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I am so sorry for taking so long to update. I went home last weekend, and let's just say my mother isn't very approving of my writing. I'll try and be better about that. 107602: Trust me Love, the war is far from over. I've got plans, big big plans. We'll actually be getting into the beginning of them in this chapter. FanFiction Lover: You're going to like this chapter, I think…or not, idk you'll see what I mean. FireAndPowder: Welcome to the fic! I hope to hear from you again in the coming chapters! Now this chapter is hopefully going to make up for the wait, but again, you'll see! That being said… WARNING: Chapter fifteen and I still have to warn people of sex. I shouldn't have to, but it's better than not having it.

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~Angelia Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Return

Harry's POV

Six. In the past five days they had managed to occupy six of the Order's camps. The Dark Lord's plan was working perfectly. They had traced Henry Warren to three of those using a spell Hermione had invented several years before. It put a magical trace on an effected individual that lingered everywhere they stopped for more than thirty seconds. The other three had been ferreted out through swift and skillful interrogation. Spies of the Order had been falling left and right, already another fifteen had been added to the first, and he had three of his men tracking down twenty others.

All was going well

Harry wiped his hands on the towel that hung at his belt and stepped back from the Order leader. His head hung low, a soft wheezing coming from his broken, blood-clotted nose and blood pooled crimson in his lap from various splits in his face. He hadn't lasted long, caving after only the fourth punch. Harry nodded to the hooded Death Eaters that stood guard by the door. They had heard all of the information, and they knew their orders without having to be told.

As soon as they were alone, Harry scooped up a cloth he had soaking in potion and dabbed it to his face. As part of the Dark Lord's orders he was to act like he had not broken for the time being, as if he were really trying to help the poor wretches that were the Order. It was perfect. It allowed him to get more information than he would have if he had acted the part of the Dark Lord's servant, while also planting the seeds that would help him bring over more of the Order's soldiers. It was perfect.

"Tell me the truth; I know that you know of other camps, other spies that you didn't tell me before. I just want to keep them safe Thorne." He rinsed out the cloth, and went back to healing his wounds. "Let me help you. I'm not who you think I am," he looked the man in his eye, "I've been doing everything in my power to defy the Dark Lord without him finding out. It's why I had to hurt you. I'm sorry." The words fell familiar from his lips. He had been repeating them at every camp he visited, and as always the man told him everything he knew. Harry made a mental note as to the general location of the camps, "Thank you, I'll send letters to them all with a warning." He stood to leave, "Someone will be in shortly to care for you."

After he had left, Harry made his way down to the command center of this camp. He wrote down the locations of each of the five "hidden" ones he had gotten and sent them off to the Dark Lord. He would decide what to do with them from there. This was so different than his time with the Order. That had mostly been sitting around waiting for the Dark Lord to come for them, always defending too afraid to actively attack Voldemort's army outright.

Shortly after winning the battle for Hogwarts, Voldemort had spread his reach to other countries. He had effectively established a power base in every major wizarding country on Earth. The Order had done the same, recruiting rebels from every corner of the globe. They had already been driven out of China and Russia while Italy and Germany were soon to fall. It wouldn't be much longer until the Dark Lord had won this war. The only problem was the Order was still going strong on the front lines.

Hogwarts still stood as a refuge for the young and injured. The Dark Lord had yet to take it permanently. Children and families that had nothing to do with the war were being sheltered there, and if rumors were to be believed, there were still classes. Harry had visited his former home several years ago, and had been greeted with awe. There wasn't a person there that hadn't known he was fighting for them. He wondered how he would be accepted now. It was almost ironic. He had fallen so far from the hero he had once been. He now belonged to the Dark Lord now, killed and tortured in the Dark Lord's name. Harry James Potter, the Chosen one had died nearly two months ago and a puddle of his own piss and blood and the Dark Lord's cum. He could still remember the moment he gave up…

Harry shook his head to banish the poisonous thoughts. He didn't need to be thinking about who he had once been; it would only cause him unnecessary pain. Instead he collapsed into the soft armchair, sitting down for the first time in what felt like forever. He and his fifty-Shadow they had been named by the rest of the Death Eaters- had been here for three days, awaiting reinforcements so that they could move on. Earlier that day, three prisoners had "escaped" with the knowledge that there were nearly a thousand soldiers that would be here by this evening, adding to the already large number that was already here. He knew the news would get back to the Order, and if his prediction was right, the camp was so small that they would not attack out of fear of losing men. It was a gamble, they could attack anyway and if that was the case then he would be greatly outnumbered.

Absently he ran his finger down the bridge of his nose. When he had not been dealing with trivial matters that came with occupying a camp, he had been working on breaking the enchantments that hid the camp's secretes. He had stumbled upon a bit of luck with this one; it was the central hub for the Order's spy network. He hadn't even known it had existed, and everything was encoded in such a way that perhaps only Hermione could break. He pulled the stacks of parchment towards him and went back to work. It seemed to be an assortment of random lines, with no pattern that he could see. He had tried every bit of code-breaking magic he knew and dug through any book he could get his hands on. He knew that the leader's journal was likely the key to figuring this out. All of the Order's higher officials were required to keep one. The only problem was finding it.

Harry was glaring at the illegible writing when there was a knock at the door. "Enter," he snapped, never looking up.

"Sir?"

"This had better be important," he set aside the parchment to turn his gaze to the obviously frightened soldier.

"It is Sir. The Dark Lord wishes your return. Reinforcements have arrived, and he wishes that you and your men return to the manor now."

Harry spoke softly, his voice full of ice, "He what?"

"H-he sent me to tell you that you and your men are expected back at the manor in five minutes, and if you linger longer than that he will come and get you himself…Sir." The last he added hastily, flinching when Harry approached him.

"Thank you." His voice was still cold. If he had the capacity for it he would have been pissed. But he didn't, and he had been given a direct order by his master. All he could do was obey. So he went around the camp, rounding up his men before appearating back to Malfoy Manor.

Nothing. The Dark Lord offered no reason as to why he had called Harry back.

"I have two hundred more waiting for your training. They have already been tested, and are ready to learn what you have to teach. You have two months before I want them combat ready. Fail to do so and I will kill you."

Harry had nodded without comment, knowing that the Dark Lord meant what he had said. He made the threat often. While Harry had yet to fail him, he knew that the Dark Lord would kill him if he did so. He was Harry Potter after all, and was to be held at a higher standard than the rest. He immediately set to work. He enlisted Reece to help him in the task of preparing them. She already acted as his right hand, so it was only natural that she helped him test their untrained skill.

Harry shook his head in disgust as they worked through nearly half of them by nightfall. From what he could tell none of them had any kind of experience in combat; let alone what was needed for his teams. Most of them had never held a knife with the intent to harm someone. He was starting at square one again. If he hadn't known any better he'd say the Dark Lord was testing him.

He could still feel the muted anger at being drug away from the war deep in his chest, but there was nothing he could do about it. The Dark Lord had called and he had answered. His master knew more than he did, of that Harry was sure. He would obey even if he didn't like it. He had learned his lesson, the scars on his body stood testament to that. He was the Dark Lord's property, his slave. I had to be taught in the most painful way possible that Voldemort is always right; he knows what was best, and I know nothing. He had come to accept this long ago. He had been difficult to teach, of that the Dark Lord had informed him many times. He hadn't taken to his lesson well, resisting his test for the longest time. It had taken a year for him to submit, and realize that the Dark Lord knew best. Another month had been used to teach him his place, and the Horcrux had been necessary. It had been the only way to kill his stupidity and rebellion. How had he not realized before how wrong he was in fighting? Deep down, the ghost of a thought flickered, and he knew he was justifying his breaking. He knew his former self would be ashamed, yes, but now…well, he was too far gone.

His footsteps made little sound as he made his way across the grass. Shadows were already emerging as the last of the sun's rays died. It was peaceful. At one point he would have been afraid of the darkness, but he welcomed its embrace now. There was nothing but a familiar muted peace. With a sigh, Harry made his way to the racks that had been erected along the side of the manor. Swords and blades of every kind lined the outer walls. The Dark Lord had supplied him with everything he would need for teaching this newest batch of recruits.

"Harry…" a voice whispered in his ear.

He flinched slightly, always unnerved when the Dark Lord entered his mind, "Yes, my Lord?"

"Come to my study." The Dark Lord's command was short and sweet, offering nothing that would tell him what he was in for when he arrived.

"Yes my Lord." After storing away the last of his weapons, Harry made his way dutifully to the Dark Lord's chambers.

"My Lord," Harry bowed low as his long strides carried him to the middle of the room.

The Dark Lord motioned for him to sit in the chair across from him, pushing a stack of papers towards Harry as he sat.

Harry read them quickly and without expression. "It seems the few you sent to deal with the other camps have already lost." He fought to keep the smug tone out of his voice.

"So it seems." They Dark Lord regarded him coolly from across the desk.

"Perhaps that means that my men and I should go back out and clean up their mess."

"No. You will remain here as I have commanded you to do."

Harry nodded once, had it been anyone else they would have been angry, but he didn't have enough left in him to feel anger. "Of course my Lord." There was silence between them for the longest moment. "My Lord, if you don't mind me asking, why did you call us back?"

The elder man said nothing; instead he simply sat back, still studying Harry with his cold red eyes. Harry shifted his weight slightly under his probing gaze.

"Come here," he said finally, offering his hand to him.

Harry stood without question, walking slowly around the desk. The Dark Lord scooted his chair back slightly, allowing Harry room to stand between him and the desk. Again his master lapsed back into silence. He was beginning to feel self-conscious with his eyes studying him like that. Just as he was about to ask what it was his Master wanted, the Dark Lord took hold of his wrists, pulling him forward ever so slowly, letting him know his full intention. Harry lifted his legs mechanically as his thighs touched the front of the chair, spreading them so that he was straddling the Dark Lord's lap.

He was immediately aware of the hardness that pressed against his stomach. He met the Dark Lord's heated gaze and lightly ground his hips against him. Voldemort hissed softly and released Harry's wrists, "On your knees," he instructed softly. His crimson gaze was no longer cold; instead it reflected the desire that burned in his blood.

Harry obeyed, sliding gracefully off of the Dark Lord's lap so that he was kneeling between his knees. Immediately he reached for his belt, wanting to feel the Dark Lord filling his mouth, but his pale fingers captured his wrists again. "With your teeth." As always the command was short and emotionless. Harry couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement shoot through his cock as he attempted to undo the Dark Lords pants with nothing but his mouth.

It was more difficult that he had thought it would be. His teeth scraped against his zipper, but in the end he managed to get the Dark Lord's pants unbuttoned. Lifting his gaze, Harry lightly pressed his lips to the exposed shaft of his cock. Voldemort shifted his weight, scooting so that he sprang free, his eyes glowing with desire. Harry held his gaze as his mouth closed over his head, lightly running his tongue along his shaft as he sucked. He couldn't help but feel satisfaction as the Dark Lord's eyes darkened.

It was difficult to get a reaction out of him; they were easy to miss if you weren't paying attention. Harry lightly bobbed his head, maintaining eye contact as he did. He moved down suddenly, stopping just as his head brushed against the back of his throat. Finger found his hair, forcing his cock deep into his throat. Harry gaged, jerking back instinctively, but his palm pressed harder to the back of his head, holding him in place. His eyes watered and bile rose in his throat, but still the Dark Lord held him there. His eyes burned with a sort of cruel satisfaction as he struggled. He was gasping as the hand loosened its grip on his hair, allowing him to move so that his lips hovered less than an inch from the head of his cock.

He was given time to take in a small breath before he was shoved back down. The Dark Lord repeated this process three more times, each time holding Harry's head down until he was sure he would pass out. Despite the abuse (or perhaps because of it) he was painfully hard, his cock straining against the once loose fabric of his training clothes. He moaned softly as the Dark Lord's grip tightened painfully on his hair. He rose first to his knees, and then to his feet, climbing back so that he was straddling his lap.

His hands fell on the waist of his sweats, but like before his hands were captured and held out to the side, preventing him from touching his Master.

"Rise up," the Dark Lord hissed, squeezing his hands together into one of his.

He lifted his ass, gasping as the Dark Lord took hold of his cock, squeezing him hard through the fabric.

"Fuck! My Lord…" he moaned, thrusting against his hand. His head fell back, his body arching even without direct contact.

The Dark Lord released his hands, but Harry could feel the undeniable prickle of power along his wrists, keeping them bound in front of him. "Stand. Lay across the desk on your back."

"Yes my Lord," he gasped. He climbed unsteadily to his feet, and did as he was told. The documents that had been there before were now spread across the floor. His body trembled as Voldemort stood, drawing his wand. He waved it once, and Harry's hands were forced above him and bound to the desk; he waved it again and his clothes vanished. He was breathing hard, his body begging for contact. The desk was just big enough for his arms to stretch above his head with his knees hanging off of the edge. He lifted his hips in invitation, all but verbally begging for the Dark Lord's cock.

His Master grinned and took hold of his hips, lifting them and pulling hard so that his hips rested just on the edge. His shoulders screamed in protest, and a loud, needy moan pulled from his lips. "Please my Lord."

Without warning, without preparation, the Dark Lord plunged his cock deep in Harry's ass. He screamed in mixed pain and pleasure, his back arching. There was no hesitation, no chance to get used to the feel of him. The Dark Lord drove into him hard, his fingers tightening on his hips, Harry's cock pressed between their stomachs. His head swam, he couldn't move, couldn't think. All he could do was lay there and except the Dark Lord's cock.

"My Lord!" he cried. He could feel blood spilling from his unprepared asshole, but he didn't care. The pain was wonderful. It was one of the Dark Lord's gifts. He could make you enjoy pain, could make you cum and beg for more, even as he tore you apart. Harry screamed again, straining against the magical bonds.

One of the Dark Lord's hands snaked up his chest, pressing down lightly on his throat before raking his nails down his chest hard. Already Harry was close, and he could feel the Dark Lord's cock twitching in him. Again his fingers closed around his cock, pumping him, bringing him so close to the edge. His vision went white and through his own moans he could hear the Dark Lord grunt his release followed by heat spreading through his lower half. Harry tilted his head back, his body jerking, he was so close. Just a little more…

The Dark Lord pulled out of him, letting go of his cock and stepping back. Harry made a sound of protest, opening his eyes to look desperately into the red ones of his Master. "My Lord!" he gasped, throwing his body against the bonds, his eyes pleading.

Voldemort only smiled coolly and zipped up his pants, "What a lovely picture you make here." Harry continued to fight against the magic that held him down, his body begging for release. The Dark Lord rand a finger down his cheek, his eyes glistening with sadistic pleasure. "I think I'll leave you here while I meet with my spies." He made for the door pausing at Harry's cry of protest. He came back, plucking one of Harry's socks from the pile of his clothes. He forced it into his mouth, pressing his lips to his ear, "Shhh, you wouldn't want anyone to come investigate this noise and see you like this. He straightened, gazing down at his bound lover. "This is why I called you back. Now you know how it feels," he hissed.

Confused and incredibly turned on, Harry watched him leave, the soft click of the light going off preceding him.

Thank you for reading Everyone! Sooooooo what do you think. I am so sorry for not posting sooner, and I don't feel like this chapter is enough to make up for it. I will do my best to get you all another soon. The next chapter will defiantly be when the Dark Lord truly brings Harry over. It's going to be great. I love you all, and I'm sorry if it's not very good…

~Angelia Reader