"Pet. I have missed you." Harry looked up at his beautiful pet in all of his nude glory. He made no effort to hide the hungry look he sent the man's way, enjoying the soft flush that spread across his pet. His gaze was cut off by a black robe placed around the man and Harry frowned. He had wanted to see more of his pet's beautiful skin, wanted to explore every part of his pale body until the man was left a whimpering mess beneath him.
The few gathered Death Eaters watched in shock and disgust as the Boy-Who-Lived became hard just from looking at the Dark Lord.
Voldemort ignored the tent in the teen's pants, instead stalking along the perimeter of his gathered followers in an effort to forget his master. He was a Dark Lord. He had no master. Yet even as he went through the motions of verbally attacking his master he hoped it would end soon and he would finally be allowed to submit. He was so tired. So very, very, tired.
"Harry Potter. I have used your blood to grant myself a new body. Your mother's protection is no longer valid." Harry frowned at the distraught note in his pet's song. He had not wanted to make the man upset.
"Pet? Do you need me?" Voldemort longed to agree, to nod, to do something! Instead he shot the Cruciatus at his master, fear welling in him as Harry writhed on the graveyard floor. Harry burned with anger as his pet's curse washed over him. How dare he?! Had Harry not forgiven him time and again for his disobedience and this was how his pet repaid him?
Voldemort lifted the curse quickly, far sooner than he would for anyone else. He watched as his master rose, anger burning in his eyes. He knew he would not be forgiven now. A part of him sighed in relief. At least his master had finally realized the truth. He was not worth saving.
Harry looked at the dejected man before him. He wanted to hate, wanted to make the man pay for ever causing him harm but he'd always had a soft spot when it came to his pet. He turned away from the man, grabbing Cedric's body and the Cup and apparating away from the graveyard. Voldemort turned back to his followers, barking orders and watching as they each apparated away until only one remained.
Lucius Malfoy watched silently as the Dark Lord fell to his knees. He had known this man his entire life. Known him by many names and many faces. He remembered when he was 11, the summer before his first year when the Dark Lord Voldemort had rushed into his father's study bleeding excessively. Remembered how his father had carefully dressed the near-fatal wound on the man's chest. Remembered how he snuck into the older man's room and sat by his bed, afraid that he would lose his uncle for good. Remembered how Voldemort had slipped away for a moment and Tom was there, telling him of Death and masters and Basilisks. Lucius had listened intently, fully enthralled in the man's story and knowing it to be the truth. He had always known. Malfoys had always known. They were guardians, protectors, and they had failed. They had not protected Death.
Lucius placed a hand on the other's shoulder, pulling Voldemort up into a light embrace. Voldemort clung to him, fear finally engulfing him. His master had left him. No longer wanted him. He had hoped for this day for years and now that it was here he felt empty inside. What was he supposed to do now?
Lucius apparated them away from the graveyard in Little Hangleton, hoping that the bond between Death and his master had not been severed entirely.
Harry was positively fuming when he landed back in the maze. He had let his pet play at defiance and forgave him at every turn. Had he not given him enough? Did his pet want more? What more could he give!? The teen took a deep breath, calming himself. He needed to be calm, he would have to deal with mortals soon.
Everything went by in a blur as Harry answered question after question. He kept his anger in check, waiting for the moment when he would finally be left alone. After hours of pointless chatter and questions, Dumbledore left him in his infirmary bed. Harry relaxed into the white sheets, hoping to get some sleep. He had just drifted off when the wards around his bed went off. The teen sat up, trying to find the intruder in the darkness.
"Master?" Harry relaxed as he heard the voice of the youngest Malfoy. The blond stepped closer to his bed and Harry reached out to pull the small guardian next to him. Draco squeaked and buried himself closer to his master.
"What's wrong, little dragon?" Harry smirked as Draco made a face at the nickname.
"Death has returned." Harry frowned and looked down at the blond wrapped in his arms. Draco stared up at him, eyes determined even if he trembled slightly in fear. Harry was proud.
"Yes." The little guardian bit his lip and Harry shifted.
"Will we go to him?" Harry sighed.
"No." Draco looked at the other in shock. His master was not supposed to leave Death! Had their bond truly been severed? He'd felt it earlier. Some time after everyone realized his master and Cedric were missing he'd felt the core of his soul snap in half. It had been excruciating and when his father's patronus had what happened the blonde felt like crying.
"But-" Harry shook his head, cutting the blond off.
"He has angered me. He has protested me at every turn and I am tired." Draco looked pleadingly up at his master. He hoped the man would see reason.
"He needs you, Master. He is unwell." Harry scoffed, anger washing over him again.
"Then he should not have split his soul!" Draco flinched back from the sudden outburst and Harry felt guilt well in him. "I'm sorry dragon. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It is not only Death that is unwell." Draco wasn't sure why he was disobeying his master but the man was too angry to think logically. It was a wonder his master was in Ravenclaw.
"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow, looking down at the feisty little guardian.
"Yes. You have not been yourself these past few days. Do you..." Draco cut himself off, blushing and looking away. He could not believe he was going to ask his master this.
"Do I what?" Harry watched as the blond tried not to blush and look him in the eye.
"Do you... Do you need service?" Harry cooed, pulling the boy on top of him and pressing butterfly kisses across Draco's face.
"Oh, little dragon." This sweet little boy was offering himself to Harry. He was such a good guardian.
Draco was mostly confused for his part. His master was kissing him, which felt nice, but they were more like the kisses his mother used to give than any kind of service. He'd thought his master would want other parts of his body more, but he would not complain.
Harry finally pulled away from the boy, watching blush spread across Draco's face when he caught Harry's eye. He knew the boy expected him to do more and Harry cursed the reputation he had gained in his past lives. He was not cruel by nature. He had never meant to hurt his guardians when he used them. But now the youngest guardian expected Harry to ravage him and leave a broken mess behind.
"Master?" A soft kiss to his lips shook Harry from his thoughts and he watched as silver eyes looked at him intently. Harry pulled a blanket over the both of them, tucking Draco into his arms.
"Sleep little dragon." It was not his pet but it would do.