A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this sooner. Life, work, school and holidays took up most of my time these last couple of weeks. I hope you guys enjoy it!
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Humans were cruel creatures. No one would doubt that. They claim the top of the food chain and unlike animals, they kill each other in greed, lust, and power to fufill their need to be at the top.
Survival of the fittest, one might say.
Humans were not kind and were always wanting something in return for their kindness or service. Tom Riddle Jr had known this for as long as he could remember and would not deny that he was the same.
When he was eleven, his mother, Merope, died of a broken heart after years of neglect from her husband, who couldn't stand the sight of her. She had tried her hardest to have her husband acknowledge her but in the end, the constant rejection left her broken-hearted, effectively killing her. As soon as Merope was buried six feet under, Tom Riddle Sr immediately celebrated with alcohol and women.
For five years, Tom watched with narrowed eyes and growing hate as the man who had sired him, shirked his responsibilities to go have fun. Not even paying attention to his only child and heir. From then on, Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr planned his father's demise.
And at the age of sixteen, Tom had murdered his father and the whore he had been sleeping with at the time when Tom had shot them both dead.
Their faces forever frozen in fear while a cruel smile and glowing red eyes upon Tom Riddle Jr's handsome face were the last things they saw.
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Voldemort remembered when he first became a wolf. It had been a few months after he had turned sixteen when he had met a weak and wounded wolf on the outskirts of Little Hangelton. The wolf wasn't particularly memorable or even strong but Tom Riddle had allowed himself to be bitten, if only to further his plans. The wolf thought he had at least condemned a human to a fate worse than death, before he died.
Unfortunately, it was the kind of power Tom Riddle Jr had wanted.
With enhanced smell, hearing and empowered reflexes, Tom Marvolo Riddle was no more and Lord Voldemort came to be.
The buzzing feeling of adrenaline and power had coursed through his body after he killed his father. It was a feeling he wanted to experience again and again. And so, he left Riddle Manor to travel all over the Kingdom. Lord Voldemort had one goal in mind.
World domination.
He didn't really care for humans or wolves, they were just a means to an end.
No one even remembered what started the war and just continued on because the King said so. So for six years, he gained followers while his name became associated with fear and death. Very few were brave enough to say his name and while the weaklings often called him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who, Voldemort relished in the fear he created in both people and wolves. Any who dared to go against him were killed.
Only two Slayers had ever escaped from him.
Albus Dumbledore and...
His Darling, Harry Potter.
...Who was currently looking at him with wary suspicion. Voldemort couldn't help but smirk a little at Harry's expression. The wolf thought it was cute how Harry scrunched up his nose as if he smelled something foul with a glare that would have had others shaking in fear, as he was trying to gauge Voldemort's sincere intentions.
Voldemort mock huffed in hurt. "Darling, are you going to accept my present? My arm is starting to hurt."
Granted the present was small and the size of one's hand but Voldemort's arm was getting tired from still being outstretched towards his Darling. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Harry took the present from Voldemort, making the wolf smile in triumph. The teen gave Voldemort one last suspicious glare before tentatively opening the present.
Voldemort drank in every detail of his Darling's face when his eyes widened and he gasped. A golden locket with a green snake shaped as an 'S'was held in front of Harry's face. The teen was surprised before glaring at Voldemort.
"Did you steal this?" He accused.
Voldemort pouted. "Darling I'm hurt you would think so lowly of me. To steal like a common thief is beneath me."
Harry gave an unimpressed glare.
"No. This belonged to my mother. It's a family heirloom." Voldemort sighed.
The glare eased up and Voldemort thought that Harry's confusion was adorable.
"Why are you giving me a family heirloom?"
Voldemort moved into his Darling's space and wrapped his arms around the smaller male so he couldn't move away. The wolf lightly sniffed Harry's hair, breathing in the smell of the forest, lilies and blood. Harry tensed in his arms but after a few minutes after nothing more than hugging happened, Harry relaxed in Voldemort's arms.
"The necklace would look lovely on you." Voldemort shrugged nonchalantly.
Harry figured that Voldemort wasn't telling him the real reason. Honestly, he didn't know what to think about Voldemort giving him a present that belonged to the wolf's family. Harry only knew of instances where others gave jewelry to whoever they were courting at the time.
Harry froze.
Was the necklace some sort of courting gift? He accepted it, did that mean he agreed to be in a courtship with Voldemort? No. Harry mentally shook his head, intending on clearing those thoughts. It was just too absurd to think about being in a relationship with Voldemort. For one, they were enemies in the war. It could never work out between them.
Harry ignored the slight disappointment at that last thought.
No. Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts. He DID NOTwant to be in a relationship with Voldemort because that would mean instant death and Harry knew that their would be too many problems between the two of them anyway. Voldemort would not give up the war so easily, no matter how charming he was towards Harry. And Harry could never just stand by and watch as wolves attacked innocent humans just for the fun of it or because of the war.
While Harry was deep in his own thoughts, Voldemort was content to bask in the warmth that radiated from his Darling.
What Harry didn't know but possibly suspected was that the necklace was a courting gift. As soon as Harry accepted the gift, whether he knew or not, they were now in a courtship where Voldemort would continue to bestow presents that showed how powerful, wealthy and strong he was to protect and provide for the teen.
A large triumphant smile was permanently plastered upon Voldemort's face.
The wolf was brought out of his own musings when his Darling began to push him away.
"You can let me go now." Harry cleared his throat awkwardly.
"But Darling, you belong here in my arms. You fit perfectly like you were made to be here."
Voldemort grunted in pain as he did not expect a small fist to lodge itself in his abdomen, resulting in him letting go of the teen. The wolf gave a pained grimace, impressed with his Darling's punch.
"Darling, that hurt."
Harry just gave a mocking smile.
"You deserved it."
"So cruel."
Harry just turned around to begin walking to his next destination. But before he could get very far, a hand gently grabbed his arm. He gave the wolf a questioning look.
"Allow me to place the necklace around your neck."
Harry gave a hesitant nod then handed the golden locket back to Voldemort. The metal was cold against his skin but that hardly registered in his mind as Voldemort's fingers brushed across his collarbone along with him breathing in his ear. It took all of Harry's willpower to not shudder as Violent whispered in his ear.
"Beautiful."
It felt like forever before Voldemort moved away a couple of feet. Harry was pretty sure his face was red. He gave a glare and quickly covered himself with his cloak when he noticed Voldemort'seyes roaming over his body once again.
"No need to be embarrassed Darling. You look good enough to eat." Voldemort purred.
Harry sneered for his measure. He was sure Severus Snape would be proud of how surely it looked.
"Whatever. I'm still gonna kill you."
Voldemort rolled his eyes, already used to his Darling's constant oath for his demise, and smiled charmingly. "Of course, Darling."
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