Alright, here's the deal everyone. I am not going to be putting another author's note or disclaimer on this story after this chapter. I know that I've said that before but I'm really serious this time. No more. Not unless I have something that I want brought to your attention. So here we ago. Again, I don't own Harry Potter or it's affiliates and I'm not making any money. This was originally a story by Makurayami Ookami. Love all of you guys and I hope you love it! The pairings are SS/HP, DM/HP and, of course, LV/HP. Warnings are as follows: Mpreg( much much later though), BDSM, Slash( the most important!), gore, mentions of abuse, possible drug use and of course, promiscuous behavior.

Chapter One

Draco sighed heavily in relief, finding himself blissfully alone. That Parkinson was going to be the death of him. She just would not lay off! Maybe she would get the hint if she saw him making out with another guy. He was bi, don't get him wrong. He enjoyed the differences in both guys and girls, but she was a pain. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner, hidden from sight in his Lord's library. The children of the Inner Circle had taken to spending the breaks at the Dark Lord's manor in Derbyshire, a tactical move that had been put into play last year when the Boy-Who-Lived had betrayed the Light side, making the old bat step up his attacks. Draco found himself missing his home but they had fun at Inquist Estate. They learned from the best, including Harry Potter who taught them Combat Fitness while Lord Voldemort himself taught them Combat Tactics and Strategy along side him. The most laughable part of the whole situation was that Potter was actually believed to be kidnapped! Dumbledore thought that the teen had been kidnapped when the Dark Lord rose again, sending the message via Cedric Diggory's carved up corpse. A message that had been written in both boy's blood.

"Why hello, lovely." A low, sexy voice purred in his ear.

Speak of the bloody devil. Draco turned his frowning silver eyes to find Harry Potter leaning against the library wall, a parsletongue tome in hand. Potter was dressed in ceremonial robes of some sort but they were left opened, revealing skin tight leather beneath. Potter had revealed himself as quite the sex muffin when he was finally freed of his bonds under the Light. He loved to wear tight, revealing clothing that made others of both the Light and Dark recall their most distracting fantasies. In fact, their Lord was the boy's most avid admirer and had been trying to lure Potter into his bed for some time, not that it worked. Potter enjoyed making people beg and work for his attentions and of course the Dark Lord was much too proud for that. His black hair was grown down to his waist in sleek waves. Hanging from his belt was a small marionette. A puppet. Harry's chosen weapon.

"Potter, what have I told you? Stop calling me that!" He growled, trying to seem as if he had not been just running from a girl, of all things.

He could see it now, the great Draco Malfoy, commanding force of the 2nd generation Death Eaters, running from one potential( she wishes!) suitor. It would give the teen cause to mock him forever. Harry grinned, his smile mocking in itself.

"Of course, pretty. How could I forget?"



Draco ground his teeth in annoyance but couldn't help but notice how gorgeous Potter looked in those sexy clothes. There was a heavy smear of blood running down Voldemort's most devoted follower's robes and in the dark of the library, Draco could see the silhouette of two figures, one sitting up and the other unmoving and prone on the ground. Neither appeared to be breathing. The youngest Malfoy swallowed convulsively. Potter wasn't known for being the Dark Lord's most devoted for his handsome looks. He was a true killer, commanding a series of lifesized dolls to do his bidding. There were haunted rumors amongst the faithful that Harry Potter had a whole army of mannequins in the deepest parts of the dungeons, just waiting to be of service to their master in the final battle. No one had ever had the courage to see for themselves though. More frightening things than dolls roamed the Dark Lord's dungeons, like Inferi. He nearly shuddered in revulsion. Potter's dolls were nearly more fearsome though but for reasons other than outside appearances. Potter's dolls obeyed, not because of the magic running through them, but because of the souls locked away inside the wood. He trapped the souls of his victims into the very puppets he controlled. Harry noticed his gaze and his grin became a frightening thing to behold.

"Ah, you have stumbled across my work, I'm afraid. Would you like to see?" Draco shook his head, fear filling his eyes as Potter drew him close by the arm, "Oh, don't be alarmed, pretty. I won't steal your soul. I just want you to see a small portion of my life's work. It really is quite the thing to witness."

As they came closer, Draco could see a man's body laying face up on the ground and the life sized puppet of a man that held a disturbing resemblance to the corpse. All was silent except for their breathing. Runes were covering the doll's skin in what Draco knew to be the man's blood. The body had tubes coming from the chest, legs and arms pumping his blood into a bucket at his side. Draco winced. He did not die a painless death. At least he was one of the enemy. Potter was known to torment and play with his victims before finally killing him. He enjoyed the chase.

"As you can see, I am using his blood as a binding agent to tie his soul inside the puppet. Based on what we have gone over in class, why is this, Draco?"

He covered his discomfort with a sneer.

"Because blood is the oldest, most primitive ingredient for use in any sort of magic. It carries a person's magic, life and sometimes, even their soul. Every major religion in the world uses blood in some way. Steal a person's blood and you steal their life. Everyone knows this." He responded, glad that he at least sounded calm.

Harry nodded, pleased.

"I however, seal my spells with parsletongue so only myself and Lord Voldemort may undo them. Doll, arise. Come to your Master's Call." He hissed at last.

As expected, the doll stood from it's sitting position, straightening itself out and stepped forward at the sound of Potter's voice.



" Excellent." He hissed something else in that exotic, and admittedly, sexy as hell, language and the doll walked away, leaving the room at a steady, jerking pace.

Harry smiled at him brightly and Draco found that more disturbing than anything else and yet…pleasing. That Potter was looking at him that way made a feeling of intense pleasure radiate through his body.

"Shall we join the others? We can take the back halls and avoid Parkinson."

Damn.

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