Alright, this is not my first story, but it's only my second one ever posting on here. MAJOR WARNING, so listen up:
DARK!HARRY Dumbledore!BASHING
HOT AND STEAMY SLASH, OR GUYXGUY
VOLDEMORT/HARRY

If you have any problem with any of these things, are too young or too immature to read this, go away.
That's what the back button is for. I don't need flamers, and I promise you, I'm not gonna give a rats butt
if you don't like my writing or this pairing. Cuz for every one of you, there is at least four that do.

Disclaimer: I do not own this, or any of the characters. And even though I do in fact own these books, I do not own the rights to any of them.
So go bother JK Rowling for making this pairing so scrumptious if you got a problem with it.

A/N: Alright, I know it's been a very long time since I've updated. I'm sorry, so very sorry. I'm not going to make some lame excuse, though. I will be completely honest. I just didn't type it. This one is a little shorter than the before, and seems (to me, at least) that you read it a lot quicker. So, yeah, read, review, give me ideas! FEED ME! I simply cannot function all on my own. I need help from you all, you know (:

Harry Potter was furious. For a number of reasons. One: Ron and Hermione were getting on his nerves. Like bloody crying babies. Hermione wouldn't shut up about how his comment at dinner last night was uncalled for, and that he needed to just go apologize to Ron already. Which wasn't going to happen. Despite the fact he had told her repeatedly that he wasn't going to, she still wouldn't shut her trap about it. Ron was just being his usual, immature bratty self. Obviously ignoring him, but openly, making it a point to point out that he was ignoring Harry.

Two: He had woken up in soiled boxers on the Astronomy Tower. Granted, he had been the one to fall asleep there, and it was his fault that he forgot that the Dark Lord loved to tease him in his sleep. Still, he knew that Tom knew where he was. He had done it intentionally, of that he was sure. Oh, just thinking about that man... it set his nerves on fire. If he could get his hands on him at that moment... He'd punch him so hard in his face he'd fracture his jaw. He'd hex him into the next decade, and make sure he stayed there! Then... he'd grab his face and crash their lips together, and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

Probably not in that order.

Three: Voldemort still refused to tell him what that mark on his neck was. First chance he got, he was researching it in the library. It irritated him, that Voldemort wouldn't tell him the meaning of something on HIS body. HIS body! Not Voldemort's, not Tom Riddle's, not Jack down the street's. His. Harry bloody Potter's. That man dared leave a mark on him on not tell him the meaning of it? Dismissing it, is more what he did, or promising that 'all would show in the near future'. God, that infuriated him.

Four: He was late. For Potion's. Snape's first class of the year and he was going to be late. Still, he would rather show up late than show up on time without his essay. It took him the better part of three weeks to write it, to make sure everytihng was correct. He damn sure wasn't going to show up without it. Might as well decide to flunk the entire year. Well, he probably was going to do that anyway. He wasn't going to be liked any more by Snape now that he was Lord Voldemort's... what was he to Voldemort again?

Ugh... I don't even know... Via their mind connection he could feel the man's smug attitude, but continued to ignore him. Far too pissed at him, he didn't even want to ask him. Not what he was to the man, not what the mark meant. Didn't even want him in his head, but he wasn't good enough at Occlumency to keep the man out. So, instead, he ignored him.

Darting into his dormitory, he lunged across the beds in his way, using them as springboards in order to reach his own. Dropping to his knees, rushing so quickly he bruised both kneecaps, he threw open his trunk, digging into the contents to find his rolled up parchment that had his Potion's essay on it. Fuck... Snape's gonna kill me! Anxiety rumbled in his stomach, at the thought of what Spane was going to do if he was late. Shit! He darted back out of the dormitory, sprinting as fast as he could back to the dungeons, ignoring the furious feeling he was receiving from Voldemort.

He won't do anything to you. I see not why you are so fearful. The Dark Lord couldn't understand how the boy could fear his follower.

Keh, the boy replied, quite forgetting his resolve not to speak to the wizard. I see him every single day. He can make my life hell. He's like a thorn in my bloody side. He clutched at his side while he ran, a stitch forming from how fast he was running. You don't make my life hell. Quite the opposite, really. The teen could feel the man's pleasure at the words via their link, but ignored it, biting his lip as he ran into the dungeon just as Snape entered the room, signalling that if he would have been a have second later, he would have been too late.

"Whoo..." he said aloud, wiping sweat from his forehead. The only empty seat was beside Neville, and he plopped down beside him, grinning over at him. Harry had nothing against Neville, nothing at all. Though a little slow at times, he didn't cause any harm, really, and he had a good heart. That always counted for something in Harry's book.

"I am pleased to see that our most famous celebrity," he sneered the words, setting Harry's teeth to edge as he glared up at the greasy haired teacher, "has finally decided to join us." Gritting his teeth, he lowered his gaze to keep from yelling at him. He was so furious, at everyone, at everything. He was so very much so done with everyone in that school. All of their lying, thieving selves... The very thought made him want to spit at something. If Snape kept pestering him... well, he only had so much control.

Voldemort watched through Harry's eyes as everything happened, quite pleased at the feelings he was feeling from him. Anger was not something he often felt from his little Serpent, not at this magnitude. He was about to boil over, his fingers itching for his wand. The Dark Lord could feel his want, his need to hex something, to get it out of his system, and he relished in it. Feeling such emotions coming from his little Serpent...

Ah, the bliss.

Honestly, it was a turn on for him, seeing, feeling Harry in such a state. This was what he wanted, the bare, pure essence of the boy he had chosen all those years before, the boy that was his in all possible ways. He didn't want the front the boy put on for all around him, he didn't want the false smiles and half lies. He wanted the pure, raw, bare boy. He wanted nothing more and nothing less than everything of that boy. No lies, no blasphemy... Voldemort craved it like a starving man craved food, a drowning woman craved oxygen. He would give anything in the world for it.

Smirking to himself, the man realized that wasn't quite right. He was giving the world for it; with his Serpent, he was taking over the world. He was giving the world to his Serpent, and in return... He and his Serpent would rule for all eternity. The very thought of standing atop the world with the green eyed teen by his side made him harder than he ever would have thought possible. Licking his lips, he decided to share his little... problem.

Harry was chopping up roots for his potion, not truly paying attention to anything around him, not Snape's lurking, not Neville's babbling, not Ron's glaring. His mind drifted away, mechanically chopping his roots and leaving Voldemort with an open door to do as he wished. This is simply too easy... Voldemort thought to himself while he conjured up the image in Harry's mind, keeping quiet to watch Harry's reaction play out.

Thin, white fingers trailed down his chest, a voice breathing heavily in his ear from behind. "Harry..." the man moaned, pulling him closer, pressing their bare bodies flush. "Mmm... Harry..."

Harry's knife slipped and knicked one of his fingers, blood instantly pooling to the surface. Jerking back at the pain, he hissed under his breath a curse, lifting the finger to his lips to suck on the blood. Neville looked over with wide, concerned eyes. "Are you alright, Harry?" The boy nodded, closing his eyes as if to close out the pain, in actuality chastizing the Dark Lord.

Don't you ever fucking do that again! he said in English, but in a voice that could not be denied a hiss. You made me bloody hurt myself! If that what you wanted? He felt the smug aura pouring off of Voldemort, and growled at him, pulling his finger from his lips to continue chopping his roots, the wound no longer bleeding.

No, my little Serpent, it was not my intention to have you hurt yourself. I never wish to have you hurting unless brought about directly by my own hands... A shiver traveled down Harry's spine at the tone and the words, but he shook his head, trying to focus back on the task at hand. That wasn't a simple task, because

The hands traveling down his chest suddenly gripped his cock tightly, then instantly released him into a feather light touch, rubbing his inner thighs and balls in such a teasing manner that it made him want to scream...

STOP THAT! Harry had slipped again, but hadn't cut himself that time. Still, he could feel his face heating up... along with another part of his anatomy. Biting his inner cheek, he tried concentrating on his potion again, but it didn't seem to be working. Even without Voldemort putting the images in his head, they were slipping through, created by his own mind. He felt himself harden, and prayed that it wasn't noticable through his robes. I swear to the God in Heaven above, the Devil in Hell below, that when I get my fucking hands on you I'm going to rip you apart limb by limb, he hissed the words in Parseltongue, setting the man's teeth on edge.

Through their mental link, Harry felt the man's arousal, and grimaced. That was certainly not the reaction he wanted. Mmm... promise? Most definitely not what he wanted to happen. Running his fingers thorugh his hair, he dropped his roots (now fully chopped) into the cauldron. Shaking his head as if to clear it like a dog getting water from his ears, he turned his attention to the book in front of him, trying to read the directions and follow them so he could at least attempt to get somewhere close to the potion he was trying to make.

The teen was failing miserably. The words were swimming in front of his eyes, his dream from the night before coming to his mind despite his greatest efforts. he pushed the heels of his hands to his eyes until he saw stars, trying to force the images from his mind. Words, whispered hissing from that summer night in Number 4, Privet Drive made their home in his head, bouncing around back and forth between his temples.

...nothing more than a sip, a small taste of what I can give you. You belong at my side, on my side, forever, Harry. We were created to be together. I am the only one that could possibly understand you, just as you are the only one who could ever possibly understand me.

Harry shuddered, biting his lip as he stirred his potion, as he thought (guessed) he was supposed to do. Trying not to think of the night didn't work, and he heard more voices from that same memory, whispered only seconds later.

Join me, my dearest Serpent. Join me and we shall conquer the world together. You and I; our names will go down as the men who changed wizarding history forever.

Another shudder skittered down his spine, and he lightly shook his head again, pressing his lips tightly together while gritting his teeth. He knew that Voldemort wasn't doing it, that it was his own self conscience, which only made it worse. Knowing that the Dark Lord was only enjoying all the more pissed him off, and embarrassed him. Feeling his cheeks light up, he mentally cursed himself. Thank you, so very much, body. Thanks so bloody much. Voldemort's smug and aroused aura filled their mental link, and he bit his tongue to keep from gasping outloud.

"Why, even for you that's a poor, pathetic excuse for a Potion." Harry felt his cheeks heat up brighter at Snape's slimy voice in his ear, and spun around to glare at him, but the man was already walking away. It left Harry furious at the Potion's Master and himself, so he spun back around and began to shovel his personal items back into his back, eager to get out of that dungeon. He had just snapped it shut when the bell rang, dismissing them from class. The teen all but shoved everyone out of his way in order to get out of the classroom.

Voldemort was quite amused as his Serpent darted down the corridors of the school he himself missed so much. Ah, how it would feel to finally walk down those halls again... But that was a matter for a different time, for Harry was darting into the prefects' bathroom, locking the door behind him with a spell. The man smirked to himself, leaning back in his chair while stroking Nagini, eager to see how the events were going to play out.

Harry glanced around himself, nervously making his way through the bathroom to make sure that no one was in the bathroom. It was his lunch hour, so he didn't have to rush to get to class. Besides, he couldn't have done that anyway; his erection was making it hard to so much as walk, rubbing against his pants while he moved. Darting into one of the stalls of the bathroom, he quickly unbuttoned his robes from the waist down, leaving him plenty enough room to pull himself out of his pants, which pooled around his ankles. Licking his lips, the teen leaned back against the wall of the stall, reaching down the grip himself.

A moan slipped from between his lips, and his eyebrows pulled together at the images flowing through his mind, eager to have one of them played out. Each were about the Dark Lord, each made him throb in need even greater than the last. Reaching down, he gripped his balls, biting his tongue to keep from moaning. Twisting gently, he ran his other hand up and down his length, twisting his wrist while pulling. "Mmm..." the sound slipped from between his lips at the thought of Voldemort's mouth around his cock, licking and lapping at it like it was god given.

I don't believe in God, my little Serpent... "Ugh!" At the sound of Voldemort's voice in his head, his back arched, pleasure intensifying tenfold. The Dark Lord quieted, aroused by the teen's attraction to him. Panting softly, Harry concentrated on the memories of Voldemort's voice in his head, in his ear... A shudder went down his spine as he ran his thumb over his tip, twisting his balls while scraping a nail under the vein on the underside of his cock. "Hmm..." Giving a little whine, his hips thrust forward into his hand, and he panted, licking his lips and letting out a louder moan when he gently tugged on his own balls.

It was Voldemort he pictured doing all of this and more, the thoughts driving him quickly to orgasming. Shuddering incessantly, he steadily thrust his hips upward into his hand. His other hand left his balls, traveling back up to his mouth. On the way he tugged at his own nipples, biting his lip to keep from moaning. Once his hand reached his mouth, he drew two fingers into his orfice, sucking them greedily. It didn't matter that it was only masturbation, he needed something in him...

The realization had him stopping up short, almost prepared to mentally reevaluate himself when he realized something else. He didn't care. Simply didn't care. Didn't care about anything, not that he was about to finger himself, or that he was fully prepared to give Dumbledore the finger, though they were two completely separate ideas, they both brought him pleasure. So, instead of finding disgust in himself, he slipped in fingers out of his mouth and trailed them back down his body, reaching around behind himself. Not before tweaking his own nipple again, of course.

He hiked one of his legs up, pressing the flat of his foot to the stall wall opposite the one he was leaning against. Gripping his shaft tight, he took a deep breath and relaxed, picturing that it was Voldemort's finger that pressed into him. Biting his lip, he tensed his body, trying to relax for it to feel good. Remembering Voldemort's hiss in his ear, and gentle kisses over his body he relaxed, tilting his head back further. Slowly, he pumped his one finger in and out, timing it perfectly with his thrusts into his hand. "Ah..." he could feel it building up, his orgasm quickly approaching.

Suddenly, the words from his first sexual encounter with the Dark Lord burst into his head, so clear it sounded as though the man stood beside him, whispering the words in his ear, You are mine, my Serpent, my Chosen One. You are the one I chose, I am the one that chose you. You are mine! The hissed words made his body convulse, and he froze for a split second before exploding all over his hand and the stall, getting his semen everywhere. "Tom!" he shouted the name in a hiss, the feeling of his orgasm overcoming him.

Resting back, he panted against the wall he had been leaning against, removing his finger and shakily running his hands through his hair. That was more powerful of an orgasm he had ever experienced from self pleasure. The pure, dominating tone that rested in the man's voice, in those words seemed to own his entire being. He wasn't sure of anything anymore, except that everything he had ever thought was suddenly being changed, turned around, and he wasn't quite sure he wasn't enjoying it.

Muttering a quick spell, he hurriedly redressed, shoving his wand back in his pocket. He ran his fingers through his dark, unruly hair again, still ignoring the presence of Voldemort in his head. Very much so aware of the fact the man had been in his head the entire time, he chose not to say anything on the subject. Peeking his head out the door of the prefects' bathroom, he let out a sigh when he saw the corridor was empty. Making sure that there was not a 'drop' of evidence of his just accomplished dirty deed, he quickly exited the bathroom, strolling down the hallway as though nothing had happened.

His focus turning to something else, he headed to the stairs for the library. Now, to just find out what this bloody mark means...

Nagini was a naturally coy and playful creature. She had a sense of humor that her Master shared, except for when it was directed at him. He just so happened to do one of her favorite subjects. However, it wasn't fun often to tease the man, because there was not usually much to tease him about. When something did come up to tease him about, she simply could not stop herself. Especially when it was something dreadfully, awfully, amazing! So, when he opened his eyes again from fully emersing himself in his other Serpent's mind, fully erect, she couldn't help but give him a little bit of grief.

Mmm... Massster... came her sensual, hissing voice. He quirked an eyebrow at her, her dark scales reflecting the light from the fire, her eyes showing her mischievous side to him. Flicking her thin tongue out to taste the air, she eyed him with the equivalent of a serpentine smirk. It sseemsss Massster... That you have a problem to addressss... He growled at her dangerously, but all she did was flick her tongue out at him again, glee filling her coldblooded body.

"Yes, it does seem as such, doesn't it?" He asked her, not allowing her to tease him. She quieted herself, but simply the look on her face, the face of his favorite serpent was enough of a tease. Pressing his lips together, he looked away from her, but stroked his hands down her side, playing with her scales. Staring into the fire, his red eyes seemed to take on the intensity of the fire as a challenge, forcing the fire to seemingly submit.

Nagini leaned forward, her powerful muscles bunching and flexing to hold herself up and lay her head against him before slithering onto his body, wrapping around his shoulders and down one of his arms. I am eager to meet thisss other ssserpent of yoursss... Flicking her tongue out at his face, she made her point before fully resting against him. He said nothing, lost in thought for the moment being. After silently sitting and stroking her scales, he replied,

"Yes... it won't be much longer, of that, Nagini, I assure you..." Watching his face carefully, she regarded his expression and words with glee.

Yesss... he ssshall be brought here sssoon, but not for me... Only for you... She carefully watched his expression, but it did not change. Nor did he deny what she had said, leaving her to her smug happiness at being right (not that she wasn't always). However, it felt good, to get behind the mask of her Master, to get into his head. She enjoyed seeing through his words to the true meaning that lay beneath. There were few in the world that could honestly claim to such, and none of those could say they were better at doing so than herself.

After all, she was her Master's serpent. Well... one of them... Now there were two, and she wanted to meet this other serpent that caught her Master's attention in such a way. He mussst be very powerful... Her Master had an obsession with power, an unhealthy one that she thought was as much a part of him as the power that dwelled in him. Perhaps, she could have fun with this new serpent, no? Yes... she was quite sure she was going to very much so like this new serpent.

Now if only he'd bring him to me... Flicking her tongue in annoyance, she knew her Master was not listening to her; she could see it on his face. Hissing deep in her throat, she moved around to be in his face, gently snapping her fangs to get his attention. With a neigh on bored look, his crimson gaze moved to meet hers, and he raised one eyebrow in silent question. Hissing deep in her throat she repeated, You need to bring me thisss ssserpent... Asss sssoon asss possssssible...

Nodding, he soothed his hand over her head and down her scales. "Soon, Nagini... Soon..." She flicked her tongue out at him again in annoyance, and he quirked an eyebrow at her. "You're being awful talkative today, my precious Serpent..." He stroked under her chin and she closed her eyes appreciatively, soaking in the attention she was receiving. "Any particular reason for such?" Hissing in a low, contented way in the back of her throat, she peaked open one scaled eye to look at him.

I wisssh to meet thisss other Ssserpent. He hasss you on edge... Anxiousss... Flicking her tongue again, he caught a glimpse of her serpentine smirk. I like it... I wisssh to know what sssort of creature hasss my Massster ssso... She struggled for the words, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth. Odd... Ssso out of character... Voldemort chuckled at her, continuing to dote affection upon the snake, but did not respond. When he still had not, she opened her eyes once more at him, her wise, dangerous eyes staring deep into eyes that mirrored her own.

Nagini was quiet only a moment more, Massster? He quirked an eyebrow at her again, signalling that he was listening, not that she was unaware of such. What are we going to do with thisss Ssserpent of yoursss? Then, that dangerous smirk that promised death and destruction twisted slyly onto his face, and she felt something stirring within her; her instinct of bloodlust, her instinct to kill. He drew out the best in her, making her preform to her fullest potential. She could be a very lazy snake at times, but when her Master gave her that look... Something was going to die.

"Why, Nagini, I thought you were already aware..." Confusion flickered across her face, and her tail flicked back and forth, trying to remember if he had ever told her of his plans. No, she couldn't remember such. The man she was curled around smirked, and continued speaking, "My dear Nagini... we are going to take over the world."

A shudder ran down her scales, and she drew herself closer to the most powerful wizard on the planet, eager to do his bidding. Then bring him quickly, Massster, for my fangsss are eager to bite. To emphasize her words, she snapped in his face, but no where close to making contact with his skin. Chuckling a little, he soothed his hand down her spine.

"In due time, Nagini. In due time..."

A/N: I actually kinda like how this turned out. Feedback would be very greatly much so appreciated, thanks! (: Again, ideas, anything!