Chapter Eight
The Kiss
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Disclaimer: I have never and will never own Harry Potter.
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Voldemort walked towards his manor, which housed his Death Eaters. It was a manor by a black sea. Grinding his teeth, his appearance changed as he started walking up the stairs. His Voldemort looks came back. He pulled a hood up to obscure his face and, finally, reached the door.
When he walked inside, a Death Eater came to great him. "Severus, do you have it?" The man nodded and handed him a vial, which contained a murky, green substance. "Master, if I may be so bold as to ask… what is the potion for?" Lord Voldemort smirked. "You know what the potion does, right?" Severus nodded "It makes it so that the person can't think or control his actions, while slowing, the subject losses his powers, once that happens, he or she dies." Snape's eyes widened. "Are you going to use it on… Potter?" He hissed.
Giving a heart-chilling laugh, Voldemort stopped and looked at Severus. "Yes… Now, if you will… Give me the actual vial…"
"Wh-hat?"
"I know who your master is Severus." Snape bit his lip and reached into his robes and gave Voldemort another bottle. "Thank you Severus…" Voldemort pointed his wand at the man and muttered something. With a scream, Severus kneeled over and landed on the ground, dead. His eyes had gone black and were open wide.
Smirking, Voldemort set his body on fire and watched as the remains of Severus Snape turned into ash.
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Voldemort appeared at the Order Headquarters and walked inside. Voldemort had to get Harry to drink the potion but the boy wouldn't take anything Voldemort gave him. He walked to Harry's room and screwed off the lip of the vial. He walked inside and saw the boy lying propped up in bed, a book in his lap, his eyes were shut. He was obviously sleeping.
Voldemort couldn't do anything but gap. The boy was so beautiful… His eyes flicked to the boys lips. Oh, how he wanted to kiss them, bruise the lips, tear them, taste Potter's blood… Hear Potter squeal… The Dark Lord gave a strangled groan and shook his head. He put the vial to his lips and tipped the liquid into his mouth but he didn't swallow.
When Tom Riddle sat on the edge of Potter's bed, Harry woke up with a start. His eyes gazed at Voldemort with shock, but the look quickly turned to anger. "What do you want?" Sneered Potter. Voldemort smirked, careful to keep the potion in his mouth, reached over and pushed Harry, keeping the boy in place. He put one leg on each side, as he did this, he didn't even notice as a drop of potion went down his throat. The boy was now looking at him with fear. Oh god… Voldemort couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. Those eyes looked at him… with such emotion. Voldemort leaned down, held Harry's chin with one head and brutally kissed Potter. His tongue pried at Harry's mouth and the lips parted slightly. Potter was trying to push Tom off, but Voldemort grabbed his hands and pinned them to the bed. The potion slipped into Harry's mouth and went down his throat. Even when the potion was done, Tom didn't stop.
Harry seemed to be paralyzed and wouldn't move. Unknowingly to him, he was kissing back, with almost as much force as Tom. Voldemort bit down on Harry's lip and sweet copper liquid filled the Dark Lord's mouth, he swallowed greedily. That was when he broke the kiss. Turquoise eyes met green ones. Both of there lips were bruised, but Harry's had a cut on his.
"Wh-?" Voldemort smirked, got off Harry and walked out of the room, not knowing at all; he had drunk some of the potion. Could this be the end of both Harry James Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle?
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(A/N) Sorry it's not very good. I'm really tired and really sick and couldn't think. So, finally. They kissed! People wanted that. So it happened. So, please could I get some feedback? I'd appreciate it and it'd make me more motivated to write faster.