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After Voldemort left the shower I sat there a while longer, confused beyond belief. My mind constantly churning over what Voldemort had said, "I want you..."
What reason did he have for wanting me? Was he even able to love anyway? I eventually dragged myself up and went to go find my clothes. They were not anywhere to be found. I gave up and looked for a bath towel instead, but came up empty. In exasperation I took a small hand towel from the sink and opened the door slowly, peaking around for any signs of Voldemort. Thankfully the room was empty. I made a mad dash for the bed and hopped under the covers just as the door opened. Voldemort walked in, glancing from my blushing face and naked torso to my lower half hidden beneath the sheets.
"That anxious for me to return?" He snickered.
"Give me my clothes!" I replied, blushing angrily.
"No." He said teasingly.
"What do you mean no?"
"How about I give you your clothes back if you come to dinner with me?"
"Fine- whatever! Just give me my clothes."
Voldemort smiled happily and conjured up a pile of clothes on the couch, all the way across the room. I waited a moment to see if Voldemort planned on leaving to let me change, but he just stood there with that stupid smile on his face, staring at me.
"Have you no dignity?" I said crossly, streaking to the couch and hurriedly sorting through the clothes to find some underwear, but there were none there. I considered turning around and yelling at him for his lack of shame but decided against it. It would do no good to try and argue anything while I was naked. I felt Voldemort's eyes on me as I rushed to pull up a pair of ridiculously tight jeans that I was sure showed every curve on my body.
"No underwear today?" He laughed, watching me closely.
I didn't respond and pulled the skin tight t-shirt over my head. Thankfully, Voldemort had given me a jacket, because the t-shirt showed every inch of my skin and I might as well have been wearing nothing at all.
"Lets be off to dinner then!" Said Voldemort cheerily, "We wouldn't want to keep those death eater's waiting!"
"What? I have to eat dinner with you followers too?" I said horrified.
"Well yes Harry, you agreed to join forces with me so these are your followers too!"
"But-" I protested as he dragged me out the door.
He pulled me through several long corridors and down several flights of steps until we reached a set of double doors.
"Here we are Harry! Just remember to play nice with your new friends!" he said in his best impression of Mrs. Weasley. I scowled at him before he pushed me through the door.
I found myself in a room almost as large as the great hall itself, with one massive long table filled with various men and women all in black robes. I recognized a few of them but I had never realized just how many followers Voldemort had. To my absolute horror, I noticed Draco was there, but I pretended not to notice him. The death eaters all sat and chatted together like good friends would and not one of them looked frightened to see Lord Voldemort come striding through the door. Although many threw curious looks at me as I followed alongside Voldemort. He made his way over to the far end of the table and ordered me to take the vacant place beside him. The hall quieted instantly and Voldemort smiled as he said,
"Welcome everyone! I have a quick announcement before dinner is to start. This is, as you all know, Harry Potter. He is here as a guest and if any of you try anything funny, your head will be severed and stuck on a pole outside his room for future reference!" Although his tone was light and innocent as he said this, every death eater shivered slightly, knowing just how serious the Dark Lord was.
"Harry has decided to switch to our side in the war and I would like you all to trust him as I do. He is my little pet so do not try anything if you don't want me to murder you." His smile was completely gone now, but it returned after a moment when he said, "You may all dig in!" and food appeared on the table.
I was astounded, he had just called me his 'pet' in front of about a thousand death eaters!
"Don't call me your pet!" I hissed angrily at him in parsletongue.
"Why not darling? Would you rather me call you lover?" he hissed back teasingly.
"No! They can't know about us!"
"Us? Are we a thing now Harry?" he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
"No. It's just, I don't-" I said in frustration, "Fuck you."
The hall went silent. They had all been watching our conversation with interest but it was not until now that I realized I had just said "Fuck you" in perfect english to the Dark Lord in front of all his supporters. His eyes narrowed in anger.
"Would you rather me tell them about your little adventure in the shower?" he said threateningly.
"I would just tell them you raped me." I scowled back.
"Or how much you seemed to enjoy it when I kiss you? How turned on you get?"
I was furious now.
"You wouldn't! Because only a bastard would do that to me!"
The entire room was entranced with our argument and were leaning forward in their chairs to see what would happen.
"Crusio." he said in a whisper.
I was on the floor screaming as pain raked through my body. It only lasted a few seconds but it was just enough to leaving me shaking. Slowly I stood to face him, quivering in anger and hurt when suddenly and without warning Voldemort entered my mind, causing me to fall back into my chair, my eyes squeezed shut. Images flashed before my mind one after another: him saving my life, him kissing me, him touching me, and then an image that sent my mind reeling. It was me, asleep the night after he had first kissed me, and my hand was moving beneath the sheets as Voldemort watched. I was touching myself in my sleep. And then I said his name, (well I practically screamed it) again and again as my hand moved faster and faster.
Voldemort raised his wand and the sheets vanished, to reveal me pumping myself in earnest. He carefully removed my hand to replace it with his own, and then his lips moved down and he slid his tongue along my shaft before taking me into his mouth.
Then without warning, Voldemort withdrew himself from my mind and smiled his stupid grin at me.
"Now it doesn't matter what I call you, does it?" He laughed.
It was a second before I realized what he was talking about. I had my legs sprawled out in front of me, with one hand up my shirt and the other on my crotch, rubbing myself through the thin fabric of my pants.
"Damn you," I said, standing up in a vain attempt to hide my obvious erection, "I can't believe you. I just can't believe you!"
Tears of embarrassment welled in my eyes as I stood and walked from the table, trying to keep my composure. I was halfway out the door when I yelled back at him,
"I hate you Tom! Never expect to see me again you bastard!"
Then I was running, running like a frightened deer as the death eaters in the room looked from Voldemort to the door. Some in terror, some in laughter.
I sprinted down the halls for what felt like hours, not stopping once to look behind me. I found myself at the base of an insanely steep spiral staircase and began running up it two at a time.
I eventually reached the top of the stairs and found myself in a small tower that overlooked the rest of the castle. The room was cute and bare, except for a set of small chairs and a broomstick in the corner. I peaked my head out of one of the many large windows and looked down to see the extensive gardens below were only a speck from where I looked upon them. I moved across the room and slowly lifted the broom thinking of what a spectacular dive that would be! It would be insane, to make a dive from this incredible height and pull up an inch from the ground! I missed Quittich, it had always been my escape when things were tough at Hogwarts.
I was still pissed at Voldemort. No, I was more than pissed, I was livid. Just thinking about what he did, made me want to punch something. (most likely his face) I sighed, knowing that breaking his nose would do no good in helping the situation. Every single death eater was sure to think I was a pervert and it was all his fault! I looked over the edge of the window and then back to the broom. I decided to go for it. I climbed up onto the window ledge... and jumped.
For one second I hovered in the air, and then I fell. I tugged on the broom but the broom did not raise, it was as magic-less and as useless as a mop. And I was falling.
What a rush it was though! Spiraling and twirling, reaching out for anything. Anything to stop the ground from rushing nearer. Anything...
A hand connected with my wrist and I was wrenched up in the air, I screamed as my shoulder was yanked out of it's socket as I dangled about twenty feet from the ground. I looked up into the the enraged eyes of Voldemort, the last person I wanted to see. I glared back with a passionate fury and writhed around in the air until my wrist slid from his grasp. I would not let that monster touch me again. He called out a startled yell as my body collided with the ground.
I woke to find myself back in his bedroom sore and broken from the fall, with Voldemort pacing back and forth at the front of the bed. I pretended I was still asleep but Voldemort noticed my eyes flicker and he strode over and shook my shoulders roughly to force me awake.
"What were you thinking?" he roared at me, his red eyes contorted into slits, "You complete MORON! You fucking little-"
"It's all your fault." I yelled back, sitting up and ignoring the extreme pain that shot through my body at the movement, "If you hadn't made me do that in front of all those people, maybe I wouldn't be so pissed off!"
"I can do with you what I want!" he snarled, "Don't you forget your place! You whore! And that is no reason to try and kill yourself!"
His words hurt more than any of the broken bones I had from the fall, but I would not cry, not for him.
"Kill myself?" I said softly, "Is that what you think? I thought you knew I- never mind." I snapped, turning away from him.
I could hear him trying to steady his breathing as he fumed, "If you weren't trying to kill yourself than what the hell was that?"
"I was trying to fly, there was a broomstick in the tower." I choked out, holding back the river behind my eyes.
"Oh." he said shocked, "I didn't- it doesn't matter now. Just use your head once and a while! Not every broom in the world is magical!"
He laid down beside me and ran a hand through my hair.
"You dumb-ass."
I lost all self control and my body shook with tears. He slid his arm around me and buried his face in my neck.
"Harry," he said softly, "I can't pretend I'm not cruel. I can't change who I am, or pretend I don't enjoy being in control of others. I tried to make you the exception, I tried to be gentle with you and even loving. But I couldn't help myself. I wanted my followers to know that you belonged to me. So, I'm sorry for what I did. But I can't promise you it will never happen again. It's in my nature to be possessive and dominant. I will leave it to you to decide if you can love me in return, knowing what I am."
After a minute or two of silence, he started to move away but I called out in a soft voice, barley more than a whisper, "Don't go."
He crawled back under the covers and put his arm around me until we both fell asleep together,
"I will never leave you Harry."
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