Chapter Five: Wish Two

The water splashing a blush appears on the potters face, "Wh-What are you talking about!" Harry squeals swishing around in the tub hearing the voice had come from behind him.

The shadow remaining around the corner, it doesn't move, "My boy," the dark lords voice echoes, "Use your imagination,"

Growling the boys scowl lowers into the water hiding from the shadow that loomed closer, "I'd rather not," he mumbles his lips brushing the warm bathwater.

"What are you afraid of?" his voice comes whispering in his ear causing the boy to flinch whipping around slamming against the edge of the large swimming pool tub. Long finger nails digging into the long wet jet black hair belonging to Harry; Voldemort grins pulling the boy halfway out of the water hearing his screams as the boy grabs the ledge trying to pull himself back down.

"Let me go!" he continues to scream pulling and jerking trying to get away only making things worse.

"Oh," the lord hums sweetly, flopping the boy onto the floor, "I think not," the grip on his hair remaining tight; while his free hand traces over the boys smooth face with one of his nails leaving a clean cut across his cheek.

Grunting Harry's arms fight against the older man, "L-Let. Me. Go!" he fights spying his wand out of his reach. 'Why am I not dead,' the boy continues to fight his back arching trying to get his hands free.

"My, my calm down," the dark lord states that grin on his lipless face his body hovering over Harry's lowering his head, "Make a wish Harry," he hums in the black haired boys ear his long snake like tongue caressing the boys ear feeling him full away.

"No," Harry grunts jerking away from the cool moist tongue, "Get away," fighting the sensation that sent shivers down his moist body.

"Make a wish," he repeats leaning towards the small ear nipping it getting another shiver out of him.

"N-why-," he grunts feeling the warm breath against his cold wet face making his teenaged hormones act on impulse.

Shivering the boy tries to block that thought out when he hears that voice again, "Come one Harry," the dark lord coaxes that smirk on his lips feeding off the boy's fear, "What are you afraid of?" he asks his nails digging into the skinny wrists. The pale cloaked body above the nude body, "You know you want it," he tempts taking advantage of the boy's hormones.

Blushing unsure of what the lord was talking about considering his reputation, "W-What are you talking about?" Harry asks his cheeks tinting, "Why won't you kill me?" he blurts out his eyes shutting the tint darkening as if to expect an immediate death.

"I had no idea you liked pain Harry," the lord snorts amused his claw like hand trailing from the boys cheek to his stomach seeing the boys soapy legs raise from there position on the floor.

"I don't!" the black haired boy yells gasping at the cold hand sliding so smoothly against his wet body.

"Wish," the lord grins trailing farther with his nail dragging down past the boy's navel hearing his grunt his resistance dissolving.

'Why-,' Harry thinks weakly feeling the dark lord's hand grasps his own arousal, which was the last thing on Harry's mind, 'does he want me-,' he pauses that though feeling the long fingers wrap around him his hips raising against his will, "no," he whispers tossing his head his fingers trying to grasp the hard floor, only to fail, "stop it," he whispers again feeling that vial hand violating him.

"I won-,"

"I wish you would leave!" Harry screams eyes shut, regretting it when he feels the vial hand disappear from his lower extremities. His eyes cracking back open his face remained a slight pinkish red, and around him a slight smoky haze surrounded him, 'I don't get it,' he swallows nervously feeling his stomach turn pissed at the lack of attention he was getting. 'Why does he want me to wish?'

Left with more problems then he'd expected during the bath he had one mission tomorrow, and that involved a trip to the library.

Stirring from his sleep Harry didn't get a lot of it last night, he's dreams all involvedhim, of all the people it had to be him! His vial disgusting hand that had murdered his parents, why was he dreaming about Voldemort?

"Harry you coming?" the familiar red head asks seeing his friend finally show some signs of life.

His mind on his dreams the black haired boy blushes embarrassed, 'why do I- what happened last night?' he thinks trying to contain himself.

"Harry?"

"Uh, yea," he spits out shaking his head, "Wait where are you going?"

"You don't remember?" Ron asks shocked, "Harry maybe you should go to the hospital wing,"

Shaking his head, that was the last thing he needed, "No I'm just spacing out," seeing his friend look at him as if he thought he was stupid, "serious I'll concentrate more,"

Sighing, "Fine but we're supposed to practice Quitich," Ron states pulling out Harry's broom.

"Oh," he replies, "Um I can't I've got something to take care of first," Harry states somewhat chuckling, turning down his 'outlet' from the world from Voldemort, this wouldn't fly for Ron.

Raising an eyebrow, "Really now what is it?" he asks interested.

"Ah just some boring old research," Harry says telling the truth to a degree.

Making a face, "You'd rather do that then Quitich!" the red head gasps shocked.

"Better get it out of the way now," Harry states not wanting to reply sliding out of his bed already in a set of robs, 'what did happen last night,' he blinks sliding into his shoes running out the door leaving Ron in mid thought.

'Tisk tisk that wasn't very nice,' the dark lord voices as if he'd been awake for awhile.

Shivering at that voice, 'DON'T TALK TO ME!' the boy mentally yells surprising himself.

'Are you still mad about last night?' the devilish lord asks laughing to his amusement.

'last-night,' his thoughts pause as he travels down the corridor to the main hall for some food before the studying commenced.

'Why yes last night what you don't remember?' he slips out as if you could picture the grin on his face.

'What happened?' Harry asks barely able to concentrate on not bumping into anyone as he walks through the open doors finding a seat at his table with people he knew. Blocking out there voices he nods acknowledging them grabbing some crescent rolls, French toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs.

'Looks delicious,'

'Stop changing the subject!' Harry huffs wanting so much to slap the man, 'What happened?'

'Find out yourself,' Voldemort states making his presence known to Harry he was gone.

Finishing the food in a foal mood, on watchers could tell something was eating him though none dared to approach him. Finishing off his orange juice he leaves the table heading for the library where he hoped to figure out what was going on.

Surprised at how empty it was, this worked in favor of him as he paced back and forth with books on the subject of 'wishes'. Once he had an ample about of them around five he sat down picking the first on the pill flipping through the index.

Time passes and nothing, 'fuck!' he wants to scream closing the fifth book from the second search, "there's nothing," he lets out irritated.

'Of course not,' Voldemort yawns, 'try the restricted section,' he comments as if to point to the section.

Glaring in that direction some girls that happened to pass scurried off seeing his death glare, 'I won't,' he comments getting up sighing grabbing the books to replace them and gather others.

Flipping through the shelves the finds three more books, "this is the last trip," he states to the books flopping onto the chair flipping the first book open. A yawn escaping his lips his hand covers and his eyes land on the random page he'd landed on.

A picture of a wizard it looked like, however, he looked like a gene, "No way,"

'Exactly Harry,' Voldemort states falsely getting his hopes up on purpose, "that's not what it is,'

Ignoring him, he reads farther sighing, 'he was right,' flipping the page in hope, there was another wizard minus the gene look reading farther things seemed to match up.

'Damn,'

The qualities of a gene are well known throughout the world. However for a wizard or witch to act as such is not unheard of. For a wizard or witch to act in such a manner can only lead to one motive …

Gasping as he continues, 'no way,' he thinks shaking his head unaware he was doing it.

… Lust. This concept of wishes for a muggle can be deadly, after the third wish the muggle becomes indebted to the wizard or witch. However the same could be said with a wizard or witch, however it is harder to sway them due to there magical abilities. Due to its new punishment it died out in the late 1980's and ….

"Three wishes," Harry mumbles pausing his eyes widening, "I've already made-," swallowing, 'two,'