Hello my devoted tigers!

My story is based on Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.

I hope you like it! Send me reviews! I take constructive criticism.

This is a SEQUEL to "Baiting Voldemort"! If you haven't read that story, read it before reading this!

WARNING: This story will inquire a lot of intense mature love making. Bowchickawowow ;)

NOTE: I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT VOLDEMORT PLACED A WARD THAT MADE HIM UNDETECTABLE FROM THE MINISTRY AND DUMBLEDORE BEFORE HE WENT INTO THE DURSLEYS' HOUSE.

Italics = character's thoughts

K-kem. Ok, now that, that's settled. You shall all begin. Mrwahahaha!

PEACE TREATY WITH VOLDEMORT

CHAPTER 2 PROMO: After hot makeup sex, Voldemort decides to meet Harry's 'family'. Will Harry's 'family' be accepting to this circumstance or will they unleash Voldemort's wrath of hatred? Read and find out!

CH. 2 – Voldemort, Meet My 'Family'

"…no sex for a week," Harry growled.

"But-," Tom started to weakly protest before Harry interrupted him with his dangerous commanding voice.

"No. It is final! No sex for a week! I'm so sore! If you can't, then we won't have sex for a month!," Harry threatened while giving Tom a vicious glare over the blue wrinkled covers that smelled of sex.

"Hmph, fine.," Tom pouted while snuggling closer towards Harry.

Suddenly, to Tom's embarrassment, his stomach rumbled against Harry's back.

"Looks like someone has an appetite after such hard work," Harry chuckled as he turned around to face Tom with a smirk of his own.

"Sssshut up. I'm ssssurprisssed that your ssstomach issssn't gurgling out a sssong by Taylor Ssswift ssssince you sssshould be ssstarving from being sssso thoroughly fucked," Tom countered back with an evil smirk, which caused Harry to blush.

"Wait, you listen to Taylor Swift songs?," Harry questioned out of amusement.

"…," Voldemort was speechless because he didn't know if he should deny it when he actually did listen to Taylor Swift songs. Hey! Who can blame him? Her songs were quite catchy.

Unfortunately, the sound of stomping and yelling from downstairs interrupted the happy couple's friendly bantering.

Harry: Oh shit! The Dursleys-wait. I have my beloved Tom here. Mrwahahaha!

"Hmmm, well I do know what we can do to cure both our appetite. There is a kitchen downstairs…," Harry stated.

"Well, what are we waiting for?," Tom asked while he gracefully got up from the bed and pulled a rather limp Harry up with him.

"I should warn you that you may encounter some people that are rather harsh towards me.," Harry hesitantly cautioned as his bright green emerald eyes met Tom's ruby red eyes.

Tom looked at Harry in a confused manner before softly replying, "Then it isss all for the sssake of food."

After they were both dressed, Harry led Tom downstairs towards the kitchen where Tom was in for a really shocking surprise.

"IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME, BOYYYYY! IT'S PAST 8 AM! NO FOOD IS READY! THE TABLE ISN'T SET! I am going to be late for work-WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT BALD CREEP!? YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO BRING A CREEP INTO MY HOUSE!?," Uncle Vermon roared with rage as his whole body shook from anger while the color of red, decorated his face.

Seeing Voldemort frozen in place from shock, Harry began to respond in a frightened manner.

"I-I was busy with-," Harry began explaining before Uncle Vermon interrupted him with a pudgy fist connecting Harry's fragile face within seconds.

SMAAAACCCKK!

"YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK! YOU SHOULD BE LUCKY THAT WE TOOK YOU IN AND GAVE YOU A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FREAK! NO ONE WILL LOVE YOU! YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!," Uncle Vermon snarled with hatred as he continued to beat Harry up.

Voldemort suddenly came out his state of shock.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HIM!," Voldemort screamed with venom as he threw Uncle Vermon across the room with his wandless magic. At this point, Aunt Petunia and Dudley came out of their rooms to see what that commotion was. Dudley scrambled behind her as he trembled from terror.

"Get away from my husband you freak!," Aunt Petunia shrieked as she unsuccessfully tried throwing a phone at Voldemort's head.

Voldemort then threw Aunt Petunia and Dudley across the wall as he held Harry in a protective position before continuing, "HOW DARE YOU FILTHY MUGGLES HARM MY BELOVED!"

Aunt Petunia bravely retorted with her shrilling voice, "Your beloved!? This just proves to show that the boy is more of a FREAK! Get away from us you freaks!"

Harry was now frightened for her since she just insulted the greatest Dark Lord of all time. As he looked to see how Voldemort was reacting, he cringed. Harry has never seen Voldemort as livid as he was now.

To add more fuel to Voldemort's anger, Uncle Vermon barked with disgust, "WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER TAKEN YOU IN! NOT EVEN WITH THE MONEY YOUR FREAK DUMBLEDORE BRIBED US WITH! WE SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU ON THE STREETS OR BETTER YET, KILLED YOU OURSELVES!"

With this comment, Voldemort had enough. He levitated the Dursleys up and chained them each onto the brick wall. As they are screaming with terror, he evilly strides towards them.

Harry was now in between: frightened, shocked, relieved, amused, and turned on.

Frightened for the Dursleys; shocked that Dumbledore was paying the Dursleys money behind his back to 'take care' of him; relieved from being saved; amused by Voldemort's actions and the Dursley's reactions; and turned on by Voldemort's sexy 'evil-time-to-torture' voice.

"Doessss anyone of you know who I am?," Voldemort sharply asked in a dangerous manner as he slowly paced back and forth from Uncle Vermon (who was at the furthest left side of the wall) to Dudley (who was at the furthest right side of the wall, which left Aunt Petunia at the center of the wall).

The room was filled with dead silence except for the sound of heartbeats, sweat drops, and Voldemort's footsteps.

"No?," Voldemort evilly mocked before he continued, "Well, it issss rather rude of me to not formally introduce mysssself to my beloved'ssss family. My name isss Tom Marvelo Riddle. Also known as, Lord Voldemort, the mosssst evil and powerful Dark Lord of all time."

With this sudden information, the Dursleys gasps and trembled with fright. Although Harry was started to feel bad for the Dursleys, Harry bit his lips as tried so hard not to laugh at Dudley because Dudley pissed himself from terror.

"It sssseemsss to me that you all have not been treating my beloved properly. When did thissss abusssse ssssstart?," Voldemort questioned in a strained tone as he pierced his flaming red eyes into Uncle Vermon's murky blue eyes.

"I-I don't believe I-I know what y-you are t-talking about," Uncle Vermon stuttered.

From this lie, Voldemort threw out his patience and came face-to-face with the pudgy old man.

"You don't know what I'm talking about!?," Voldemort hissed before continuing, "Well, I guessss I'll do thissss the hard way."

At this moment, Uncle Vermon screamed as Voldemort probed through the mind of the guilty obese pig. There were several scenes of abuse in which Voldemort lost count. One in particular caught Voldemort's attention, and that was Harry's first abuse scene.

Harry's first abuse began when Aunt Petunia picked baby Harry up from the doorstep of the Dursley's house and dumped him onto the living room floor. While ever so nicely introducing Harry to the home of the Dursleys, she screamed for Uncle Vermon to see "the freak" and the letter brought to them from Dumbledore.

The letter from Dumbledore instructed them to raise Harry up however they want as long as they keep him until he is 17. It is explained that Harry and the Dursleys will be safe from Voldemort due to the blood wards. As a reward, the Dursleys get 50, 000 galleons a year from the Potter's vault.

After reading the letter, the baby Harry began crying and this is where the abuse started. Uncle Vermon evilly smirked as he kicked baby Harry around like Harry was a soccer ball to 'rock him to sleep' before placing him into the cupboard on top the bottom shelf.

Voldemort now came out of Uncle Vermon's head and began with one of his favourite dark spells, "Crucio!".

Uncle Vermon screamed as his whole body shook from excruciating pain. Surprisingly, at his point, Dudley passed out instead of Uncle Vermon.

"S-stop it!," Aunt Petunia bravely shrieked before continuing, "Dumbledore will get you all for this!".

"Oh really?," Voldemort spoke with amusement and sarcasm at the fullest as Uncle Vermon was still under the dark curse.

"Yes! He will kill you evil vile creature!," Aunt Petunia shouted in a squeaky high-pitched voice.

"Hmmm, I highly doubt that ssssince Harry and I agreed on a peace treaty, issssn't that right Harry?," Voldemort then met Harry with his attempted innocent look.

Chuckling, Harry replied, "Yes, it is true. The war is stopped, however, justice must be served for those who deserve it."

"Hmmm, interessssting choice of wordssss Harry," Voldemort evilly smirked before continuing, "I believe that jusssstice musssst be sssserved towardssss thesssse fellowsss over here. Am I correct?"

"Yes," Harry sadly responded as he looked down at the brown carpet.

Noticing Harry's tone of voice, Voldemort then strode towards Harry and lifted Harry's delicate chin up to meet his soft lips for a tender kiss.

"Harry, thesssse people dessserve to be punisssshed. What they did to you issss inhumane. There'sss a difference between punissshing innocent people and punishing ssssinful people. Thessse people are ssssinful and evil. You did nothing wrong. You are the most puresssst angel I've ever known and you are anything, but evil," Voldemort said in a comforting voice as he rubbed Harry's right cheek with his left thumb before kissing him once again.

"GROSS FREAKS! GO TO HELL!," Aunt Petunia spat out with disgust.

Instead of turning around a torturing her, Voldemort broke off the kiss and calmly asked, "Do I have your permission to introduce the Durssssleysss to the Malfoyssss? Luciussss and Draco are rather bored thessse dayssss and would like to ssssharpen up their sssskillsss in the Dark Artssss."

Amused from how Voldemort is handling Aunt Petunia's threat, Harry huskily answered, "Yes, you have my permission. Although, I find you very sexy when you torture such criminals…perhaps you can demonstrate once more?"

Without giving another second, Voldemort pointed at Aunt Petunia and snarled out, "Crucio!".

"Mmm, so sexy," Harry moaned as he rewarded Voldemort with a deep kiss.

Once they were both snogged and breathless, they broke apart.

"As much as I enjoy ssssnogging you ssssenselessss, I believe the main purposssse of going down to the kitchen was to eat before we got distracted with ssssuch absssurd creaturessss. Sssshall we take care of our appetite now?," Voldemort suggested as he glanced at the unconscious Dursleys before gazing back at Harry.

"How would you like your eggs? Fried, sunny-side up, or scrambled?," Harry responded with an angelic smile that made Tom's heart flutter with warmth.

"S-sssscrambled," Voldemort replied as he watched Harry head towards the stove to make their breakfast.

End of Chapter 2 :)

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HINT TO WHAT TO EXPECT OF CH. 3: Malfoys meet Dursleys...ehehe lots of torturing

NOTE: This story will take a while to complete.

Until then,

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