Chapter 25: A phantom and his mask.

(Disclaimer in chapter 1!)

Reflections always had their charm, in Harry's mind; a friend who was always there to tell you the superficial truth, to make you see the deepest parts of yourself, and, if you don't like what you see, you can always wave your hand and make it disappear. Reflections let you ponder, let you see beyond what you think of yourself, help you reminisce and create another reality with one's imagination...

And Harry always loved to use his imagination.

Especially when it comes to annoying other people; namely, dark lords who attempt to invade other people's minds.

Harry smirked as an idea took place in his head. He really ought not to, but since when did Harry care?

The dark haired boy stared into the confines of the lake, watching his smirking reflection.

Oh mirror mirror on the wall….

He closed his eyes and let Voldemort's touch probe more deeply as the image materialized slowly.

Dark eyes stared out of a white mask of his own design as a hand pressed into his throat, cutting off all circulation and ways of air as Harry lay on the bed completely at the mercy of the mysterious cloaked man.

"Shhh," The man whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the boy's mouth. "It won't hurt a bit." He soothes the young boy whilst caressing the painted cheeks. "Unless you beg for it." He added and Harry moaned as the hand pressed even tighter.

"I want…." The child broke off as tears dropped from his eyes, smudging the eye shadow he wore.

"Tell me!" The Phantom-like figure ordered as the other hand slowly trailed down Harry's body and massaged the sore muscle between his legs.

"Yes! That!" Harry begged as he arched into the maddening touch, his throat swallowing convulsively against the choking appendage.

The man broke off all touch and just stared at his laying companion. The make-up Harry wore was ruined by tear-tracks and yet, one could still see the beautiful mask that was painted on his face. In some ways obscuring the natural beauty that was present and in others; enhancing it.

A true artist's creation.

Just like the boy in front of him.

The man trailed his hand over the boy's body, enjoying the way he shuddered and gasped at his touch. "How long have I waited to have you..." He remarked as he bent over to kiss those ruby-red lips once more.

"Have me then. It's what we both want." Harry moaned as he grabbed the neck of the black cloak, tugging the man even closer to him.

The man laughed. His dark and rich voice sent shivers down Harry's spine. "You don't get to boss me little boy." The man sucked the delicate throat deeply, marking him as his own.

"I get to chose what to give you. I get to enjoy your body. You, boy, are simply here to satisfy my pleasure."

Harry moaned as another stroke on his cock teased him into the edge. "Yes, Master! Anything, yours completely, just please don't stop." He begged.

"And what will you do if I will?" The question was asked innocently enough, though the fact that the man stopped all caresses as he asked it, turned it wicked.

"Er…I'll…" The boy trailed off realizing the futility of his words.

The man smirked as the white mask glittered in the candle light. "Exactly. You'll beg. Beg for me. For my touch. For anything."

Harry shook his head even when he knew the words were true. His scar burned. "I won't." He whispered instead and the cloaked figure laughed once more.

"Oh?" A touch to his hard dick sent him flying and he bit his lip to stop the sounds that so longed to burst. "Cry for me. I want to hear you." Another touch as the man tweaked a nipple with his other hand.

The lightning bolt scar seared up and Harry, both in memory and flesh, cried out. The boy breathed heavily, no longer feeling the touch of The Dark Lord on his mind.

He smirked, once more staring into the depths of the lake as he recalled the end of the memory.

"God Gavin, don't stop!! Please just a few more!" The boy begged and the phantom kissed him hard. "Anything, my Lilo."

If anyone was awake at the late time they could hear mad laughter coming from the grounds.

Yes, Harry thought, the idea of the Phantom of the Opera sleeping with the angel Lilo Sky was a great one for the Halloween movie.

And if the phantom and his mask looked slightly familiar, well… it wasn't Harry's fault.

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Harry was grinning widely as he walked inside the great hall for breakfast the next day. His scar burned frequently and while irritating, it sure made him smile when he thought of Voldemort's future reactions to the memory.

Right before he took a seat at the Gryffindor table, he heard hurried footsteps and someone calling his name. Turning around, he paused when he noticed the bright red hair of one Ginevra Weasley.

"Ginny?" He asked with a frown and the girl took the moment to jump into his arms and bestow kisses all over his face.

"Oh Harry! Thank you for the best night of my life!!! I never felt anything like it and I- Wow!!!!" She grinned at the confused boy and hastily whispered in his ear, "The Book of Sugar and Cream is the best book I have ever read!!! I mean, a book that shows you your inner most feelings and desires? Wow!" She hugged him more tightly and Harry grinned at her.

"Told you you'd like it." He murmured before saying wickedly, "Now get off of me, you're heavy."

Ginny snorted; she weighed the same as Harry did, but nonetheless got off the boy and sat next to him at the table, ignoring the glare her brother sent.

"So," She poured him juice while he loaded food on both their plates. "You look like you've been up to mischief. Care to share?" When Harry stared at her, she explained. "It's the same look Fred and George have." Harry nodded and quickly whispered the happenings of the other night.

Ginny burst out laughing and almost fell off her chair. "I swear Harry; the twins are such a bed influence on you."

Harry shrugged with a small grin. "Nah." He shook his head as he spooned some food from his plate.

Suddenly, Harry, and everyone else in the hall, heard the sounds of a chair scraping violently and turned almost as one (because if it was as one, then it would have been creepy) to look at the head table, where one Severus Snape had stood up, clutching his left forearm to his chest and looking really pale.

"Severus!" Dumbledore cried out; making all those who hadn't paid attention, look up. "What is the matter, dear boy?"

The potions master glared at the old man. "Feeling a bit ill, headmaster. Must be something I ate." He sneered at the food.

At those words, one of the teachers who didn't know about Snape's extra-curriculum activities pushed her food away from her, hurriedly saying, "I'm not hungry anymore."

Dumbledore, however, nodded. "Of course." He surveyed the dark man through his glasses. "Shall I cancel your morning classes, then?"

Snape nodded and Harry heard most students cheer quietly. "I hope you feel well soon." The headmaster finished and Snape left the hall in a hurry.

Harry's scar burned once more.

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Meanwhile at a Dark Lord's lair:

A hooded figure rubbed his hands together as he cackled evilly at his followers.

"Today we shall finally defeat the justice league!!!!"

A/n: oops, wrong evil lair…..

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Meanwhile at our Dark Lord's lair:

"I have called you all here so I could get some answers straight." Voldemort shivered at the last word.

The death eaters that surrounded him frowned at their lord. Intrigued and scared at the same time.

"I have come across a certain memory that interested me." The Dark Lord paused at his choice of words. "A memory that I found strange." He nodded to himself, further confusing his audience.

"It seems that one of my own has betrayed me!" He spat out much to their surprise.

The order's spy shivered at the tone of voice as he hoped against hope.

"Who my lord? Please tell us who would do such a thing!" Bellatrix Lestrange called out, staring at The Dark Lord with adoration.

Voldemort looked at his most loyal thoughtfully, effectively scratching her from the suspect list, due to her being a woman. "But that's it, my dear Bellatrix. The memory only showed me the mask and cloak of the betrayer, not the face or name." He cursed himself for the foolishness of leaving the boy's mind before discovering those things.

"I do know, however, that it is a man. So I'll give you all a choice," He stared at his silent crowd. "Either you step up and admit it here, in which case I'll be merciful, or…. Or I'll torture you till the end of time."

Obviously, no one stepped up.

After a moment of silence, Lucius Malfoy spoke up. "Forgive me my lord, but may I ask of the crime?"

The Dark Lord Voldemort stared at his blond servant, crossing him out of the list as well; the long, blond hair was quite distinctive.

He almost sighed in relief that his two most loyal truly were loyal and decided to answer the man.

"One of you…has slept with Harry Potter!!!!"

Tbc.

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A/n: We know it's short but it just had to stop here. Or else it wouldn't be as fun….

We, as in DikiCat and Rock_Junkie, your favorite writers, are proud to say that we finished one more episode.

Yay.

DikiCat: Our a/n's lately are a bit weird, don't you agree?

Rock_Junkie: I suppose, it's just that we don't really have much to say lately, do we?

DikiCat: True. Want to hear something funny? (Rock_Junkie shakes her head) I'll take that as a yes.

Rock_Junkie: Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

DikiCat: wow! You're eager!! Okay, so remember how I told you that I talk to myself out loud whenever I have a story conversation going on? And then tell myself to stop talking out loud? Well, one time my sister wanted to meet up and your favorite girl was walking down the street, not noticing that not only was she talking to her self out loud once more but was also hand waving in the major parts. When my sister told me that, I was like so red because come on, I sooo didn't notice that I was doing that.

Must be the reason people looked at me funny.

Rock_Junkie: No? Y'think?

DikiCat nods: Yeah. It's almost like whenever I cross the street and I'm thinking of stories, I never pay attention to the red light/green light and I just cross it. One time I did it and realized that I didn't notice if it was green, I looked back and it wasn't and not only that but the road was packed with cars.

So in conclusion- fanfiction can kill you if you're not careful.

Rock_Junkie stars: Ooookay, that's yeah….anyhow, I'm looking for a job at the moment because I want some real money before I had off to the army in November (DikiCat will leave in September) but don't worry, we will still update, never fear.

DikiCat: But what if we won't???!!!! What if the story will never be updated and our readers will never know how it ends???!!!! *sobbing in a truly unbelievingly dramatic fashion*

Rock_Junkie: Then I'm sure our readers will understand. *she notices the glares her readers send out* or maybe not….

We'll update, we will!!!!! Swear to all that is kinky and dirty!!!!!

See ye next time.

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