Fallen

by Yih

[COMPLETE Slash: HPxLV, HPxLM, HPxSS] Taken as a child, Harry grows up knowing Nagini as his caretaker and Voldemort as a person that he'd like nothing more than to impress...

4. Hogwarts

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

4: Hogwarts (December 12, 2003 to December 15, 2003)

"Who was the boy you were with?" Lucius demanded.  Voldemort had known that his lover was going to come apparating into the room once the news had broken loose.  He expected no less.  Lucius did pride himself with knowing very intimate details concerning Voldemort that no one else did.  This must be a terrible blow to his ego. 

"Would you like to meet my protégée, Lucius?" Voldemort asked instead.  It was important for Lucius to finally meet Harry, since he intended for Harry to become good friends with Draco. 

Lucius nodded.  "I would." 

{Harry,} Voldemort hissed, turning his head toward the other end of the bedroom that lead to his private library, the library that he rarely let Lucius in.  And when he did, it was only when he was present.  {There is someone that is here to meet you.}

{I'm almost done reading this text,} Harry protested.  {Can it wait a minute?}

{No!}

When Voldemort heard the distinctive sounds of Harry's soft footsteps, he refocused his gaze on Lucius and was pleased to see the shock written on the usually detached Malfoy face.  He did take devious pleasure in appalling Lucius at every opportunity.  It would never do to have Lucius get used to anything.  He wasn't a man to get used to.  He liked everyone to always be aware and prepared for any move he might make. 

"Is he your son?" Lucius asked sharply.  "The rumors are going around that he's your son.  Is he?" 

Voldemort heard the hurt tone.  He knew why.  If Harry was his son, considering his age and that they'd been getting supplies for Hogwarts, that mean that he'd taken another lover while he'd been with Lucius.  It wasn't that he hadn't fucked over Death Eaters on occasional, it was the principal that if he'd had a son--- he'd had another lover he'd been serious about.  Lucius took pride in the fact he was the only wizard or witch that had managed to stay in Voldemort's bed as long as he had. 

"Harry is not my son," Voldemort answered, "but he is my protégée."  It was then that Harry entered into the room.  Even though Harry was allowed to go outside occasionally, his skin was still the color of snow.  {Harry, this is Lucius.}

{It's nice to meet you,} Harry hissed in greeting, extending his hand toward the man like Nagini had taught him to do.  He was disappointed when the older man didn't take his hand, but he figured maybe it was because he was too young?  Was it not appropriate?  He didn't understand.  This older man was as different in appearance as he could be from Voldemort's dark good looks.  He was all silver and blond, sleek and smooth. 

{He doesn't speak parseltongue, Harry.  You have to say it in English.}

So that was why.  Harry was disappointed.  English was such a tiresome language.  "It's nice to meet you, Lucius," Harry murmured effortlessly but without the typical voice inflection a native speaker would have.  Voldemort noted this and decided he would need to start speaking more English with Harry to improve his capability. 

"It's nice to meet you too," Lucius murmured, this time taking the hand that Harry offered.  He shook it tightly and firmly.  As he shook the young man's hand, yes young man because even though Harry was approximately the same age of his son he had a far more powerful aura.  His presence was one of a wizard coming of age, not of a juvenile wizard.  "It's an honor to meet my Lord's protégée." 

Harry nodded and withdrew his hand from Lucius.  He didn't like the way that Lucius was studying him with his steel gray eyes.  It made him feel like he was being stripped.  While Voldemort often looked at him intensely, he didn't feel like he was being thoroughly examined.  Voldemort's stares were more like caresses.  It was something to be looked forward to.  This wasn't. 

Voldemort didn't like the way that Lucius was looking at Harry either.  There was a predatory glint in those liquid silver eyes that he knew only too well.  Lucius was plotting.  He didn't mind Lucius plotting normally, but he didn't appreciate the manipulation being aimed at his Harry.  {You may go Harry.  Take the text and go to Nagini's lair to finish reading.  There are things that I must discuss with Lucius.}

{Yes, Tom,} Harry responded swiftly, running toward the library to grab the book that he'd left in there.  He didn't have to go back out to the bedroom to get to the room that he'd spent most of his years in.  There was a special hallway that connected the rooms.  It had been built especially for him when his intense interest in reading had been discovered. 

Once Voldemort heard the passage door that led to Nagini's lair being opened then shut, he fixed his blood red eyes on his cunning lover.  "What are you thinking about Lucius?"  He deliberately kept his voice even and emotionless.  He was a master of control, something Lucius was getting far better at but still couldn't play at his level. 

"He is a very powerful and very beautiful young man," Lucius admitted.  "I would have to ask where you found him.  He's extraordinary."  He paused and lifted an eyebrow gracefully.  "Another heir of Slytherin?"

"Yes, he is." Voldemort confirmed, seeing no reason not to.  It was imperative that everyone see Harry as being extremely powerful and connected to him in a way that was unbreakable.  He didn't want anyone trying to seduce the boy away from him.  He wanted Dumbledore to think it was a lost cause to try to get to Harry.  He knew of Dumbledore's preference for Gryffindors.  His Harry was certainly not one of those foolish noble brats.  "And I didn't find him."

"Did he fall from the sky?" Lucius joked lightly, leaning up against the wall in a way that maximized the seductive allure of his well formed body. 

"He was given to me," Voldemort responded smoothly, keeping in mind the story that he'd told Harry.  That his parents had died tragically, not a lie, and that he'd been given custody of the boy when he was very young.  That wasn't a lie either. 

Using his influence in the Ministry and several powerful memory charms--- he'd successfully created a profile that listed him as the son of Lily Marvolo.  Not entirely a falsehood either.  What Harry didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and if he did get the curiosity to go looking--- there was paperwork to back up the entire story there.  And he'd made sure all records associated with Harry Potter were dead.

"And," Voldemort continued with a deadly tone, "it's time that you left, Lucius.  Go see to your precious son, Draco.  We both need to get them ready for Hogwarts."

Lucius tilted his head toward Voldemort in recognition.  He did need to get his Dragon ready for Hogwarts.  He might not love his wife, but he did love her for giving him Draco.  Draco was his pride and his joy.  "Then I will leave you, my Lord." 

He turned around and was about to apparate when Voldemort stopped him.  "Lucius." 

The tall blond turned around and glanced at his Lord and his Lover with admiring eyes.  Maybe Voldemort didn't want him to leave?  Maybe he wanted him to stay?  He would prefer to stay a little bit, if his Lord wanted him too.  For his Lord was gorgeous.  The years had been very kind to him, only showing in the steel gray hair that sprinkled his temple.  Other than that he looked in his 40s only. 

"Yes, my Lord?" 

"I want your Draco to become friends with Harry and to make it as natural as possible.  I don't want to have to force this friendship," Voldemort stated smoothly.  "But it would be nice for Harry to have friends that he can trust at Hogwarts, and I think he can very much rely in Draco, can he not?" 

Inclining his head, even though mentally Lucius was thinking that his Dark Lord had stopped him for this?  This young boy?  Not to mention, he resented the fact that Harry had been kept a secret from him all these years.  He was Voldemort's goddamn lover!  "He can rely in Draco," Lucius murmured firmly.  "I will make sure that Draco becomes friends with Harry." 

"Don't push him, I know Harry will be very upset if he knows that someone was forced to become his friend," Voldemort warned.  "I want you to inform Draco that it would be wise to watch out for a dark haired boy with brilliant green eyes that will also be in his year.  That it wouldn't be bad for him to become friends with Harry." 

Since when had the Dark Lord ever cared about someone's feelings?  Lucius gritted his teeth and fought to keep his expression relaxed.  "I understand.  I will tell Draco that there is a boy with immense power and that will no doubt attract Draco to him."

"Draco is a true Malfoy is he not?" Voldemort questioned.  "A Malfoy is always drawn to power."  He reached out and caressed Lucius's cheek.  "Is that not true, my Lucius?"

Lucius drew in a haggard breath.  "It's true." 

Withdrawing his hand, Voldemort stepped behind his desk and sat down.  He leafed through the paperwork that he had to get down to have owled to the Ministry to let them know which laws he would let pass as is or which ones he needed modified.  For a few minutes Lucius waited, not believing that Voldemort would just ignore him like this.  He was a Malfoy; he shouldn't be yearning for anyone's touch but--- there was something definitely magnetic about the Dark Lord. 

Voldemort raised his head when he realized that Lucius still hadn't left.  "You may go."

There was nothing Lucius could do but leave.  When his back was facing Voldemort, he grimaced and gritted his teeth together.  Why could Voldemort dismiss him so easily?  Was he that easy to ignore?  "Apparate!" 

-

{Do you have everything?} Nagini asked for what seemed like the thousandth time to Harry.  {Are you sure you have all the textbooks you need?  Potions supplies?  Parchment?  Quills?  Robes?  Ink?  Owl treats?}

{Yes!} Harry exclaimed.  It had been decided after much debates since Nagini generally didn't like birds, that Harry would get an owl for a pet.  But that the owl would have to remain at Hogwarts where it would be used primarily to send mail to and from the Riddle Mansion.  {I have all that I need and I've already shrunk it and put it in the trunk.  Remember you checked yesterday?}

{I am just concerned,} Nagini answered anxiously.  {This is the first time that you'll be far away from my care.  You've never spent more than a few hours away from me, Harry.  You don't have someone to remind you of what you need to do and not to forget stuff!}

Harry nodded and rubbed Nagini underneath her jaw like she enjoyed.  She hissed with pleasure.  {I won't forget,} he reassured.  {You and Tom have taught me everything that I need to know.}

{Yes,} she agreed, {you will be the best student at Hogwarts just like Tom was.}

Harry smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of her head when he heard Voldemort calling for him, "Harry!  It's time to go!  If we don't leave, the Hogwarts Express will leave without you." 

{I'll see you soon, Nagini.}

She watched the child not from her womb run out of the room after slipping his shrunk trunk in his pocket.  {I'll miss you, Harry.}

-

They were standing at the brick pillar that was where Platform 9 ¾ was hidden.  Harry was carrying his owl and the rest of his stuff was nicely shrunk and in his pocket, including the last minute gift that Voldemort had given to him--- a Nimbus 2000!  It was the latest and the best broom on the market.  Harry had been confused since he thought first years couldn't have brooms, but Voldemort told him that he knew how much he loved to fly and he'd have ample time at Hogwarts. 

{You have your owl,} Voldemort gestured to the snowy white owl that Harry had cleverly named Hedwig.  {You know you can contact me any time for anything that you might need through her.  I also want you to write to Nagini as often as you can.  You know she'll miss you terribly.}

{I know,} Harry responded.  {I already miss her.}

{You will see her again during the holidays,} Voldemort reminded, leaning down to brush a kiss on Harry's forehead.  Harry had other  ideas though as he cupped Voldemort's face gently and kissed him on both of his cheeks.  {I'll miss you, Harry.}  And he honestly would.  He couldn't remember the last time that he'd actually missed anyone. 

{I'll miss you too, Tom.}

Voldemort nodded and pushed Harry toward the gateway to the Hogwarts Express.  {You should go, it's almost time.  You need to find a seat and get settled.  Remember just walk straight in the wall and don't be hesitant.  Do you understand, Harry?}

He was about to answer that he understood but Voldemort had already portkeyed away.  It had been the first time he'd traveled by portkey to arrive at the train station.  It was because there were several strong wards around the station to prevent apparation to protect the students against attacks.  Harry had wondered since Voldemort was so strong, couldn't he break through it? 

Voldemort had answered that he could, but not if he had to take Harry with him since Harry wasn't technically suppose to know how to apparate even though he knew how.  The ride in the portkey had been weird and dislocated in a way apparation never made him feel.  He didn't enjoy it.  He was glad when it was over.  He didn't like the feeling of sliding in an uncontrollable abyss. 

Sighing, he marched toward the wall and wasn't the least bit surprised when he walked right through it.  It almost seemed to be like an illusion rather than a gateway, even if the feel of it was that of a magical gateway.  But he didn't spend time analyzing it as his eyes caught the magnificent sight of the Hogwarts Express.  Voldemort had tried to describe it to him, but he hadn't quite captured the marvelous picture it made gleaming in the sunlight. 

"ALL ABOARD THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS!" shouted the conductor. 

He boarded the train, looking around through the compartments before he found an empty one.  He didn't particularly feel comfortable with a lot of people and well he liked being alone.  He needed to sort his thoughts out and figure out how he was going to approach people.  He really didn't understand how to interact with them.  He knew it was going to be different from conversing with Nagini or even Tom, but how different? 

It was then that someone slid the door open to the compartment he was in.  When he glanced up he saw someone that was so similar to someone that he'd met, he couldn't help but hiss, {Lucius Malfoy.}  But it couldn't be Lucius Malfoy.  This boy, yes boy, was too short but he did look an awfully lot like Lucius Malfoy.  Perhaps this was his son?  And if it was, what was his son doing here?

"So it is true," Draco drawled, his light gray blue eyes lighting up, "you are our Lord's protégée and an heir of Slytherin, Harry Marvolo." 

{Yes,} Harry started to hiss but remembered that only snakes and Voldemort could speak parseltongue.  It was a pity that others weren't as privileged to be able to speak the language.  It really was far superior to the human tongue.  "Yes," he began hesitantly and cautiously, he didn't want to mess up his words especially since he wasn't used to this language, "I am.  And you are?"

Draco extended his hand.  "I'm Draco Malfoy." 

He took the hand and was pleased to note that Draco's touch wasn't as firm as his fathers.  "It's nice to meet you." 

"It's my pleasure to meet you," Draco responded throatily, his keen eyes trailing up and down Harry's lithe form with the eye of a trained admirer of beauty.  Malfoys were noted for being power hungry and being keen on beauty.  He was no exception.  He knew very well how his father served Voldemort and he was keen to serve Harry in the same manner.  It made it so much easier that Harry was good-looking like the Dark Lord was, so much more tempting. 

Harry nodded and withdrew his hand from Draco's.  The way Draco was staring at him reminded him of the way that Lucius had intensely studied him.  But the blue gray of Draco's eyes weren't quite as disturbing to him, probably because they didn't seem as dangerous.  And while Draco was critically appraising him like his father, there was something else in his eyes.  Admiration? 

"We are going to be good friends," Draco declared.  "We are going to be very good friends." 

There was something about the way Draco said that that made Harry wistful.  He wished that Voldemort would look at him in that appreciative way.  All he'd ever wanted was to gain Voldemort's approval.  Sometimes, he felt like he had and other times he felt like he was almost there--- but not quite.  That made him determined to do the best that he could at Hogwarts.  He would gain Voldemort's approval and admiration no matter what.  That meant he needed to get into Slytherin house, Voldemort's house. 

"We are going to be good friends aren't we?" Draco questioned.  There was an uncertainty now in his voice that struck Harry as being different.  There had been this unshakable confidence and arrogance about Draco previously, but now he didn't sound quite so positively sure of himself.  It was a welcomed change.  It was nice to know that maybe Draco wasn't so very different from himself. 

"Yes," Harry finally answered.  "Yes, we are."  He did need a friend.

-

Author's Note: All I have to say is that keep up the good reviewing and I'll try to keep writing.  I can see Draco pursuing Harry but not Harry pursuing Draco, and I don't see Harry giving in.  And updates will be on Friday now every week.  I'm going to update once a week now. 

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