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The usual thanks to all of you who took the time to review last chapter, they keep the creative juices flowing and the actual desire to write strong.
I'm going to assume that everyone knows about problem over the last couple of days with the not uploading anything so that's why this chapter is so late. Nevertheless, I apologise for the lateness of this chapter and assure you all that it won't happen again as long as I have something to say about it -.-.
In relation to my writing, I no longer have to revise as I have now done the exam which required revision so that means I really can devote as much time as I want to writing this without getting distracted by the guilt of knowing I should really be revising. So, there we have it, two exams down, one more to go...Fun -.-
Enough from me, on with our latest chapter.

23rd December 1986: Afternoon

"Merry Christmas!" Draco greeted Harry and Severus excitedly as they arrived through the front door ofMalfoy Manor.

"Merry Christmas." Harry replied a little more calmly as his best friend launched himself into his arms in a tight hug. "Merry Christmas Uncle Lucius." He greeted the tall, blonde man as he entered from a side door.

"Merry Christmas Haryon and a joyous Nirhy as well." Lucius returned the greeting, adding on the last part in repsect of his godson's religion. "Merry Christmas Severus." The man greeted his own best friend and they gave each other a warm hand shake. He looked around himself curiously. "Where are your things?"

"Dobby collected them as soon as we made it into the grounds." Severus answered as they released each others hands and he started to remove his scarf and cloak. "That house-elf is far too excitable for his own good, especially when he's around my son." With that he glanced over to Harry and Draco who were both taking off Harry's winter clothes.

"He's nice." Harry insisted, pulling his wooly hat off as Draco worked on the fastening of his cloak. "And he's a living creature; he deserves some repsect."

Lucius raised a slightly amused eyebrow at the dark haired man standing beside him. "A house-elf deserving respect?" He spoke in a low tone, meaning to not be over-heard by his son or godson. However, Harry had learnt long ago that sometimes eavesdropping on Lucius' and Severus' conversations was necessary in order to know just exactly what was going on in all of their lives.

"It's that blasted school he goes to." Severus grunted in his own defense. "They've filled his head with so much pacifism tripe that he'd pray for forgiveness if he so much as accidently stepped on an ant let alone purposely treat a house-elf like a servant."

"He'd never make a decent Death Eater then." Lucius mused with grim humour in his tone.

"And that is exactly why I haven't pulled him out. I rather he had clear, defined, though rather extreme views on what's right and wrong and remain safe rather than have mixed views and end up making the same mistakes as us." His father told the other man as Harry and Draco started on his shoes, Harry still keeping the better part of his concentration on the conversation.

"I wish I could turn the clock back and do the same for Draco." The blonde sighed regretfully.

"What do you tell him about the Dark Lord now?"

"I don't. I get the house-elves to keep him busy while we attend meetings and I never mention it anymore. He knows it's because of the Dark Lord that Narcissa is no longer with use and he knows why she's no longer with us...I don't know if he understands completely yet though."

"He will in time."

"Yes, I suppose."

"Do you know if he takes after his mother yet?" Severus inquired and that piqued Harry's interest.

"There are no signs yet, he's still too young really." Lucius answered making Harry feel completely unsatisfied.

"What will you do if he does?" Ooo, now that was more interesting again...

"Harry!" Draco said in a raised tone, jabbing the dark haired boy in the ribs sharply and also catching the attention of the two adults.

"Ow! What was that for?" Harry pouted, rubbing the sore spot which now pulsed just underneath his ribs.

"I've been trying to get your attention for ages now!" The blonde revealed, sounding very put out. "Why were you ignoring me?"

"Oh, erm, sorry, I was just, uh, I was just lost in thought I suppose." The dark haired boy said awkwardly, very aware that the two men in the entrance hall were now listening to them. He knew it was now very unlikely that they would continue their conversation as before so he had no reason to try and get out of the on-coming conversation with his best friend. "So what was it that you wanted?"

23rd December 1986: Night

Light brown hair, dark brown eyes, a black cloak. Intense fear, panic, desperation, helplessness...

It was dark and cold again, cold everywhere, and enclosed too, once again not with bindings but within a circle of people wearing the same black cloaks and the same masks on their faces making them all look the same; clones, each as unfeeling as the next. It wasn't as confused as before. He could make out exactly where He was; a stone room, looked a bit like a dungeon, and He knew for sure this time that He wasn't the one who was fearing for his life. No, that was the one who was in the centre of the man-made circle, surrounded by friends turned enemies. He may not have been in fear for his life but He was still afraid.

He could feel everything that the poor man, beaten and limp on the floor, could feel. All the emotions, all the desperation and regret and also an odd sort of ache which didn't quite hurt but it wasn't in the least bit comfortable either. There was a cruel, hissing voice talking but it sounded muffled, as though He was listening from under water, and He could only manage to catch the odd word or sentence here and there:

"...Traitor..."

"Did you think you'd get away with it?"

"Let this be a lesson to all of you who stand here..."

"...Not be disappointed again."

"Crucio!"

It was all so horrible and He could feel tears well up in His eyes in sympathy for poor man. He covered His mouth with His hand to stop a shuddered breath; He didn't think He was visible to the others in the room but He didn't want to take the chance. The other people. How could they just stand there as someone was being tortured so cruelly, both physically and mentally? Why did none of them help if only to stop the screaming?

The person speaking, the one with the hissing voice, stepped into His view, closer to the tortured man in the middle of the circle. The new person wore a loose black robe, much more flowing and a lot longer than anyone elses in the area but despite the robe, it was obvious that the body underneath was lithe but strong. There was no mask on the man's face; a face that looked remarkably snake-like, with two glowing, red eyes; He knew those eyes only too well.

The snake man looked down at the brown haired man with a disgusted expression on his face before he raised the wand in his right hand and aimed it down at the heap at his feet. However, there were a pause then as a different muffled voice came. Whatever he was saying wasn't doing any good as the red-eyed man just glared down at the person at his feet angrily. With a sharp motion of the left leg, the snake-man kicked the man on the floor in the face, right underneath the chin, and He winced from His position at the side at the sound of the sickening crunch of a broken bone.

More furious, hissed words from the snake-man which He couldn't quite make out. Then,his wand was aimed at the quivering man on the floor and two words rang out clearly; two words that He recognised with a gasped sob:

"Avada Kedavra!"

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Harry woke up with a slightly strangled sounding cry, his arms flailing around him as he wrestled with the heavy douvet which blanketed him. He looked around himself slightly wildly for a few moments as his sleep-addled mind tried to work out exactly where he was and what had happened. Once reality began to sink into him again, he released a relieved sigh and allowed himself to go limp, slumping back down heavily onto the mattress below him once again.

That had been a rather...Disturbing dream to say the least. At least he hadn't felt as if he knew that person, though those red eyes one of the men had were more than a little familiar. It had felt a lot like it did when he had dreamt of Narcissa's death. Did that mean that he had just watched someone die again? Or was it just a bad dream which simply felt really, really real? Because the fact he had dreamt of his godmother's death around the time it could have possibly happened was still just a coincidence, right? Of course, there was no other sensible explanation.

As Harry lay there, trying to calm himself down, he heard the gentle pattering of rain on glass and that helped to soothe him somewhat. But no matter how much he tried to stop himself from thinking about his dream and how hard he tried to keep himself calm though, he couldn't quite manage it. Memories of the dream swirled around his head and questions and possibilities wouldn't leave him alone. It was frustrating and horrible and all he wanted was to go back to sleep and forget.

Just then, the door to his bedroom, which was kept especially for him at Malfoy Manor, cracked open slightly and a head of blonde hair, which shined out even through the dark, poked around the side. "Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry sighed, propping himself up on an elbow and leaning over to the lamp on the bedside table beside him. With just a small tap on the glass case, the flame inside suddenly flared to life, creating enough light next to him so that once his best friend had reached the bed and climbed up on it to lay beside him, Harry could see the other boy quite clearly.

"Are you all right? I heard you cry out." Draco whispered, shifting as close to Harry as he could and peering into his eyes, as if searching for something.

"Just a bad dream; I'm fine." Harry assured the blonde boy with a smile.

"Are you sure? I could go find your father if you want." He offered, obviously concerned.

"Really Draco, I'm fine." The dark haired boy insisted tiredly, flopping back down.

The blonde frowned lightly, rolling on top of his best friend and caging his head between his arms which he supported most of his weight on though his lower body was resting on top of Harry's, their legs tangling together comfortably. He looked down at the dark haired boy beneath him intently for a few seconds before giving a huff and easing his weight off of his arms and onto Harry, resting his head on the chest beneath him and curling his silk-covered arms around his waist. Harry released a small sigh and brought his right hand to rest on Draco's back while the other was thrown out to his side.

The number of hugs and cuddles that the two boys shared had spiked dramatically ever since that afternoon shortly after Narcissa's death, not that Harry was complaining; he quite liked his close relationship with his best friend. They now often greeted each other with open arms and having a bit of a cuddle at some point during the day had become a regular occurance. Sometimes they sat and cuddled, sometimes they lay down, like they were at that moment. Somtimes it was Draco who did the holding, sometimes it was Harry and sometimes they held each other. Neither of the boys saw any harm in the affection they showed each other now but their father's obviously felt different than they did.

It hadn't taken long for the two men to notice the new-found closeness of their two sons and, although they hadn't come straight out and forbidden them from doing it anymore, they had both taken turns to explain to their respective sons that showing such affection towards another person who wasn't married to you just wasn't done. Neither boy really understood why this was the case or what harm they were doing by enjoying the occassional cuddle with each other but Harry was more than willing to give it up if that was what his father really wanted him to do. Draco on the other hand was less than co-operative and had stubbornly ignored his father. He had persuaded Harry that they were doing nothing wrong but had compromised to being more discreet in the future. That was the reason they still hugged each other in greeting but left cuddles such as the one they were tangled up in at that moment to times when they knew they weren't going to be disturbed.

Harry was wonderfully warm and comfortable now and he felt his eyelids growing heavier by the second. He let out a small yawn, turning his head away from the direction his best friend's head was in. His head remained in that position even once the yawn was done and his eyes drifted shut, sleep once again coming to him. However, before he could fully fall asleep, Draco moving on his stomach woke him up once again.

"Hey Harry?"

"Hmm?" The dark haired boy mumbled sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes or move his head.

"I'm thirsty." Draco declared.

"That's nice." Harry mumbled, snuggling into his pillows a little more.

"Do you wanna come down to the kitchens and get some hot chocolate? It'll help take your mind off your nightmare as well."

"Do I actually have a choice?" The half asleep boy sighed, already knowing the answer.

"No."

"Didn't think so." Harry murmured as he opened his eyes before closing them again and rubbing them with his finger-tips. "Come on then." He agreed as he motioned for Draco to get off of him to allow him to get up. The blonde beamed a triumphant grin at him before rolling off and getting to his feet. The dark haired boy rose at a more leisurely pace, arching his back to stretch it before swinging his legs over the side of the bed so he could stand.

Side by side, the two boys headed out of the bedroom and down the corridor towards where the stairs were. They chatted about inconsequensial things such as Quidditch, whether it would snow this year and what they were going to do in the morning. The easy, happy conversation continued all the way across the corridor and down the stairs and it only stopped, for Harry at least, when they left the final step.

He heard it before he saw it; a sort of wailing, screeching, mournful cry which echoed off the bare floors and walls making it sound all the eerier. Then, the source of the noise made itself known and the breath caught in Harry's voice. It was a man, a man with light brown hair, dark brown eyes and dressed in the black cloak and he wasn't walking or running; he was flying. He looked just like the man Harry had seen in his dream a mere couple of dozen minutes ago and he looked just as alive and healthy as any person. In fact, if it weren't for the fact he was darting through the air like a bird, he would quite easily believe that it was a living, breathing person.

"Why have you stopped?" Draco asked curiously as he turned to look at his best friend from his position a couple of feet away.

Harry opened his mouth, intending to ask how Draco could not see the flying man who was racing towards them, but before any sound could leave his mouth, the man flew right through his chest. The horrible, cold feeling of wrongness ran through him and his ears instantly began to ring, his vision started to go dark and his whole body shook with the sudden effort it suddenly took to keep himsef standing. It wasn't as over-whelming as it had been when he'd tried to touch Narcissa that time a couple of years ago but it was far from easy to handle. He sagged forward suddenly and if it wasn't for the quick reflexes of Draco, he would have crumpled to the floor uselessly.

"Harry!" The blonde gasped worriedly as he grabbed his best friend around the waist.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to dispel the faintness which was making it hard to keep lucid. He tried to pull himself together enough to assure the other boy that he was fine but he couldn't quite get his voice box to work. After a few moments, just when he was starting to feel better, the sound of many footsteps on stone floor reached him and he felt the arms around him tense suddenly.

"Oh no..." Draco breathed fearly as he tightened his arms around Harry but he otherwise didn't move.

"What?" Harry managed to get out as he lifted his head to look where Draco was looking. Through slightly hazy vision, emerald green eyes locked with ruby red ones on the other side of the entrance hall. His blood froze as he immediately recognised who it was.

"The Dark Lord..." Draco whispered, sounding half awed and half terrified.

Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the Dark Lord and, strangely enough, the man seemed to be in no rush to look away from him either. In fact, the man seemed to be studying him, as if trying to figure something out. Considering who it was doing the staring, it was incredibly un-nerving and Harry wished dearly to his Great Lady that the man would turn his gaze away.

"Draco?" Lucius' voice suddenly came and the two young boys turned to look at where the older Malfoy was entering the room as he pushed his hood down and took off his mask. In step with him was Severus who also removed his mask and pulled down his hood. Upon seeing the condition of his son, the ebony haired man moved towards them but was stopped abruptly by a long, black cloaked arm being held out in front of him.

Voldemort didn't even acknowledge Severus depsite the fact he had just stopped the man in his tracks. He continued to stare at Harry for a couple more seconds before he lowered his arm and started forward towards the two boys, his eyes never leaving the dark haired boy who was still struggling not to collapse. Upon reaching the boys, his gaze finally left Harry only to move to Draco for a brief time as he addressed him:

"Go to your father, boy." Voldemort ordered Draco in a hard, cool and calm voice. Draco's gaze flickered over to his father but he didn't move despite the fact his muscles were tense as if in preparation to move. The snake-like man standing above them didn't seem to know whether to be amused or annoyed at the defiance and in the end obviously decided to go with annoyance. "Go to your father, boy, before I make you go to him." He ordered once again, his tone taking on a slightly threatening quality to it.

It seemed to work because after another second's worth of hesitation, Draco carefully pulled his arms away from his best friend and hurried over to where his father and godfather were standing. He was immediately pulled against the older blonde; steady, reassuring hands coming down to rest on the small shoulders, a total contridiction to how the eldest Malfoy was actually feeling. He exchanged a discreet, nervous glance with Severus who stood beside him and the naturally pale man looked twice as pale as normal and seemed unable to take his eyes off of where the Dark Lord had his back to them all and was knelt down to his son's level, long, elegant fingers gripping the young boy's arms securely.

Harry wanted to pull away. He wanted to pull away and rush over to his father where he'd be safe and far away from this horrible, awful man. He was having enough trouble staying upright though, there was no way he'd be able to get out of the Dark Lord's grip and make it over to where his father was. Lifting his head, Harry looked up at the Dark Lord to find the older man with an oddly kind expression on his face.

"Hello there." Voldemort said in a low voice which was no doubt not heard by the Death Eaters on the other side of the entrance hall who were watching the interaction intensely. "Do you know who I am?"

Harry nodded carefully. "You're the Dark Lord."

"Yes, that's right." Voldemort confirmed gently, that kind expression still on his face. "You're Snape's son aren't you?" Harry nodded again. "What's your name?"

"Haryon."

"Ah, yes, a fitting name. You certainly posses the grace and beauty of an Elvish prince." Voldemort complimented causing a huge blush to cover Harry's face. "Tell me Haryon, what is it that's wrong? You're awfully pale and if I'm not mistaken, when I entered you seemed on the verge of passing out."

"Oh, it's nothing My Lord. Just a little dizzy spell, it'll soon pass." Harry answered easily, brushing off the concern as he did with everyone else.

"I see. Has it ever happened to you before?" The Dark Lord inquired, an odd sort of anticipation entering his tone.

"Yes, once, the afternoon that I said goodbye to Aunt Narcissa, a few months after she was murdered." The young boy answered honestly for once, his nerves preventing him from thinking of a suitable lie that that moment.

"You're Aunt Narcissa was murdered?" Harry nodded again. "How do you know that?" Once again the man's voice was filled with a very strange sense of anticipation, as if there was an expected answer which he wanted to hear.

"I saw it." The dark haired boy said in a slight monotone.

"Really? And did you see who it was that killed her?" A nod in confirmation from Harry. "Who was it?" Harry hesitated, afraid of what the consequences of telling the truth here could result in. "Haryon, who did you see kill your godmother?" Voldemort asked again, sounding a little less patient this time.

"It was you." Harry said quietly, not letting his eyes drop from those hard, red eyes which seemed to bore into his soul. "I saw you kill my Aunt Narcissa."

To Harry's great surprise, instead of being Avada Kedavra'd or at least tortured for that admission, he was rewarded with a broad smile/smirk/sneer from Voldemort. His red eyes lit up with a sort of triumphant happiness and his left hand, the hand which wasn't in sight of any of the Death Eaters, came up to cup the side of his cheek. It was a surprisingly soft hand though it was terribly cold.

"Excellent." The man whispered, leaning closer, and for one terrible second, Harry really thought that the monster ofa man was going to kiss him. However, almost as soon as that thought came into his head, the Dark Lord had risen, his hand leaving his cheek, and was walking away towards the front door. "Put your son to bed immediately Snape and give him a potion if he has trouble falling alseep. The rest of you are dismissed; you shall be called the next time I require your presences." And with that, the doors of the manor opened by themselves and Voldemort swept out gracefully, the doors closing behind him.

No one moved or spoke for several seconds after that, not sure what to make of what had just happened. It wasn't until Harry's shakey legs gave way beneath him and he slumped onto the floor that people began to suddenly come back to themselves. As Severus and Draco rushed to the dark haired boy's side, Lucius expelled the other Death Eaters from his property impatiently, not wanting any witnesses as his godson was fussed over and interrogated over what the Dark Lord had spoken to him about.

14th February 1987: Morning

"Did you know that Saint Valentine was actually Elvish?" Serenity told her friends in a pompous, knowing tone.

"No he wasn't." Rhys disagreed in a bored tone, not bothering to look up from the piece of toast he was buttering.

"Yes he was!" Serenity insisted loudly, drawing Harry's and Marcia's attention to the conversation.

"I thought Saint Valentine was Christian saint." Marcia mused.

"I didn't even know there was a Saint Valentine." Harry mused just as the doors to the Meeting Hall opened and one of the teachers entered with a large woven basket on four small wheels which was full to the top with letters.

"Oh good, the mail!" Marcia smiled excitedly as she clasped her hands together in front of her. "I wonder what my parents got me this year for Valentines."

"I'm expecting a gift from Stefan at home. He told me loved me over Nirhy you know." Serenity told them all proudly, refering to the boy she apparently going to marry when she was older.

"You've told us that already." Harry pointed out with a small grin.

"Several times." Rhys added.

"You're both just jealous because your boys and you're the ones who have to buy girls things rather than having nice things bought for you." Serenity accused. "And you're extra jealous Haryon because you send your family gifts for Valentines but you never get anything in return."

"Because Valentines is celebrated differently in the Wizarding world." Harry reminded easily, not in the least bothered by his friend's comment.

"Then why do you bother?" The girl asked rather rudely.

"Because I love my family and it's a nice way to show them. Besides, we always get the afternoon of the thirteenth off to make our chocolate; it'd be a shame to waste what I make." He justified. "And like you said, I'm a boy, I'm supposed toget other people things for Valentines Day. I don't mind if I don't get anything from my family and I'm not bothered by the fact I'll never get one from anyone else because I'm a boy."

"I'd make you a Valentines gift if you wanted one." Marcia mumbled shyly, her fingers twindling together nervously. Harry blushed intensely at that causing Rhys to shoot him an amused look which earned the sombre young boy a soft elbow in the ribs which wasn't really intended to hurt.

"Oh don't be so pathetic Marcia." Serenity sneered at the girl who was also blushing like a tomato.

"Morning you lot." The young teacher who was giving out the letters and packages greeted the four children as she reached their table.

"Good morning Sage Calil." They chorused together, Rhys actually putting in a bit of effort seeing as the woman was one of his teachers.

"Nice to see you all looking so happy and chipper this morning, especially you Rhys." The woman teased causing the young to blush ever so faintly. "Now, let's see what we've got for you all today..." She hummed as she searched through her basket. "I have a parcel for Marcia." She smiled, handing the silver-blonde haired girl a cuboid wrapped in plain brown paper. The girl took it excitedly but didn't open straight away. "I have another one for Rhys." With a grin a similar sized package to Marcia's was handed to the still blushing male Mage. "And I've got a nice big package for a Mister Haryon Snape, future High Priest extrodinaire."

"A package?" Harry echoed, confused.

"Yep." The easy-going teacher confrimed as she heaved a rather large box, just a little bigger than could comfortably fit in his arms, onto the table, being careful to avoid the plates of food already on there.

All four children stared at the box as though it was going to jump up and attack them silently for a second or two before Serenity broke the silence: " Don't you have anything for me Sage Calil?"

"Nope, sorry Serenity, nothing for you today." The teacher apologised cheerfully before moving off to the next table.

The golden-blonde haired girl gaped indignantly after the teacher for a minute or so after before turning back to the centre of the table and glaring at the centre piece angrily. "I am going to kill that lying git when I go home for The Moon of Matyr." She practically growled. However, she was gone mostly unnoticed by the other occupants of the table who were all still looking at Harry's package curiously.

"Why aren't you opening it?" Rhys inquired.

"Because I wasn't expecting it; I don't know who it's from." Harry answered, looking at the package unsurely.

"So? It's not like it's going to be anything dangerous. Who would try and hurt you?" Marcia asked quietly, blushing slightly again.

Harry took in a breath and tried not to think about the Dark Lord as he reached forward to untie the string which held the top of the package down. Ever since the incident on the night before Christmas Eve, Voldemort had apparently been taking a keen interest in him. He hadn't been told anything directly of course but he had done his fair share of eavesdropping on his father and godfather before he had left for school again. The snake-like man had been asking a lot of questions about him, general sort of stuff which one normally wouldn't think important, and although Severus was obviously extremely concerned about the sudden interest in his son, what could he do but answer the questions? He could hardly refuse after all.

The string was pulled loose and then away from the package completely before Harry rose from his seat a little so he could unfold the top. Inside, the box was full to the top of every kind of sweet imaginable. There were Every Flavour Beans, Mood Changing Lollipops, Liquorice Wands; there was easily hundreds of Galleons worth of sweets. And, resting on top of all that was a small, golden piece of parchment, neatly folded in half.

"Wow." Marcia gasped, her jaw dropping open, as she rose up a little to peer into the box.

"Are you sure you have no idea who sent this?" Rhys inquired, also having a look.

Harry took the note from the top and opened it. Unfolding it, he discovered a spidery scrawl written in shimmering emerald ink which read "To the Prince of Elves, with deep affection from the Prince of Slytherin on this Saint Valentines Day." He understood the meaning after a moment of considering it, remembering that he had once heard that Voldemort had been in Slytherin when he was a student at Hogwarts. Bearing in mind that he had already innately feared it would be from the Dark Lord, it was no real surprise but that still meant that it was totally unwanted.

"I can't accept this." He murmured mostly to himself.

"I'll take it then." Serenity volunteered, reaching for the box.

"No, you can't!" Harry said quickly as he pulled the box out of her reach.

"Why not? You don't want it so let me have it." The girl pouted with a light frown.

"You can't have it because I'm going to send it back." The dark haired boy explained as he closed the lid again and slid it off the table in order to set it down on the floor by his chair.

"So you do know who sent it?" Rhys checked.

"Yeah."

"Why are you sending it back then?" Marcia inquired curiously.

"I..." Harry hesitated, pausing in his lowering of the package, unsure how to explain it in a brief enough manner. "I don't think my father would approve of me getting a Valentines gift from anyone, let alone who it was who sent me this." He finally finished his sentence as he set the box on the floor, missing the glimpse he could have caught of the spy who was curled underneath the table, mere centimetres away from his feet.

14th February 1987: Night

"Ah, Nagini, you have returned finally. Tell me, how wasss my gift recccieved?"

"Well I believe my Lord. The young princcce took your gift withhh him when he and his companionsss left the table onccce they had finissshed their feeding. I did sssmell a cccertain amount of fear coming from him but I do not thhhink that isss sssuprissing?"

"No, I'm glad that he fearsss me. He will alwaysss fear me even when he isss sssure that I will never hurt him. You have done very well Nagini, you may go and ressst now my friend."

"Thank you Massster."

His eyes followed the large snake as it slithered away from the figure sitting on the throne-like chair in the dark, empty room before He moved his eyes back onto the man. Red eyes seemed to glow through the darkness as the man slouched down into his chair as a long fingered hand slipped inside his robes and travelling down. An intense blush covered His cheeks as He quickly looked away and shut His eyes for good measure, only too aware of what the man in front of Him was doing.

Before long, harsh pants echoed in the large, empty chamber and He was dismayed to discover that covering His ears did nothing to block out the sounds of pleasure: the gasped curse words; the rustling of material and the laboured breathing. He vividly remembered the time a year or so ago when He had accidently walked in on His father doing this exact same thing but although that had been embarrassing, it wasn't half as embarrassing as this. At least then He'd been able to leave the room as quickly as He'd entered and His father had been none the wiser. Now, He had no idea how He was supposed to get out of this place and He was stuck listening to...This.

The words coming from Voldemort's mouth were getting more and more crude and just as He was beginning to worry for his soul, everything seemed to reach a head. Voldemort's eyes were squeezed shut as his body arched off of the throne as he thrust his hips upwards several times in a row. He was still stubbornly looking away but when He heard the final chocked out word, His eyes seemed to open on their own though he didn't look up:

"Haryon!"

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Harry woke suddenly with a start and a sharp breath. He sat up quickly and looked around to see to his relief that he was still in his dorm room at Saint Gwenifwar's and there was no Voldemort in sight. It wasn't long before his racing heart began to slow and he allowed himself to relax. Rubbing his eyes, he lay back down and let his head lull to the side where his gaze fell to rest on the package he had received that morning.

No way in Hell was he keeping it now.

End of Chapter 5
Harry's met Voldemort and we learn that Voldemort is a pervy old man! Or is he being influenced by something? Perhaps it's a bit of both O.o Anyways, the first reason for the M rating was here in this chapter though it was a bit abstract. Considering what it was, that's probably for the best though O.o
If you're all wondering why Harry was able to understand the Parseltongue even though he hasn't got the ability himself yet, there is a reason, it's not just a plot hole! The reason you won't find out for quite a while though. So, I'm just telling you all so you don't point it out with the intention of pointing out a mistake.
Oh well, once again I have said all that was needed to be said for this week. Take care everyone and I'll see you all again next time :)

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