finger over the golden engraving that said: Harry Marvolo. A compromise had been reach by Nagini and Voldemort that Harry would take Marvolo as his surname instead of Riddle. It was less distasteful to Voldemort yet it still undeniably connected Harry in some way to Voldemort. While a good number of wizards didn't know Tom Marvolo Riddle as Lord Voldemort, the one wizard that did was still the Headmaster at Hogwarts.
Voldemort wanted it clear to Dumbledore when Harry entered the school that Harry was his and he dared Dumbledore to try and sway Harry from him. It wouldn't work. Harry was too deeply attached to him. And when Harry said he loved him, Voldemort strangely believed him in a way he never quite believed Lucius. Even after all the years Harry had spent in his dark presence, he'd still retained this intangible purity.
{I could end up in Ravenclaw,} Harry mused aloud. {I am rather bookish.}
{That is a possibility,} she conceded, {but as an Heir of Slytherin, I would
say you will be in Slytherin. It is
only proper.}
{But what if I don't?} Harry asked with a slight trace of worry. {Do you think Tom will be upset?}
If serpents could sigh, she would have. But she couldn't. It was always about pleasing Tom, wasn't it? {He won't be upset. He will understand. You have nothing to worry about whether you end up in Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or Hufflepuff--- are you still his protégée.}
{What if the others don't like me?}
She understood his concern. Harry had never interacted with anyone but herself and Tom, and neither of them were anything like the children that he would have to interact with when he got to Hogwarts. It was going to be a shock to him. It was a pity she wasn't allowed to accompany him to Hogwarts. Why were snake familiars not allowed? Simply because most wizards couldn't speak parseltongue? A silly prejudice.
{Why wouldn't they like you?} Nagini tilted her head in perplexity. She didn't understand. She thought Harry was a lovely boy. {You are a very sweet boy.}
{I'm worried,} Harry responded with grave trepidation. {I have never interacted with anyone of my own age. What if they think I'm odd? I don't feel like them.} He gestured to the pictures of wizard children waving their wands excited and enthusiastically as they boarded the Hogwarts Express. {And I hate speaking English. It's such an unemotional language. So stripped from true feeling.}
{You know you must speak it. It is your language, the language of your kind. And you do not have to worry. You know that Tom has servants of his that have children that attend Hogwarts. I will tell him to command them to be nice to you, to treat you with the utmost respect as you deserve to be.}
{No!} Harry cried out vehemently. {I don't want them to be commanded to respect me. I want to command that…..} his eyes got a dreamy and faraway look {like Tom does. I want to be like him.}
Nagini hissed approvingly, her eyes glowing with her approval. {You will.}
{I hope so.}
He didn't have to look up. He knew who had apparated directly into his office. There were only two Death Eaters he trusted to allow them free rein to apparate into his personal rooms. However, Lucius's magical signature was quite different from Bellatrix's. Maybe it was because they'd been lovers for more than ten years and he just could recognize Lucius without thinking.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. Lucius knew that he was only suppose to apparate here when he requested his presence and at no other such time unless something urgent came up. There was no such possibility. He knew very well what Lucius wanted. Lucius's insatiability was usually a good thing, but sometimes it could be very bothersome.
Voldemort felt Lucius's hands settle on his shoulders and slide down to his sides. "You know why I'm here," Lucius murmured huskily into his ear. Bending his head, Lucius nipped at his neck playfully. "We haven't been alone for the past week."
"I've been busy," Voldemort stated coldly, standing up from the seat and whirling around and pinning Lucius's hands above his head. As he thought, Lucius didn't look concern. For a domineering and arrogant man, Lucius certainly enjoyed being dominated by him. Then again, who else could claim to be Voldemort's lover for the past decade? "And you do have a family, Lucius."
He stressed his family because Lucius's young heir and son was important to his future plans. When the time came, when Harry went to Hogwarts he planned to have Harry introduced as his protégée and he wanted Draco to watch out for Harry's interest. He had met Lucius's young son on occasion and had found the son exactly like the father--- very capable and strong. It was exactly what Harry needed. No one would walk over his Harry.
"And I spend time with them," Lucius answered. "But I also need to spend time with you, my Lord. You know how I ache for you."
"Your ass aches for me," Voldemort responded crudely. "That can easily be remedied."
"Yes it can," Lucius agreed, "by you."
"I am not going to satisfy your whim," Voldemort retorted harshly, releasing Lucius's arms since he would need his wand to be able to apparate out. "I have things to do. Leave."
Lucius's hands moved up his lover's sinewy chest and started rubbing the love spots that he knew would drive Voldemort mad with lust. He knew every part of his Lord's body. He knew how to turn the Dark Lord on with a measured caress or a passionate kiss. It was the same with how Voldemort knew how to turn him on with only a look of fiery desire in those crimson orbs.
"Lucius," Voldemort growled, though he hadn't moved away from those knowing hands. "You are an insatiable slut."
Lucius chuckled and moved to remove his robes. The expensive robes fell to the ground and revealed him in all his naked magnificence. If there was one thing he admired about Lucius, it was his sculpted body. It was a thing of beauty. He really out to teach Lucius a lesson about not bothering him when he said he didn't want to be bothered, but he could spare the time to give into temptation. After that, he would punish Lucius.
"You will be punished, Lucius," Voldemort warned just as he pushed Lucius down to his knees and guided the blonde's head toward his growing arousal. Whatever else he'd been about to say was ripped from his throat when Lucius started sucking his cock. His hands gripped his talented Lucius, pushing him even more toward his groin. Lucius knew exactly where to place his tongue and precisely when to suck, but this wasn't going to get him out of his deserved punishment.
Glancing down to see the platinum blond skillfully deep-throating him, he considered possibly waiting until tomorrow morning to punish him. But there were things he had to do, and even as much as he would like to fuck Lucius raw--- business had to come before bliss. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the talents of Lucius's mouth before he had to muddle through the tedious chore of manipulating the bumbling fool of a Ministry of Magic.
"Very good, Lucius," Voldemort murmured. He tensed his body. He was close. "Yesssss, very good."
He had debated a long while before settling on taking Harry to Diagon Alley undisguised. Harry did look a good deal like his father, James Potter, but that was only when his hair had been shorter and unruly. When he'd started growing his hair out last year, it had gotten less wild and more tamed--- it made him not look like James Potter anymore. Besides, who would deny that Harry was somehow related to him? Harry had his dark looks and his green eyes, when his eyes had been green.
If there was anyway to make sure that Harry was treated with the utmost respect that his protégée deserved, it was to go somewhere very public with him. What better place than Diagon Alley? He'd probably end up clearing the marketplace, but so be it. They knew not to bother him. Every wizard and witch knew who controlled the Ministry of Magic. Fudge might be the Minister, but he was the real power behind the idiot.
The only reason he hadn't toppled the Ministry yet was because it would not really give him any more power than he already had. He had the power and he didn't have the paperwork! Really, it was genius of him. He had the wizarding world at his command and he didn't have the daily responsibility that came with it. That didn't mean he didn't have damn straitlaced wizards that wanted to rid the world of corruption.
Didn't they understand? As long as there was good, there had to be evil to counteract it. Good wasn't good if there was no evil to compare it to. The world would be bland, and it would be a decidedly boring place in which to live in. At first he thought he wanted to exterminate Dumbledore from the face of the Earth, but then he realized that if he did--- Hogwarts would get a new Headmaster and god forbid if it was that McGonagall witch.
He shuddered. He still remembered her from his days at Hogwarts. She hadn't been a Professor then, but one of the Gryffindor Prefects. She was too straitlaced, and Hogwarts would undoubtedly be more rigid and stern with her presiding over it. And she was much preferable to Severus Snape. He had no disillusions about his Potions Master. Severus was a harsh and difficult and entirely unpleasant man.
Why he'd become a Professor eluded Voldemort. He should have become a hermit and live in the dungeons somewhere where he could brew and boil his potions in peace. That would make the students at Hogwarts much happier. Unfortunately, he was also the best qualified person in all of Britain to teach the subject. Too bad his talents didn't spill over to his ability to teach. Voldemort wouldn't let that bother him, Severus would teach Harry and Harry would excel.
He had all the confidence in his protégée. Harry was going to stun Severus on the first day of school. Harry was possibly the most gifted wizard he knew besides Dumbledore and himself. He didn't know if Harry would become more powerful than the two of them, but he was certainly on his way to being the next wizard that was near their level of power. And Harry was his… and not Dumbledore's. He smiled wickedly. Yes, the boy was his.
{I'm ready,} Harry declared, appearing in front of Voldemort dressed in respectable dark green robes that he had personally had tailored for Harry. He smiled cheerfully at Voldemort and hugged him tightly. Voldemort still wasn't used to the way Harry was so openly affectionate. Where the boy had learned it still escaped him.
{We will be apparating to Diagon Alley,} Voldemort told him casually. {But you will not be apparating by yourself.} At Harry's disappointed look, he tousled the dark hair tenderly. {It's illegal for any wizard underage to apparate. You will still be able to apparate around the mansion and grounds whenever you wish, but not in public. Remember that Harry.}
{I will remember.}
{Good,} Voldemort remarked. {Now hold onto me tightly. It isn't as easy to apparate with you as when you were a baby, and that's the last time I've apparated with you.}
{I cannot believe that anything would be difficult for you,} Harry scoffed.
Voldemort grinned inwardly, but outwardly he made no expression. He had taught his protégée well. {Every wizard has limitations, Harry, but every wizard also has capabilities. Do not underestimate your opponents. And put your hood on, Harry.}
Harry pulled his hood on. {You know I won't.}
Yes, he knew Harry wouldn't. "Apparate!"
The feeling of disconnection was only momentary as they landed in the middle of Diagon Alley. The wizards that were nearby immediately scurried away. While Voldemort wasn't as widely feared and maligned anymore, after all he had agreed to end the war that had been raging for five years peacefully, he was still given a wide berth. Everyone knew he was a wizard to be crossed, just as everyone knew that wizards that became too vocal about his manipulations were silenced. It was not a true democracy, since when was anything?
The whispers were soft, but he heard them. He knew that Harry heard them as well. What a way to make an entrance. But if the Dark Lord couldn't make a magnificent entrance, than who else could? He was certain they were wondering who the other cloaked figure at his side was. They would find out shortly. All they had to do was to wait a moment longer.
{You can pull your hood down.} Voldemort heard the gasps. Rumors had it that he was a parselmouth but few wizards had actually heard him speak parseltongue. Now they were about to get a double dose.
{Yes, Tom.} More gasps. Good. He wanted this connection linked with Harry and him, that way there would be no doubt that Harry and him were in some way related even if the blood link was very weak. He wanted no one to go thinking about Harry's age and his name and how he looked very much like James Potter.
Dumbledore might be a blithering fool, but he wasn't blind. He was sure that the Headmaster would be curious and make a connection. He was betting that Dumbledore and the rest of the wizarding world would dismiss it. Because how could a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor give birth to a child that was so obviously Slytherin?
Author's Note: I'm stuck now. Woohoo. Made it to Chapter 5 before I got stuck though, so you have a week or two of updates to look forward before a probably drought. EoE is also stuck as I'm going through a bit of a muse rebellion since I've written so much in so little time. Tee hee hee. Finals are still getting me down, but I can't do anything about it anymore. Harry's 10/11 in this chapter and he was 5 in the last chapter.
Thanks to Doneril (perhaps), Fly-to-your_Dreams, Vicious Lily, aerin, TigerBlak, Allison, Brittany, snowy, Xyverz, kathy stgqk, lillinfields, Lindiel Eryn (yes), shelleykids, Lolita, Shuki – aka Quickjewel, anna may, Clairvoyant Snake, bette, simpleinsanity, wanderingwolf, Kateri1, Kata Malfoy, Betsy, silversfall1 (well laziness –my own- is why I quit writing too), Maxie, ChildofDarkness, Lakoma, Creamy Mimi, marishamarish, atalante, Redrum (Henry means power and Harry is derived from Henry), sigildagger, Aeslynn, Hele1, asa-chan, Birgit Riddle (there is no DM/HP on HP's side), PxW, Sardius-Sky, anukk, mary north.
Queen of Vegetasei: That's what the pile of blankets are on the floor for.
Fiera: No, he didn't. I have no idea about Longbottom, I haven't thought that much in advance.
Calimora: Well I try to put important details into it. The book searching shows that Voldemort really cares about Harry that he goes out of his way to please Harry. Lucius well, elegant Malfoy and all can be undone.