Summary:

Barty enjoys his new un-life with Aro in Volterra, before receiving a very special invitation...

Notes:

hello sorry for late!
Huge thanks to the lovely Debbie, SerenityStargazer for betaing it ^^

III (I): Immortality suits you …

Barty loved Volterra.
There was nothing magical about it, of course, but he had never been to Italy. To the contrary, beyond London and Hogwarts, he had been in very few places. Perhaps just in some Missions for his Dark Lord, but those Missions didn't allow him the luxury of being a tourist.

But it was different here. Feeling comfortable due to the spell that allowed him to go out even during the day without shining in the sun, so as not to draw attention on himself, he could take long walks among the hills and all that greenery reminded him of Hogwarts a little bit.

And when he wanted to have some fun, he just had to lure someone, perhaps with the excuse of being a foreign tourist looking for information. And once they were isolated, all that remained to do was to disapparate with them into the Volturi's Manor.

This was another of those days and he had just apparated in the main hall. He stood in front of the three thrones with Aro, sitting at the central one, looking at him with mock reproach. The only one who was truly reproachful was Jane, standing in the center of the room.

"Barty! Again?" she snapped, moving towards the more inexperienced vampire.

"I was bored!" he shrugged as he tied his victim with magic ropes, silencing her with another spell.

"You will expose us!" the blonde retorted.

"It never happened."

"You've only been here with us for three weeks!"

"Well, it never happened in three weeks!" he remarked cheekily, snatching a chuckle from Aro.

The millennia-old vampire loved his insolence.

"Sister, never mind!" Alec interjected, with his usual apathetic attitude.

"No, I do mind, he has to learn how to behave!" she insisted, ignoring her twin and addressing the newcomer.

"You know the rules. You don't go out hunting. Heidi takes care of bringing us the unaware victims when she organizes her trips, as she did yesterday." Jane retorted.

"Oh yes, yesterday was a memorable day!" Barty licked his lips at the memory.

"That's it, you see? That gave us enough sustenance for a month. There is no need for these ... extras. " she mumbled, pointing to the victim. The girl could only look at them with terror in her eyes, tightening the strings each time she struggled. The ropes had already begun to cut her wrists and a few drops of blood spilled on the floor.

"But it's funny!" Barty pointed out, bringing the bleeding wrist of the crying girl to his mouth and licking it, without even displaying his canines.

"Impudent! You can't always do as you please! You deserve a lesson," she decided, staring at him. "Pain!" she exclaimed immediately afterwards.

Barty fell to his knees in excruciating pangs of pain, but still found the strength to pull out his wand.

"CRUCIO!" he yelled, pointing it against her.

This broke her deadly eye contact. Jane went from being the Executioner, causing deadly pain, to finding herself a victim, cursed by a suffering she had never experienced before.

"I appreciate the attempt, pretty girl," Barty said with a smirk, "but I've had a year of tremendous and constant transformations into a guy without a leg and an eye. I'm rather trained in pain." He stood up, continuing his curse. "So what's it like to taste your own medicine?"

In response, Jane continued to scream, lying on the ground, convulsing.

"Aro, are you going to do something about it or what?" Marcus asked his brother, turning to the raven-haired vampire, bewildered.

"Why on earth should I? They are so hilarious, much more than those jesters we had at court!" Aro chuckled.

"The jesters didn't make us laugh even once, but they were delicious!" Caius grinned.

Deciding that he had had enough, Barty raised his wand, freeing Jane from his painful influence. Alec immediately went to his sister's rescue.

"No one has ever treated me like this before ..." she muttered as Alec helped her up. "What a man!" she sighed in fascination, following Barty with her eyes.

- And he also called me 'pretty girl'! - she gloated to herself .

"And anyway, apart from the little taste I had before, I took her for you, Jane," Barty revealed, freeing the now passed out victim from the magic strings and throwing her into the more than surprised vampire's arms.

"Oh!" was all she could say.

"I know you have a soft spot for young female students," the Death Eater murmured, then turned his gaze to Alec. "Next time I'll bring you a young scion."

"There will be no next times!" Alec snapped. "There shouldn't have been this time either. Sister, repeat it to him, as well," he sought Jane's support.

"Oh, such a fuss, brother, you heard it, right? Barty is cautious, he is discreet, and he takes only one victim at a time. He has not drawn any attention to himself. He will not expose us, "she said to calm him, but Alec noticed the smile that Barty gave her.

"If you want, I can bring that fainted Muggle back to consciousness so you can have fun with it," he suggested with complicity.

"Huh no, thank you. I prefer the old way. Time is not a problem for us."

In the midst of this mess Alec felt betrayed and abandoned.

"Aro, aren't you going to say anything?" he whimpered, trusting in his Sire's intervention.

"Sure. To you, Alec, I say "Shut up, you're making a big deal about what is actually a trifle.'" Aro rolled his eyes, before looking at Barty. "To you, puppy, I tell you to follow me in my room. Seeing you at work like that is having a certain effect on me…"

Barty rushed at him at supernatural speed, dragging him away with him. The destination was Aro's bedroom. Not that Barty didn't have his own, but mostly he was a regular and very welcome guest of the millennial vampire.

"Well, I don't understand your tendency to give gifts to Jane. If you're trying to get in good with her, I believe that already happened a while ago," Aro scolded, tugging at his hair, as if to punish him. "Now are you also being nice to Alec? Shall I expect some cuteness of yours also towards Caius and Marcus? "

In response Barty laughed, kissing him violently.

"I like you jealous, but you don't have to fear. Mine is just an attempt to integrate. I see Jane as neither more nor less than a sister, which in a certain sense she is… and as the only child I have always been, to me it's such a new thing to experience. " he commented, snatching a tender murmur from his Sire.

But Barty was aiming for nothing tender.

"As for you, I'm not even remotely playing nice!" the Dark Wizard grinned, pushing him onto the bed. A flick of the wand and the noble vampire's clothes dissolved, another spell just whispered and the magic cords imprisoned him to the bed.

"If you think this will keep me away from you, you are a little too optimistic, puppy!" Aro growled excitedly, sure he could break the ropes with a few simple tugs, but he was astonished to find that the truth was very different.

"They are vampire proof, you would never be able to break them, you would just hurt yourself… not that the prospect of seeing you bleed doesn't excite me!" the Death Eater chuckled, starting to unbutton his shirt very slowly and just a little, to torture him as much as possible. Aro expressed his frustration with a loud growl, further amusing Barty.

"I don't need to take off my clothes for the moment," he explained, crawling over him with feline movements. "Now I want to dedicate myself just and only to you."

He began with a long and moist kiss, more and more ravenous and voracious, before going down the throat. There the temptation to pull out the canines was strong, but Barty was able to resist. There would be time.

He continued his kisses on his shoulders, along his arms, he lingered for a considerable time on his nipples, sucking and torturing them a little with his normal teeth. Every groan he drew from Aro was a clear invitation to him to continue.

Barty did his utmost to pay attention to every part of the snowy body of the millennial vampire, leaving the showpiece for the last. Aro was by now consumed with impatient desire, but the wait was certainly worth it.

Barty began to caress his member, now fully erect and throbbing, for some time, teasing just enough to drive Aro mad with lust. Then he placed delicate kisses on the tip, letting his jerky and quick tongue do the rest.

Aro was in even more raptures when the younger vampire took him in his mouth, gradually, without haste, in a slow and pleasant agony. That was before he felt a stabbing pain that made him scream wildly.

"Barty, did you bite me ... there ?" he asked for explanations. The pain gave way to tantalizing pleasure and an overwhelming orgasm, stronger than any he had previously experienced

"The urge was stronger than me, forgive me ..." Barty tried to apologize, raising his head and licking the remaining drops of blood from his mouth. His elongated canines were still on display as he watched the signs of their intrusion disappear from the offended part.

"Puppy, remind me to never put a stop to your initiative!" Aro chuckled, still floating in ecstatic afterglow, and then became more serious. "Barty, what are your feelings towards me?"

Barty lay down next to him, taking a few seconds to collect his ideas.

"I find your company very delightful. You keep giving me new stimuli, both as a vampire and as a Dark Wizard. And, last but not least, we have amazing sex!" He made Aro laugh in the last part. "Can this be enough for you, for now, without looking at all costs for the word that begins with L?"

Aro stared at him silently and then smiled.
"Yes, puppy, that's enough for now."

"Either way, you are and will always remain my savior. Maybe it won't be romantic, but it's very meaningful." Barty murmured, kissing him.

"Happy and proud of it. But now… what about you free me? So I'll show you why it was the right choice!" Aro looked at him and winked.

Barty obeyed and quickly realized that Aro wasn't lying about it.

-

The days followed one another, time passing almost without Barty realizing it. Until one day, something most unusual broke the peaceful rhythm. The most recent of the maids that were their servants, a young girl who was about the age of twenty, with an uncertain gait and trembling hands, came into the presence of the Volturi with a letter closed by sealing wax. Miraculously, it did not slip from the silver tray that supported it.

Barty was standing beside the wall, looking at the servant and then at his Sire, as if it was a game of ping pong.

"Mis-MisterVolturi, I-I bring you a letter from a certain Mr. Moldevort ..." she stammered in utter confusion, extending the little tray towards him.

Aro tore off the sealing wax, but his eyes were on the unfortunate young woman.
Barty was also glaring at her.

"Sweet Sandra, I guess you meant Lord Voldemort!" Aro corrected her coldly.

"Y-yes, I'm sorry, pl-please-forgive me!" The unfortunate woman did her best to apologize.

"Tsk, tsk, I don't tolerate distraction when communicating with me!" He shook his head, bored.

"It will not happen again!" she assured.

Aro grinned in a way that froze the blood in her veins.

"Oh, but I know it won't happen again," he commented with a chuckle. He turned his bemused gaze to Barty.

"I can, can't I?" the younger asked impatiently, already clutching his wand in one hand.

"Oh yes, puppy. Have fun as well," his Sire agreed. "I'll have to find a servant who can speak correctly!" he snorted, bored.

Barty was already behind the girl, but she didn't dare speak or move. He tugged her violently by the hair, to take her to the adjacent room and from there the others heard only the chilling screams from the unlucky girl and the sadistic laughter from the Death Eater for an indefinite time.

"I'd say he's not one of those who get right to the point," Marcus commented.

"I find him funny," Caius gave his opinion. "We needed some noise in this house!"

When he decided he had played enough with his victim, Barty unceremoniously cast the Killing Curse and the others noticed the green glow.

"I'd say I feel much better now!" he commented, satisfied, returning to the three thrones.

"I told you you were going back to Hogwarts, didn't I? Well, my beloved, the time has come. Voldemort expresses a desire to see you again. We will leave at sunset and do not even try to offer me some of your magical devilry. I travel the old way and you will keep me company," he said firmly, making Barty laugh.

"I would even go there on foot, as Muggles step, just to reach that place!" Barty swore.

"I know and, yes, you can have his letter," Aro smiled, anticipating his wishes, and handed it to him.

During that same day Barty lost count of how many times he had reread the letter. He stroked the now dried ink of that elegant and majestic handwriting with his fingertips, imagining the tone of his Dark Lord's voice and his mood at the time he had written it. Certainly he would keep it among his fondest mementos.

- -

The carriage dropped them off at Hogwarts Castle.

Lord Voldemort had arranged everything for their arrival. The Dark Lord had recommended that, before reaching his headquarters at the Malfoy mansion, the two should take a tour of the school to see how much things had improved. Everything had been explained in the letter.

Barty was delighted to return with Aro to the school that had seen him as a teacher for a year, especially when he found that there were only young Pureblood wizards who were learning the Dark Arts under the guidance of other trusted Death Eaters. He found with pleasure the two Lestrange brothers, Rodolphus and Rabastan, who had recovered from the devastating years of captivity.

-

Aro was quite nervous when they met Fenrir Greyback. But, rather unusual for the quarrelsome nature of Barty, the young man was able to act as a peacemaker between the two of them and the werewolf.

"I'll have to give Voldemort a nice little speech about how inconvenient and very deplorable it is to keep such a fleabag in a public place. It undermines the decent image of Hogwarts," Aro muttered his disappointment, amusing his Childe, as they entered Diagon Alley. Barty had shown his Sire the magical secret passage at the back courtyard of The Leaky Cauldron.

"If anything, I don't understand why my Lord entrusted those incompetent Carrows with such tasks, not to mention Lucius!" the young Death Eater growled, deeply annoyed. "You know, Aro, this street was always teeming with people, especially Halfbloods and Mudbloods. Now none of them dare to be seen around here anymore!" he informed his Sire with satisfaction.

"If it weren't for the fact that we have already had a large dinner before leaving, it wouldn't cheer me up at all, my dear."

"At least Purebloods and Death Eaters are allowed to walk around here. They probably were told of our arrival. They do well to hide," the Dark Wizard grinned proudly.

-

Narcissa preferred not to welcome their guests. They were instead entrusted to that coward, Wormtail. He led them to the hall where Voldemort was waiting for them.

"Master, I brought you Aro Volturi and Barty, as you wished," said the animagus, looking for approval from his Master.

"Leave us alone, Wormtail," the Dark Lord ordered in a hissing voice. He was sitting with his back to them. He only got up after his servant had taken his leave.

"Aro, my good friend," he greeted the millennial vampire. They both smiled as Voldemort walked towards him.

"I thank you above all for the comfortable journey you arranged for me to have," Aro said.

"I had to do something," Voldemort smiled. "You definitely don't strike me as someone who enjoys trains."

"That's true," the millennial vampire proudly agreed.

"And, Barty, my boy!" Voldemort turned his attention to him. The Dark Wizard was looking at him with religious silence, kneeling on the ground and gazing up with adoring eyes.

But something was wrong.
Voldemort realized that he must have practiced some camouflage spell on himself to change his complexion and eyes.

"Ah-ah, Bartemius, no masks with me," he admonished, shaking his head. He gestured to show that the younger man could get up. Then he ran a hand over his adoring face, thus canceling the effects of those spells. Now Voldemort was satisfied.

"Were you ashamed of what your new nature is now? You shouldn't. Look at yourself; immortality suits you ... "

If only he was still able to do that again, Barty would have blushed.

"My Lord ... you ... you are beautiful," he let out.

It was just as Aro had described him to him, even better, those icy eyes that looked at him so deeply then… Barty could have drowned in those eyes.

"Keep your enthusiasm in check, my dear fanged boy!" a high-pitched female voice interrupted them. "Idolizing my Dark Lord is my job. I'll take care of it," Bellatrix purred as she moved up to stand next to her Master.

From her sudden entrance, Barty knew she had probably apparated into the room.

(End I)

Notes:

The distracted maid scene is inspired by the hidden scene in Twilight (one of my favorite Aro moments, I had to recreate it ... with a few variations that I hope you enjoyed; P)

More, so much more to come and get ready for lots of Bellatrix's and Barty's cat and dogs fights XD
I just hope you enjoyed so far, pleeeease, let me know

p.s. If you want to see Barty in an AU, as human check my newest story 'Find your mirror' ;)