Okay. The story is going to be mainly Harry/Voldemort. But it will have some Harry/Draco later on. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter. I repeat I own nothing.
Key:
"…" This is speech.
This is Parseltounge
This is thoughts.
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Chapter 7.
The times had changed. The world was now ruled. Voldemort killed the opposition and became the minister of Magic. He had ran off Dumbledore years ago. He growled and was bored and walked to the lake and he felt something. He wondered how things had become the way they are. He looked out over the water and saw something rise and float he walked out on the water and picked Harry up out of the air. Voldemort took the boy back up into the school and into the infirmary. He laid him on a bed and watched as a black collar appeared around the boys throat with a tag on it.
Harry groaned and opened his eyes. He then sat up quickly and looked around. And he saw Voldemort. He then lowered his eyes and spoke.
"You are my master now. You may own me. But I will never submit to you willingly. What year is it?"
" The year is 2008. What is your name?"
" My name is Harry. Harry Potter."
Voldemort gaped and looked at him in confusion.
"You are supposed to be dead."
" no. I cannot die. I have no way to die. My life is the worlds and my death is the worlds. I know that now. I take it that you won the war."
Voldemort nodded and stood. Harry sighed sadly and was resigned to his fate. He stood and moved behind Voldemort and looked at the ground. Voldemort shook his head and walked out of the infirmary and left the building and he knew that Harry was following. Once outside of the wards Voldemort grabbed Harry and apperated them to Slytherin Manor. Voldemort smiled as they appeared in his bedroom.
"Welcome to your new home Harry. You will have free reign in here. As long as you know your place."
" I have no place. You may own my body. But you will never break me."
Voldemort growled and backhanded harry so hard his head snapped to the side. Then Voldemort shook his head and left the room and walked to his study and began to work.
Harry shook and transfigured his clothes into something warmer. Then he looked around the room and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. He found the library and looked through and picked out a book then settled down in a chair and began to read. He would obey but he would fight Voldemort in private.
Voldemort growled and entered his bedroom and swore then cast a tracking charm and followed it to Harry. He then said angrily.
"You were supposed to stay in the bedroom?"
" I didn't know that. As I said before you may own me but you will never break me."
" That is uncertain. I am sure that you would crack under torture. Now back to the bedroom. You are supposed to act like a slave because that is what you are. It is what the collar means."
"Fine. But I will never submit to you."
Harry then stormed out of the library and walked into the bedroom. Voldemort followed and conjured a whip. Harry snarled and glared at him. Voldemort smirked and ordered.
"Strip. Or I will undress you myself. You will learn to show respect."
Harry growled again and slowly undressed he then turned and walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. He waited for the beating to begin. He knew that he earned it but couldn't bring himself to care.
Voldemort followed and sighed sadly and raised the whip and struck Harry's flesh hard and without reservation. He administered 10 lashes then he stopped and vanished the whip he then said.
" You are to sleep on the floor. I do not care where. You are not allowed out of my bedroom or the bathroom. You are not allowed to where clothes until you earn them back. Are we clear?"
Harry nodded and glared hatefully at him. And walked by and lay down in a corner and shuddered as his beaten back touched the carpet.
Voldemort smirked and got into his own bed and went to sleep for the night.
Harry slept fitfully the night through. He woke before dawn the next morning and shuddered in remembrance of what had happened. He glared at the wall as he realized that someone none other than Voldemort had freed him from his prison. He growled lowly and turned and sat up and watched Voldemort waiting for him to wake.
Meanwhile in Grimworld palace Dumbledore had the order gathered. He looked over the combatants and smiled with a twinkle in his eye when he saw The "Boy-Who-Lived" And the potters enter. He spoke straight to Jason.
"We know that the dark lord has grown in power. None can stand against him in a fair fight. I believe that Jason still has to find the power."
" What Power? I know of no way to hurt him. Hell he almost killed me. If you guys hadn't arrived I would be dead. I think we should run."
" Now my boy. You are the boy-who-lived. You shouldn't be thinking like that. Good always wins. I am sending your parents out now. They and 3 other members will attempt to gather information."
Jason waited until he was alone with Dumbledore then he looked harshly at him. And said in anger.
"My brother is dead. He ran away. And now you are sending what is left of my family on a death mission!!!"
"It is all for the greater good."
Dumbledore then walked out and apperated to his home that was still hidden. He walked into his office and smiled evilly. He then started to make plans to make his problems go away.
Jason fumed and growled lowly. He then ran after his parents he didn't want them to die. He went home when he realized they had already left for the day. He walked up to his room and sat down on his bed to think.
Meanwhile Voldemort woke that morning and yawned. He sat up and saw Harry and smiled.
"How are you today Harry?"
"Go away Bastard. I'm fine though."
"Would you like another beating?"
Harry paled and looked away and watched the floor. Voldemort laughed and walked out of the room and headed to his study and started to work.
Harry sighed once he was gone and walked into the bathroom and cut on the hot water he sighed and stepped under the spray of the shower. He winced as the water hit the wounds on his back he shook his head and pushed the pain away. He dried off after he was clean then walked back into the bedroom and walked to the window and sat down in front of it and looked out over the grounds. He smiled happily.
Voldemort was working when a death eater came in.
"My lord. We have captured James and Lilly Potter. They are in the dungeons."
"Good job. Dismissed. I will deal with them personally."
Voldemort closed his eyes once he was alone again and wondered how he should deal with the potter's. He knew that someone had told the world that the brat Jason was the boy-who-lived. Voldemort would admit the boy was strong but no where near him. Unlike Harry. Voldemort was amazed at the boys power and ability to block out his emotions at will and withstand pain. He growled as he realized that he could have Harry deal with his family. He smiled and realized that it might work.
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Author's note: Hello. I know that it is not much longer but I am working on it. I plan for it to become a nice long fic. Thank you and please review. I am going to be working on Dark Lords Time now. Thank you all.