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Possession
Chapter VIII - A New Memory
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Voldemort raised his wand. "Confu," he said the charm quickly before adding a second one. "Easasum." If Harry knew who his partner was now he would probably fight but that couldn't be allowed to happen. The boy had to enjoy this and the second charm was to relax him. Harry would know what was happening but would only be able to remember who he was with when he was ready to accept the truth.

The charms in place, Voldemort stood, pulling off the covers that half covered Harry and shedding his own outer robes before taking off his soft half boots. As an after thought he added a silencing spell on the room before sitting back on the bed.

Harry was so beautiful. Long black lashes curled on his cheeks as he slumbered. His lips were pursed in a small smile and he sighed softly as Voldemort cupped his face again, wiping away one crystal tear that had escaped when his memories had been released. "My little one," the Dark Lord whispered. "I will not let them hurt you again," he added the promise.

He leaned close again, lying next to Harry. Long fingers slid under Harry's shirt and caressed the boy's abdomen and chest. It was almost like undressing a doll as Harry continued to sleep but no doll had ribs that poked out sharply and the Dark Lord suppressed yet another burst of anger. Someone was going to pay dearly for this...

Voldemort gently held Harry as he eased the oversized shirt off. He leant in again to kiss the boy, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth as the child responded unconsciously.

Voldemort smiled against Harry's mouth and looked into green eyes as his destined mate awoke but what surprised the Dark Lord was the way Harry responded. The boy's tongue moved against his own and Harry began sucking gently at him. His arms reached out to embrace the man lying beside him and his hands began to run up and down Voldemort's back, caressing him through the silk of his shirt. And most surprisingly, Harry spread his legs before wrapping them loosely around the Dark Lord's thighs.

Voldemort pulled back, intending to admonish the boy gently, telling him to enjoy what was to be given but Harry's next words and reaction made him freeze.

"Heprah..." The boy had gasped the name but not in pleasure, in fright and he had tensed up, despite the relaxation charm, his muscles hard with anticipation. He was obviously expecting punishment.

"No," Voldemort hissed in parceltongue. "I'm not him," he continued. "I won't let him hurt you again." With his hands he stroked Harry's back, soothing the boy hiding his smile... So the Wizard's name was Heprah...

Harry's magnificent eyes opened wide as he saw soft crimson eyes looking back at him fiercely. This wasn't Heprah, that wizard had blue eyes and as he breathed deeply he could smell and sense that the man with him wasn't the wizard who had attacked him. "Who..?" He questioned, unconsciously replying in parceltongue.

Voldemort smiled again as he felt Harry relax but in the back of his mind he promised himself that Heprah would live for a very long time under the finest tortures he could devise. "It's not important, Harry," he said, extending the Confu charm and kissing the boy's nose gently.

Harry sighed slightly and his eyelids drooped. This man felt... safe.

"No Harry, not yet... You may sleep later," the Dark Lord began stroking Harry again. "For now just enjoy..." He lowered his face again, kissing Harry gently and was pleased to feel the boy return his kiss. But this time Harry's response was more natural, less practiced and infinitely pleasurable. He didn't need or want Harry to be his trained concubine. Any of his followers would have offered themselves or their children for that. Even a well-trained Muggle could fulfil that role. He just needed Harry to be his. The boy was intoxicating just the way he was.

Downstairs both Death Eaters smiled at each other as they felt their Master's happiness. It was rare that Voldemort expressed pleasure but his whole spell shimmered with the emotion. Harry Potter was good for him.

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Voldemort held Harry gently as the boy finally succumbed to fatigue. His body was healed but the boy's magic had been working over time to protect him and that would naturally leave him exhausted without the further physical exercise or the strain of having the Oliviate broken. It had been worth it though... Harry was so beautiful...

The new memories he had given Harry now would compete with the old but at least now the boy knew what sex was meant to be like. And once Harry realised who had given him this feeling, realised who had shown him the truth... Voldemort smiled... That was a day he was already looking forward to.

The Dark Lord rose, pulling his shirt and pants back on before picking up his robe and wrapping Harry in the dark fabric as he lifted him off the bed. The boy was strong but he was still dangerously underweight and that only became more evident at how light he felt to the Dark Lord. He bent over and kissed Harry gently on the forehead before undoing the silencing charm with a flick of his wand. Another flick of his wand removed the sealing charms on the house and Voldemort's crimson eyes flashed as he realised his mistake.

He could put up as many charms as he wanted but the Alarm Wards were keyed to be activated by the removal of any charm within their boundary! The Main Wards earlier hadn't been a problem because he had specifically countered their Alarm Ward and the Obliviate while being tied to the Wards wasn't meant to be there but any other charms... Harry stirred in his arms and Voldemort shrugged...

It didn't really matter. Dumbledore, the Ministry - they would all be too late. With a regal air he swept from the room and preceded down the stairs where his loyal Death Eaters were waiting, the bound Muggles arrayed before them. They bowed slightly at their Master hiding smiles at the satisfied feeling his aura was generating. They followed their Master from the house, levitating the Muggles behind them but pulled up short once they were clear of the house.

"Go!" The Dark Lord murmured the order to his servants, noting absently that they didn't question him, they merely Apparated, taking the Muggles with them.

Voldemort looked at the force arrayed before him with a soft smile that caused many of them to flinch. Dumbledore was there, as was Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Arthur Weasley, Mad-Eye Moody and what looked to be about half of the Auror Department, interspersed with one or two Unspeakables. A large black dog growled fiercely at him but was restrained by the Werewolf.

"Tom..."

Voldemort shook his head suddenly. Dumbledore insisted on calling him that but it didn't anger him anymore. "No, not anymore," he replied, meeting the aged wizard's eyes squarely. "Not for a very long time."

Dumbledore and the others stirred at his tone although none of them lowered their trembling wands. "Regrets?" The Headmaster questioned intently.

The man known throughout the Wizarding World as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named looked down at the bundle in his arms before turning back to Dumbledore with a smile. "No, not anymore," he repeated his previous answer.

"Give Harry to me," Dumbledore ordered, looking intense.

Voldemort laughed. "No." His response was short, causing the entire Auror battalion to aim their wands, curses already half voiced. "I don't think so," he elaborated. "You've had your chance to protect him and you've failed."

Only one or two of the group picked up on his true meaning. "How?"

"The walls have memories," was his only response as he vanished, a small slip of parchment falling from his robes.

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