Yo! So yeah, the Rumble was pretty meh. So much for the hype. Oh well. Thank you to all readers so far!
It was Christmas. The break was going well, the castle decorated as magnificently as always, though few had remained behind to enjoy it. Harry was one of those few, the only one of his friends to have stayed. It wasn't as if he really had anywhere else to go, and with Sirius here, well, what reason would he have to leave?
But despite how cheerful everything appeared to be, Harry was feeling rather worried. Voldemort had been oddly silent for over a fortnight now, Harry's scar not even twinging in the slightest. And in this time, it seemed as if everything had gone back to how it had been before. Rumours had begun to fade, and Dumbledore had started showing up for each meal, as confident and twinkly as always.
Harry hated the very sight.
He had written multiple letters to the Dark Lord, and though it appeared as if Hedwig had managed to deliver them all successfully, they had all gone unanswered, no matter what had been written in them.
What was going on? Had something happened? Harry didn't understand this silence, and as more time went by, he only grew more concerned and disconcerted.
The days continued to pass, and still there was no sign of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Not even the Death Eaters had been summoned, according to Sirius, who had reluctantly spoken to Snape upon his godson's inquiry.
When new year's rolled around, and with it Voldemort's birthday, Harry sent Hedwig off with a letter and parcel-a birthday present, as promised.
There was no way he wasn't going to get a response to this, right?
"Have you missed me, Little Serpent?"
Harry moaned softly at the feel of the long fingers trailing down his chest, and didn't answer the question. He was kneeling on a soft and utterly massive bed, his own hands resting on a smooth, firm chest.
"Have you missed me?" the man asked again, gently pushing Harry down onto his back and hovering over his smaller body.
"Y-yes!" Harry hissed, wrapping his arms around the stranger's neck.
Lowering, he chuckled deeply, lips skimming the teen's ear. "Eager, are we?" But he already knew the answer to that.
Harry moaned again as the man kissed him, parting his lips immediately and gasping when long fingers curled around his cock. He bucked up, but the man merely pressed in closer, pinning him down in place. He groaned in aggravation. "This isn't fair!"
"Patience, Little Serpent," the mysterious man whispered against his skin. He trailed nipping kisses along the column of his throat. "I will give you what you desire soon enough..."
Harry woke with a gasp, and lay panting on bed, more irritated by the arousal coursing through him than he was by the dream. This was hardly the first one he'd had, though the shadowy man had never spoken so much before, from what he could remember.
...Why did the man's voice sound so oddly...familiar to him? Deciding it would be best to just not dwell on it too much, and his arousal fading, the teen simply rolled over and went back to sleep.
He never did hear back from Voldemort.
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