Obsession
Lord Voldemort sat in his chambers, trying desperately to concentrate. Nothing seemed to help. His problem had started a month ago. He had told Lucius to have his son take magical pictures of Harry Potter at school so that Voldemort could figure out a way to get to him and what his weaknesses were. Draco, of course, had performed his assignment admirably. Voldemort had supplied him with an invisibility cloak for the endeavor. The problem was that Draco had taken the instructions to film everything a little too literally.
When Lucius had given Voldemort the pictures, Voldemort had immediately opened them. The first few had been fairly normal. Harry was laughing with his friends, obviously enjoying himself. That was when Voldemort's problem had started. He found himself unable to tear his gaze from the boy. Something about Harry was extremely attractive. Maybe it was the way his green eyes seemed to hold more maturity than anyone else Voldemort had ever seen. Maybe it was the sexy way that his black hair refused to flatten itself. Maybe it was that body honed by years of quidditch. However, whatever it was, Voldemort thought that Harry was positively gorgeous.
"Ack. What am I thinking," he thought to himself, "this is Harry Potter, my arch-rival. This is the boy that I am going to kill. I am not attracted to him."
It worked too, almost. Forcing himself to keep going, he came to pictures of Harry playing quidditch. He found himself admiring how the boy looked in his quidditch robes and how he played. He had to admit that the boy was good. Very good. Watching the Harry in the picture go into a dive, causing his robes to flutter up, he found himself imagining what was under there.
"Ack! Stop it! He is just a boy, and an annoying one at that! There are plenty of other people who would pay to let you have them, people who were much more attractive. You don't need him."
It sort of helped, but not as much. Then, to his horror, he arrived at the next set of pictures. Draco had somehow managed to slip into the Gryffindor's quidditch locker room. He watched with fascination as Harry stripped and slipped into the shower. He could not tear his eyes away. The boy was beyond gorgeous. He was absolutely amazing. No one could even compare to him.
For hours, Voldemort stared at the pictures. When he was finally pulled away by Lucius, he had a serious problem. He was obsessed with his arch- rival. He tried to fill his mind with other things. He tried to find someone else to fill his thoughts. However, none of it helped. He needed Harry Potter, and no one else would do. Frustrated, he began to take out his anger on his followers. They began to avoid him as much as possible.
One day, a few weeks later, Lucius knocked on his chamber door. Voldemort spun and snarled at him, a dangerous glare in his eye. Lucius simply ignored that and walked in.
"My Lord, I think that there is something that you should know. I think that it will make you a little bit happier. While my son was taking the pictures for you, he discovered a way to get Harry Potter out of Hogwarts. He has done so. The boy is downstairs, unconscious. He is all yours."
"Lucius, bring him up here. Tell your son he has the gratitude of Lord Voldemort."
While Lucius went downstairs to get the boy, Voldemort fingered the pictures sitting on his desk. Finally, the boy was his, after all this waiting. Except that he did not want to kill him anymore. He knew the perfect way to get rid of his obsession.
Lord Voldemort sat in his chambers, trying desperately to concentrate. Nothing seemed to help. His problem had started a month ago. He had told Lucius to have his son take magical pictures of Harry Potter at school so that Voldemort could figure out a way to get to him and what his weaknesses were. Draco, of course, had performed his assignment admirably. Voldemort had supplied him with an invisibility cloak for the endeavor. The problem was that Draco had taken the instructions to film everything a little too literally.
When Lucius had given Voldemort the pictures, Voldemort had immediately opened them. The first few had been fairly normal. Harry was laughing with his friends, obviously enjoying himself. That was when Voldemort's problem had started. He found himself unable to tear his gaze from the boy. Something about Harry was extremely attractive. Maybe it was the way his green eyes seemed to hold more maturity than anyone else Voldemort had ever seen. Maybe it was the sexy way that his black hair refused to flatten itself. Maybe it was that body honed by years of quidditch. However, whatever it was, Voldemort thought that Harry was positively gorgeous.
"Ack. What am I thinking," he thought to himself, "this is Harry Potter, my arch-rival. This is the boy that I am going to kill. I am not attracted to him."
It worked too, almost. Forcing himself to keep going, he came to pictures of Harry playing quidditch. He found himself admiring how the boy looked in his quidditch robes and how he played. He had to admit that the boy was good. Very good. Watching the Harry in the picture go into a dive, causing his robes to flutter up, he found himself imagining what was under there.
"Ack! Stop it! He is just a boy, and an annoying one at that! There are plenty of other people who would pay to let you have them, people who were much more attractive. You don't need him."
It sort of helped, but not as much. Then, to his horror, he arrived at the next set of pictures. Draco had somehow managed to slip into the Gryffindor's quidditch locker room. He watched with fascination as Harry stripped and slipped into the shower. He could not tear his eyes away. The boy was beyond gorgeous. He was absolutely amazing. No one could even compare to him.
For hours, Voldemort stared at the pictures. When he was finally pulled away by Lucius, he had a serious problem. He was obsessed with his arch- rival. He tried to fill his mind with other things. He tried to find someone else to fill his thoughts. However, none of it helped. He needed Harry Potter, and no one else would do. Frustrated, he began to take out his anger on his followers. They began to avoid him as much as possible.
One day, a few weeks later, Lucius knocked on his chamber door. Voldemort spun and snarled at him, a dangerous glare in his eye. Lucius simply ignored that and walked in.
"My Lord, I think that there is something that you should know. I think that it will make you a little bit happier. While my son was taking the pictures for you, he discovered a way to get Harry Potter out of Hogwarts. He has done so. The boy is downstairs, unconscious. He is all yours."
"Lucius, bring him up here. Tell your son he has the gratitude of Lord Voldemort."
While Lucius went downstairs to get the boy, Voldemort fingered the pictures sitting on his desk. Finally, the boy was his, after all this waiting. Except that he did not want to kill him anymore. He knew the perfect way to get rid of his obsession.