Chapter 15

Sirius sat silently in the common room, his eyes dark and brooding, his hands settled on either side of his body, his brow furrowed in thought. Remus stood by silently, his golden eyes watching the darker man as he thought, darkness wafting off the the blue eyed man in waves."What are you thinking of that makes you like this, love?" asked Remus, stepping into the room, standing in front of his lover. Sirius looked up, a small smile on his lips as he took Remus's hand, bring it to his mouth, brushing it against his lips.

"Harry's future, our future." said the animagus, his eyes staring into those of his lover.

Remus shook his head, a smile on his face, as he settled next to his husband, spooning into his side, nuzzling into the warmth his mate offered. "Everything will be fine, Padfoot. We will be fine." said the werewolf, closing his eyes, his breaths deepening.

Sirius smiled, lifting the smaller man into his arms, and nestling him in his lap, gently smoothing his hair away from the sleepy man's face."You should rest, love. You'll need your strength for tomorrow." Sirius admonished, though a gently rumble in his chest told of his laughter.

Remus playfully hit him, his eyes struggling to open in order to properly scold the larger man. Sirius smiled, gently placing a kiss on his sleepy spouse's forehead, before sweeping him off to bed.

Voldemort sat silently in his lair, his dark followers surrounding him as he contemplated the disappearance of the Malfoy boy. The cloaked figures around him, shifted nervously, their hands shaking within their robes, hoping that their master would not take their lives. Voldemort looked at his hands, reveling in the feeling of his new body, licking his lips as he remembered the feeling of the silky smooth skin of his prized consort under him, and beginning to form under his black hooded cloak, at the memory.

Sighing slightly, the man stood, leaving the dias to walk through the ranks of his followers, his long legs pulling him through easily. Nagini followed behind him, her long body slinking through the mass of bodies, people stepping out of her way so as not to upset her in any way, their fear of the great snake palpable.

Voldemort entered his chambers, allowing his long dark robe to fall off his shoulders, his mood darkening when he looked at his empty bed, anger welling up inside of him as he saw the lifeless sheets. The beautiful blonde was no where to be seen, the small, lithe body with its silky childlike skin having disappeared from his quarters that night, and had yet to return. The man sat silently in his overstuffed chair, resting his palm in his hand, as he thought of that body underneath him, the skin rubbing against his own as his thrust into that tight channel, loving the feeling of the boy writhing beneath him. Taking a breath in, and opening his eyes, smoothing the darkened pepper-salt hair from his slightly crinkled face, he stood, opening the door and beckoning his followers toward him. "Get one of the boys ready for me." he said simply, a wicked smile curving his lips as he saw their faces panic.

"Which would you prefer, my lord." said one of them, his face downcast as not to offend his master by looking into his eyes.

"One of young Draco's companions." he said,"they were all trained by the same master, yes?"

They men nodded frantically, hurriedly bowing to retrieve one the pureblood boys that waited for the call of their master. Walking hurriedly to the chamber holding the children, entering after verifying the reason they were their as well as giving identification, allowing them to see the consorts within.

Upon entering the men stood silently, their eyes staring in awe as they looked about the large atrium, unable to take their eyes off of the finely decorated threshold. The beauty that was present in the room itself, caused them to further pause in their quest. Within the room, filled with pillows and gazebos and daybeds, sat the most beautiful creature they had seen in all their year in service. Young men and women reclined, sat, or lay upon the surfaces in the room, their bodies clothed in the shawl of their station, the boys wearing a wrap that wound around their slim hips, falling loosely around their legs in the style of harem pants, while the girls wore long clothing in the style of the Romans, the length of their dresses shortened, revealing their legs, the colors that caressed their skin all the same shade of darkest ebony.

The men stared at the creatures, the mere movements of their young bodies, making the older mens pants tight. The wizard assigned to the group stepped forward, his sheer size frightening the men, making them quiver before him. The dark man looked down at them, his eyes piercing them with their darkness, making them feel small, and worthless. "What do you want?" asked the man, folding his large, brawny arms over his chest, the gold armband signifying his status of teacher and guardian of this harem.

"The master has requested a boy, one of the young Malfoy's companions, from Master Thor's school." stuttered out one of them, trying to regain some of his manhood, in front of the large man.

The larger man laughed, throwing back his head, the sound deep and almost cruel, echoing through the hall, gaining the attention of the consorts within the room, their eyes watchful."'I'm the master here, and if he wants one, he needs to come and choose one himself..."

"But the master said that we were to be choosing one for him!" one said indignantly.

Thor arched a brow, his face hard as stone as he stared down at the two before him. "If I am to remind you of why I am here, then you are not worthy to choose one of the companions. I am here to protect these consorts from men like you having your way with them."

"But they are just whores...

Before the man knew it, his back was pressed against the hard stone wall, his throat being constricted by the force of Thor's dark hand, crushing his windpipe. "They are not your galleon priced whore! These children are intelligent, contain a high level of magical ability, are educated in the finest schools, and are pureblooded wizard, have some type of creature blood running through their veins, or both. They are trained to kill, give pleasure, and to give birth to the next generation of wizards. They deserve your respect! These are the children that now hold your very life in their hands." he whispered fiercely, his white teeth snapping.

The wizard looked a little beyond Thor's shoulder, his eyes widening as he saw the consorts were standing, wands and other weaponry visible in their hands, their eyes narrowed as if in warning. A deep chuckle resounded through the hall, echoing. Eyes shifted to the door, where the dark lord himself leant against the frame, a wry smirk on his face, as he looked at the scene playing out in front of him. Stepping into the room, he beckoned a olive skinned boy to him, remembering him from the ritual day. The boy stepped toward him, allowing the larger man to wrap arms around his narrow waist, feeling those questing hands rub against the tight skin of his chest.

Thor stepped back from the man, his body still tense as he looked at the dark lord, his dark eyes narrowing. "Where is Draco Malfoy?" he asked the lighter man, watching as the young boy arched against the tall man, as he played with his sensetive nipples."I don't allow two to be gone at once, my lord."

Voldemort sighed into the skin on the boy's neck, looking up at the darker man, never stopping his ministrations. "I told him to leave, after I had finished with him." he stated simply, placing opened mouth kisses on the olive neck, that arched beneath his lips." I thought you weren't allowing him to see me, that's why whenever I have called for him, he never came."

Thor growled, yanking the consort away from the dark lord, his eyes blazing with fire."You asked to have him for the night in your room, now that he has not yet returned, you are to keep all your business within the walls of the harem. I will not accept another mishap, like this my lord, but if it happens again, I will not hesitate to strip you of your rights within the harem."

Voldemort sneered."I own this harem, you can't take away my rights within it."

Thor rolled his eyes, walking away from the irritated man, back toward a group of teens splayed on the floor, joining them. "I wouldn't test that." he said simply, allowing the teenagers to crawl on top of him, rewarding some with a fiery kiss."Oh, and Blaise, when you finish with him, your mother wishes to see you."

The dark lord snarled, pulling the tanned boy into his arms, and into a separate room, feeling the heat in his loins grow, as the boy wrapped his lean arms around his angry charge, rubbing those sinnfully swift hands over his muscles that were clothed by his shirt. Dragging the teen in front of him, he had the boy kneel, having those nimble fingers undress him, caressing the light colored hair on the boy's head almost lovingly, as the small creature undressed him. His breath quickened when that devilish mouth enveloped him to the hilt, the heat almost driving him to the edge of oblivion as the teen bobbed his head.

Dumbledore paced his quarters, his twinkling blue eyes glittering with mischief, their depths cold and distant as he made another plan. He could feel the magic radiating off the blonde teen as soon as he walked through that door, could practically smell Voldemort's magical essence on the boy's skin, and he hated it. It made his skin crawl as he thought of the boy that had entered into his domain, and had destroyed some of what had taken him so long to create, he hated how easily Tom Riddle had waltzed into his place of power and had taken control of the wizarding world, hated how he ruled with an iron fist that would not hesitate to destroy any resistance.

He personally had wanted the Malfoys under his thumb the minute Lucius had looked at him as a child, the that delicately pointed face was filled with this knowing, with that knowledgable look. He hate it, he wanted them as his, those ungodly beautiful creautures to bow at his feet, to acknowledge him as their master! He wanted those brilliantly clever minds, those devilish bodies, those stone cold grey eyes that made you feel like scum. He wanted them!

But he knew, as he paced his quarters, the portraits staring down at him curiously, he knew that he could never have them, much like he couldn't have Abraxis, like he couldn't have Lucius, and now like he couldn't have Draco. They all possessed another man's heart, had had these men, and then had kept them under their thumbs, running the show, as you run a brothel, with arrogance and determination. Abraxis had had Voldemort, way before the man had taken the name, like Lucius now possessed a place in some other powerful man's bed no doubt, and now Draco....the child now possessed the enemy and savior of the light! Oh, how he hated them!

Hate those perfect lips, eyes, hips, bodies to lure anyone into their lairs and ensnare them, trapping them and never letting the soul go. He hated how they easily shifted from politicians to socialites, blending seamlessly into the next event as though they had no shape and no boundary. He hate how sensually they walked, how they practically beckoned you into their beds.

But they would be his soon, they would be under him, and their submission would be delicious.

At least that's what he thought.