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Warning: this is a slash
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Chapter 3 Fixing Fingers
Snape paced back and forth in his masters muggle living room, ignoring Lucius who was muttering something about him making a hole in the carpet. The two death eaters had arrived a half an hour ago when they thought there dark lord would be back but he had still yet to show up. To be careful the two robed men pulled the curtains closed so none of the nosey neighbors would see them in the house.
So many things could go wrong with this plan, one was Harry could recognize Voldemort just because he was taller and more mature looking did not mean he looked that different from the young Tome Riddle Harry had met in the chamber of secrets.
Another was the muggles could hate 'Jason', though Snape had a hard time believing that. His master was a great actor, I mean he had to be to fool Dumbledore during his time at Hogwarts, and when he wanted something he could always get it by flashing a smile.
"There are so many things that can go wrong!" Snape cried and ignored Lucius when he muttered something about Snape being a worry wart on the ass. The potion master was too distressed to snap at the laid back blond. After all he had to do a lot to make sure this plan worked, all his hard work would go to waste if 'Jason' was turned down by the muggles.
Severus had to create fake letters from Harry and give them to his friends, who were beginning to worry. The only reason why Dumbledore had not sent help sooner was because all the order members including himself were to busy trying to hold off Voldemort.
'Dumbledore is nothing but a fool' Snape thought bitterly. He used to look up to the old man until he forbade Snape from continuing his relationship with Draco. There was nothing wrong with dating a student; no rules were made against it. And Draco was betrothed to Severus anyways, since they were soul mates themselves.
But Dumbledore said it would cost him his job if he were to continue with Draco, the old fool was worried Snape would switch sides again if he stayed with Draco.
'To late for that' Snape thought happily, he and Draco had been mailing each other daily each saying how much they loved and missed each other. Lucius agreed that after Voldemort won the war they could be bonded, and that's why Snape was now with Voldemort once again. Death itself could not keep him away from his Draco; he would have the young blond as his husband no matter what.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Lucius asked his delicate eyebrows rose much like Draco's did when he was curios about something.
"Just thinking about Draco" That was enough for Lucius; the poor man could not stand it when Snape mentioned his son. Mostly because Snape would start talking about how Draco looked sexy in leather, or how good he was with his tong…
"Stop thinking about him, I thought you were worried about the dark lord" Lucius snapped. Snape smirked, as far as he was considered torturing students and Lucius was the best thing in the world.
"By the way how come Potters scar is not hurting or something isn't that how he tells when the Dark Lord is near?" Snape nodded
"Lord Voldemort has some how learned to keep Harry from feeling pain when he is near by manipulating the bond they already share. I would have looked further in it but our lord wants to keep it a secret, my theory is that the blood from Harry used to make the dark lords new body is what allows him to control part of Harry's bond."
Lucius looked at him blankly for a moment trying to process the information; Malfoys were never good with logic. Politics yes, torture yes, blackmail yes, but never hardcore logic used for discovering cures for diseases, very few wizards and witches these days possessed it, very sad…
"Well Severus you would be almost right with that theory, only you left out a few minor details" Voldemort said from the doorway to the living room. Lucius and Snape bowed and greeted there master respectfully before standing straight.
Before ether of the skilled death eaters could ask, Voldemort answered the question both were wondering.
"It went perfect. The muggles and Harry are eating out of my hands" He told them every detail of his visit including the quick kiss with Harry.
Lucius hid his shock well, though Voldemort could read the blonds emotions through his cold grey eyes. Snape on the other hand paled and said nothing; it was obvious the potion master was distressed about something.
"What's wrong with you?" The dark lord asked trying to sound irritated, but part of him was slightly nervous. No one knew more about soul mates bonding then Severus himself, if something was wrong Voldemort needed to know now just in case his plan was jeopardized.
"Please my Lord, tell me did you feel anything when you kissed Harry?" Voldemort ignored the fact Snape had called the boy by his first name instead of last and thought about the question.
He replayed the bathroom scene in his mind; no he didn't feel anything from kissing the boy. He was only acting nothing more, though seeing Harry shirtless was nice…but still that wasn't enough to classify as a feeling.
"I felt nothing" the now red eyed man informed Snape. If it was possible Severus paled even more.
"You didn't feel a spark?" The dark lord was extremely curios to know why Snape was asking questions now
"Does it matter?" Snape nodded
"Yes and no. If you were to try kissing the boy once more and do not feel anything then we should be concerned. That ether means he is not ready or he is not the right soul mate" The potion mastered informed the dark lord. "But I am positive he is the right one" Snape added.
"You had better be right! This plan took to long and to much work to go wrong. If it does go wrong you both shall find yourselves missing the part of your body that makes you a man." Voldemort's hissed making both Death Eaters pale.
"Get me dinner and tell me what I have missed" The dark lord ordered, for some reason the good mood he walk into the house was gone, and replaced with worry about Harry. What if he wasn't the right one?
Harry lied awake on his rag bed thinking about a certain black haired neighbor. Jason was different from everyone else he had met.
The handsome man did not look at Harry's scar like other witches and wizards did, he didn't treat him like dirt like normal muggles did when they saw him in his baggy clothes. Jason just treated him like Harry, not a famous wizard, not a delinquent, but just Harry.
And that kiss, wow, what could Harry say about it? Cho had never made him feel like that when she kissed him, so that must mean he was gay right? Though Harry never looked at other boys with the same interest as Jason, but then again he never looked at girls that way either.
Being gay in the magic world was not uncommon, since male wizards could have children just like women. But what were Harry's feelings for Jason? Sure he felt physical attraction to him, but there was something more. Maybe the beginning feelings for love?
The teenager snorted
No, he had just met the man this afternoon. How could he even think he felt that way for him? Plus how could someone who never felt true love tell what it was.
"It's just a crush" Harry told himself "Plus it would never work, he is a muggle and I am the 'savoir' of the wizard world" he muttered bitterly.
A thought struck Harry like lightning, if he did start a relationship with Jason that would mean the man would be in danger. Voldemort would surely find out about Jason and kill or capture him to use him as bait.
Harry couldn't let any one die because of him, not again, not like Sirius… The thought of his godfather brought tears to the emerald eyed teen, he knew it was not his fault Sirius died but that pain was still just as bad.
'That settles it, I will just tell Jason, no Mr. Green, that the kiss was a mistake' Harry thought before he fell into a dreamless sleep only to be woken up two hours later by his uncle.
Jason found himself pacing back and forth in his living room bored out of his mind. It had been awhile since he had free time. Most of his days were spent plotting, fighting, and punishing those who disobeyed him or just got on his nerves.
"Why isn't he here yet?" Voldemort growled to nothing in particular, Severus had to go back to Hogwarts, and Lucius had to deal with his son Draco who had tried to sneak out in the middle of the night so he could visit Snape.
Everything on both sides was a stand still, Dumbledore was waiting for Voldemort to make the next move, and Voldemort was waiting for his next move to come over.
It was already 3:00 in the afternoon; Harry should have been here now. The dark lord was beginning to wonder if the brat was going to stand him up.
"No one stands the Dark Lord up" Jason growled and continued pacing.
'Finally' Harry thought as he watched his aunt and cousin leave to go shopping. Uncle Vernon had woken Harry up when he was getting ready for work so he could start his list of chores; Harry actually was almost done with them.
Usually the chores took all day, but because of his meeting with Jason Harry worked twice as hard to get them done quickly. He felt like his legs would collapse under him at any moment but he need to tell Jas- Mr. Green, he corrected himself, that the kiss was a mistake and he wouldn't tell anyone about it.
The green eyed boy dropped the feather duster he had and ran out the front door soon as his aunt's car was no longer in sight.
'Be brave Harry' he thought to himself as he raised his fist to knock on the front door
Voldemort's eyes went wide with surprise when he opened his door and saw Harry standing there fist raised to knock. He quickly collected himself and plastered a warm smile on his face.
"Hello Harry, come in" he greeted the teen and stepped aside. He noticed how Harry was awkward and shy about coming into the house but still came in with out fear.
'Stupid brat' Jason found himself thinking as he led the way to the living room 'How can he trust some one who could be a rapist? His stupidity and ability to trust people are beyond my understanding'
Yet besides the angry thoughts about the boy Voldemort could not take his eyes off him as Harry sat across from him on the navy blue couch while he sat on the matching chair. The only thing separating the two was the elegant wooden coffee table that had a silver tea tray with tea and other snacks that Harry was currently eyeing.
"Help yourself" he said softly and poured him and Harry a cup of strawberry tea, it was his favorite. Harry reached slowly and grabbed one of the finger sandwiches; it was obvious the boy was struggling to eat it slowly and politely in front of Voldemort.
The dark lord could not help but smile at the thought that thee Harry Potter was trying to be polite for the greatest dark lord in history. It really was laughable.
"Why are you smiling?" Harry asked green eyes locking onto Jason's hazel ones.
"Nothing" Jason said and set down his cup of tea, then stood up. He watched as Harry tensed as he sat down next to the teen, but Harry said nothing against it when Voldemort started to caress his face.
"Jason, this can't happen." Harry scooted away from Voldemort so his back was pressed against the arm rest. "I am still a minor, and a boy by the way, and there is this really bad man trying to kill me at the moment and I don't want to see another person hurt"
Voldemort had to control the evil laughter inside of him, this truly was ironic. Harry was worried about him getting himself. If the plan for seducing Harry wasn't on the line the dark lord really would have started laughing
Harry took the man's blank face and silence as a sign to was time to go. Slowly he got up; he didn't know why he felt so disappointed that Jason didn't say anything but oh well it was for the best.
A yelp of surprise came out of Harry when Jason pulled his arm with so much force that Harry fell on top of him. Before Harry could say a word lips met his for steamy kiss unlike anything Harry had ever experienced.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, anything that would stop the kiss even though he didn't want it to, but Jason took it as an invitation for his tong to explore Harry's mouth. Forgetting everything for the moment (Jason was a DAMN good kisser) a moan escaped Harry as Jason's tong started to fight with his for dominance, which Harry lost but hey he was knew to the kissing thing. Cho had never done this with him!
He didn't know how but some how Jason managed to change their positions so he was on top of Harry. And the first thought that came to the teen was that this was something he defiantly could get used to.
Both boys/men cried out in surprise when what felt like a jolt of electricity go through them.
'Bloody hell that was a big shock, I am going to have to punish Severus for not telling me it was going to be that big' Voldemort thought as he climbed of the panting boy beneath him. The sight of Harry's flustered cheeks and the sound of his heavy breathing did something that had not happened in almost 20 years for Voldemort, it really really turned him on.
"What was that?" Harry thought with confusion on his face, he sat up and fixed his glasses that were up on his forehead. His face was still slightly red, but his breathing was back to normal much to Voldemort disappointment. He really would have like to here Harry moan his name and scream with pleasure instead of pain.
'Shit stop it!' Voldemort thought franticly as the heat between his legs grown bigger. It really was a good thing he chose lose baggy jeans and a black plain back t-shirt, other wise he would be having a hard time convincing Harry he wasn't some pedophile that got turned on but making out with under aged teens.
"I don't know." Jason decided to change topics "But about what you were saying I don't care if there is some crazy guy chasing your or that you're a boy. I like men better then women anyways. As for the under aged part, I am not too much older than you. In America teens often date older people" Harry's eyes widened
"You're from America?" he asked with doubt in his voice
"I went to collage their but moved back, couldn't stand being away." He informed the teen "If you want we can keep it a secret, I won't force you into anything it's totally up to you"
The dark lord watched silently as Harry thought the words over. The wanted to be touched that much was for sure, but if his morals got into the way he would never be Voldemort's.
"My uncle would not like us being to together" Harry said barley above a whisper "and it would be hard to get away from chores to come see you"
Voldemort frowned; those damn filthy muggle's should be killed in the most painful way known to human kind for doing this to Harry.
"Are they the ones who gave you the bruises and broken fingers?" He asked even though he already knew the answer. Harry looked away from him and at the built in fireplace as if it was interesting "I know lawyers that can help you Harry, they can get you a new home with people who will take care of you"
"I can't" Harry whispered and continued to stare at the black fireplace. "Its kinda weird but living with my 'family' is the only way I can be safe from this one guy out to get me"
Jason signed and hoped he looked disappointed enough "Then…" Voldemort grabbed Harry's chin and faced the tend sparking green eyes to look at his hazel ones "Sneak out at night and come see me so I can tend to your wounds. And we can spend time together that way."
Harry stared into his eyes for another moment before looking away focusing his attention on something else.
"Harry I have seen lots of people struggle with abuse from there family and know that the only reason they survived it was because they had someone to turn to. Tell me Harry do you have anyone to turn to?"
That question brought tears to Harry's eyes. He didn't have anyone to turn to, not anymore. Sirius was dead, his parents were dead, and Remus most likely hated him. Ron and Hermione had not sent him one letter this summer just like the other order members. It was so clear now that Harry didn't have anyone to turn to, know one to tell him he was good and worth it.
Jason was very good with his words (A/n I wonder why, manipulating bastard is the reasonmaybe?), Harry was positive he would have left the house sooner than now. But Harry was grateful Jason was even more stubborn then he was; now Harry could have someone to turn to.
Yes that settled it, screw what everyone else thought. Hadn't Harry done enough for the world, shouldn't he get his own chance to be happy? And if Voldemort attacked Harry would kill the man before he even got close to his err… boyfriend?
Harry launched himself into Jason's arms and clung to his shirt as if it was a lifeline. Sure the teen was sure life would be more difficult, but it would be worth it to have the older mans arms wrapped around him.
"Come on Harry lets go fix up those fingers" Jason said after a few moments of silence.