Okay just to clear up some confusion, their was an option when I first loaded this story for there to be more than one pairing so I put up Lucius and Harry and then Voldemort and Harry but for some reason it only took the Lucius/Hadrian pairing. Just to clarify this is a Voldemort/Hadrian fic, I apologize for the confusion there aaaand let me see...another question BlueV I couldn't PM you so I'll answer here, Harry has seen war, he lost his innocence a long time ago and with it his morals. Keep in mind that he has had to kill people as young as himself and has been responsible for the deaths of some of his closest friends. Somewhere along the line fighting for what was 'good' and 'right' became pointless and he was simply fighting to fight. Upon returning to the past he spent several years with very little violence in his life. After having lived through a war a part of him is tainted and craves the taste of a battle, it's often hard for soldiers to return to civilian life after living through war. Hadrian has understood since the day that he watched Ron die that he couldn't win the war using jinxes and levitation, he had to fight fire with fire and occasionally used dark magic. Now he is in a world where there are no expectations for him, no one telling him how he should live or how he is supposed to view the world, I get the sense that this Hadrian wouldn't care even if someone did try to tell him how to live. He's also finding himself very attracted to a certain dark lord which almost defeats any arguments he might have had though even they would be weak. Frankly he doesn't care any more if he is light or dark, he's fought his war and this is the time that is histo live. I hope that explained things a bit better for you let me know if it didn't :)
And now for a shorter note from me- thank you for the reviews, I'm really flattered! Now before I post this next chapter just wanted to let you know that I probably won't be posting until Friday I have to work late all week this week and the chapter I'm about to post is pretty darn large...for those of you who are action junkies I apologize if the fight scenes are a bit short, I found it a bit hard to say 'Hadrian beat up a shit load of people and everyone was impressed...again, and again, and again.' I did the best I could though to make you the readers see that Harry was just so good that he defeated them with very little trouble...at any rate, before I give away any more...Enjoy!
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Mistress Slytherin
WARNINGS:
VIOLENCE
LANGUAGE
HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP
QUESTIONABLE MORALS
Not for the eyes of the young!
Let me know if I missed anything.
Chapter 20
"I hope you don't mind, I brought Severus to chaperone." Harry said aloud as they arrived in the atrium of some grand home.
"I still can't believe what you're wearing." Severus said when there was no apparent answer. Harry snorted.
"I'll have you know that this outfit is used by some of the Queen's most highly trained guards." Harry said lightly. True the material was black and rather form fitting which looked wonderful on his pale skin, but Harry would never admit that it was intentional. His hair which had grown long over the years was tamed and pulled back into a high tight ponytail spelled inky black.
"You're making that up." Severus accused.
"Oi watch the cheek Snape." Harry said distractedly
"It's Prince now." Severus drawled. Harry snorted.
"Are you still sore that I slept with your friend?" He teased.
"Of all the-" Harry straightened as the far door opened and the dark lord strode in a look of annoyance on his face as some pudgy person sputtered on beside him careless of the dark lord's mood.
"Kill him." The dark lord said his voice strained. Harry quirked an eyebrow pulled out his gun and with a bang shot the man watching dispassionately as the man's face screwed up and he fell back dead.
"Why?" Harry asked as he slipped his gun away.
"That was Peter Pettigrew's father; it's your fault that he's been nattering on at me all day today." The dark lord accused before handing him something as he passed. "Put that on." He said before pausing briefly at the sight of Severus.
"Lovely mask." Harry said slipping it on. "Severus is here to chaperone." He added as the charms on the half mask made his facial features unrecognizable. The dark lord turned to him and Harry was glad to see some of the man's ire gone from his face.
"This is a private antechamber; I wanted to meet with you before the duels however it seems that I've been detained." The man said completely ignoring Severus though he tossed him a mask haphazardly.
"Is that your way of apologizing for being late on our first date?" Harry asked smirking faintly. Red eyes sharpened and the man's lips twitched.
"I suppose." The man said his hands behind his back as he leaned closer to speak directly to him. "Your chaperone is useless, if I wanted to I could have you right here right now and he would have no way of stopping me." He said silkily. Harry swallowed thickly before he could help himself and struggled to regain control of his body.
"Tease." Harry said when the man pulled away. Red eyes purposefully slide over the tight material with a possessive glint and Harry was suddenly being surrounded by the man's cloak.
"You're one to talk." The man murmured. The place where his hands settled radiated warmth and electricity and Harry found himself swallowing back a groan. "Come." The man said settling his arm at the small of Harry's back and directing him towards a door to their right ignoring the body sprawled out behind them. Harry's breath caught as they stepped through the door and into an enormous dueling hall. Immediately the other death eaters knelt as they stepped into the room but Harry could care less about that.
"Roses." He said smiling; the entire room was decorated with them, hundreds if not thousands of red roses along arches and walls filling the room with a poignant smell.
"Do you like?" The dark lord asked guiding him forward. Harry couldn't help but feel that there was more to this than he was understanding, the dark lord was serious about this; he wouldn't do something this obvious otherwise. The question was now; how serious was he and how long would it last?
"I adore." Harry said smiling a rare smile. The dark lord straightened if only the slightest bit and what little annoyance from the day that had been lingering was gone from him as he turned to address his death eaters.
"Tonight we celebrate one of the most ancient and revered of traditions. Over the years the ministry has sought to place restrictions and to maim our natural strength for the sake of fairness towards weaker wizards." He said with a sneer. "But make no mistake ladies and gentlemen; this will not be a duel for the faint hearted. Tonight, following the traditions of old we duel unhindered and unfettered by rules, tonight we duel to the death!" He said his eyes burning. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat as the roar of cheers and applause rang through the hall. This was the dark lord that had threatened to take over Great Britain. Harry had never truly understood how the madman he'd known in his own time could have had so much sway but now he knew, and he knew first hand.
"We will battle by rank, should you win your duel your name will be mentioned for promotion to a higher rank, should you be weak and unprepared- you will most certainly die." The man said with a smirk. "Now, my inner circle will assign you first pairings and healers are on hand, let the duels begin!" He said grandly. Harry nodded and turned to Severus.
"You will not join, not tonight, I want you to watch, I want you to pay attention and learn from what you see tonight, if at any time you feel threatened or that you need to leave you will alert me and use your portkey." He said seriously. Severus stared at him through the mask and nodded slowly.
"I'm afraid you'll have to start at the bottom Mister Black." The dark lord said smirking. Harry sneered slightly at the young idiots.
"You're kidding me right? Do you want anyone left in your lower rank?' He said wrinkling his nose. He hated fighting greenies.
"Then don't kill them, we have a mercy rule, it's shaming but most lower ranking death eaters call mercy frequently." Harry sighed.
"You better make this worth it." He said latching his gun to his side. The dark lord chuckled and moved to his throne.
Harry snatched the first green that rushed at him by the wrist and brought the kid down with a single move. One after the other he snatched them and dropped them voices calling out mercy as he moved.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah go home to mummy boys; you'll need a lot more training before any of you even think about joining a real fight." He said dropping the last one with a twist and a sickening crunch. This was a good warm up though, like the beginning of his many routine stretches.
"Very good." The dark lord said enigmatically. "You may join the second level of death eaters in a moment." He said as the greens were dragged off the floor. Harry nodded and moved back to where Severus was standing his eyes wide with surprise. Harry stretched his arms idly.
"It's been a very long time since I had any real fight, it's probably better that I start with some warm ups." He said to the dark lord.
"How long?" The dark lord questioned. Harry smiled thinly at the non too subtle prodding.
"Twenty four years." Harry said rolling his shoulders. "What is your favorite color?" Harry asked idly. The dark lord snorted.
"You amuse me to no end." He said shaking his head. "I like indigo." He said mildly.
"Hn." Harry said with a nod, interesting he'd never thought of that.
"It's time for the second round." The dark lord said smiling thinly. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"What's that look for?" He asked suspiciously.
"I get to watch your admittedly fabulous body contort in all different directions while you break my uppity men's pride." The man said without shame.
"Is that your way of saying that you think I'm sexy in these pants?" Harry asked as the others made their way to the floor.
"Quite." The dark lord said smirking. Harry raked his eyes over the man's form noting the gorgeous dueling garb. He met burning eyes and smirked knowingly before making his way to the floor. This group was slightly better than the one before it, but there was no drastic difference really. It took him less than ten minutes to make it through the group though by the end of it he was actually starting to feel a good burn in his legs and arms. The dark lord smirked at him as he approached the dais.
"You didn't even break a sweat." The dark lord said as though mildly disappointed. Harry smirked.
"It would take someone with far more experience to make me break a sweat; I have a great deal of stamina." He said idly. "This feels like warm up stretches." He said wrinkling his nose. Of course when compared to fighting for days on end without reprieve this was easy work.
"How old are you exactly?" The dark lord asked. Harry frowned, should he?
"Somewhere near sixty I think, I stopped counting when it got depressing." Harry said with a shrug. "How old are you?" He said with a smirk. The dark lord frowned.
"Somewhere near eighty, I stopped counting when it became depressing." He said smirking. Harry nodded easily.
"You're sexy for eighty." He said lightly. The man smirked and this time Harry was treated to burning eyes trailing down his form possessively.
"You're needed on the floor." The man said nodding towards the group of people that were readying themselves sending him hesitant looks. Harry rolled his neck.
"Fine." He said turning and making his way to the crowd. This duel was much better, there was an enormous gap in the sophistication of the moves and Harry actually found himself enjoying it, glad to see that at least the entire army of death eaters were useless, these men were at leas junior level Auror training. They still didn't last very long though. Still twenty minutes was more than many lasted against him. He dropped the last one with a swift blow to the side of the head and slipped the blade away. He hadn't even pulled out his wand yet choosing instead to dodge the spells cast his way.
"Water?" The dark lord offered a pitcher of cool water beside him on the dais. Harry shook his head. Not yet, no he was still just getting started.
"Those men are on a way higher level." He commented idly.
"Not many make it past this level; there are only two more levels to go each vastly more experienced than the other." Harry nodded.
"I didn't see Lucius out there." He commented wryly earning him a dark look.
"He is in the last level, come this next month he will be in the inner circle." The man said softly. Harry smirked and leaned closer.
"You know the thought of Lucius and I together is beautiful, tell me, should I fight him or Bella?" He asked quietly. Red eyes narrowed in calculation.
"Lucius." He said though it sounded as though he hated to say it. Harry nodded. "And Bella." The man said after a second of thought.
"Then I get to fight you?" Harry breathed feeling his blood pulse at just the thought.
"If you win against my inner circle members." The man said smirking. Harry nodded a smirk curling across his lips.
"You're making me fight pretty hard to dance with you, I sense that there is a reason behind it all but I'm not quite sure if you're testing me or making a point." A dangerous thought flashed through his mind then and his expression hardened and became cruel. "Is someone doubting my worth?" He said straightening and turning to the crowd of death eaters. Harry's hand twitched. He hated it when people doubted him, for so long he'd had to face a crowd of people who both relied on and doubted him that it had left a permanent mark in him.
"Some of my inner circle members might have made the misfortunate choice to question your value." The dark lord said knowingly adding fuel to the fire that was steadily growing in Harry.
"I was just going to play with them…poor idiots." Harry said silkily his hands going to his blades.
The dark lord was enraptured by the sudden darkness that clung to the normally cheerful man. It was a rare thing he had noticed to see Hadrian Black even remotely lose his composure to see that chill begin to spread darkening brilliant green eyes giving them a slight glow. Hadrian might not know it but while no one else could see who he was behind the mask the dark lord had charmed the masks so that he could see all of their faces. The man's expression was hard, like ice and the dark lord felt a tremor of excitement race through him as Hadrian stepped down and made his way to the center of the room where the others stood. He smirked slowly and leaned forward in his seat when he saw that Hadrian wasn't turning his blades around so that he could use just the hilt; there would be none of that here. There would be blood.
The duel started and the dark lord watched as Hadrian's movements which had been almost lazy before suddenly sharpened, the lithe body moved swiftly and effortlessly in a dance as he twisted and turned dropping opponents behind him one by one. Some of the dark lord's best and brightest were falling and he couldn't help but appreciate the growing smatters of blood that began to splash across Hadrian's pale skin. Hadrian didn't pull his wand; he didn't have to though he was that good. This battle was much slower then the last few and it was obvious that Hadrian was finally beginning to be impressed by his men. Still, they were no match for the light in Hadrian's eyes and quickly he defeated them stabbing the last one brutally in the gut and sliding his blade until the man cried mercy. Hadrian removed his blade and flicked it to the side before waving his hand over it and spelling it clean. The dark lord felt anticipation grow in him when those green eyes turned towards him and darkened in a very different way. There was so much about the man that he didn't know, yet the dark lord found himself unable to care. What he did know about the man told him that Hadrian Black wouldn't betray him; the man was in too deep now. He smiled slightly and leaned against his arm, more than anything there was a thirst in him to utterly own Hadrian, perhaps it was simply the knowledge that the very idea was impossible in its own way, but the dark lord had an undeniable urge to own the boy. And he would, tonight he decided.
"What do you make of me Riddle?" The man asked his voice low and radiating with dark power. "What do you see when you look at me and know that I am a monster?" He said green eyes sharp.
"I see beauty in its purest form." The dark lord flattered. The man had the audacity to scoff at that.
"You see something you want to lay claim to I can see it in your eyes." The man said silkily though not truly bothered by the fact. The dark lord couldn't help but wonder just what would bother the man; he seemed so steady, immovable. Yet there were times when that calm snapped. It was always sudden like a Dementor swooping down without warning and surrounding the boy.
"Yes." He agreed. The man nodded slowly, not judging, not bothered but rather knowing as though he'd known long before the dark lord himself could fathom it. The figure swathed in tight dark clothing stepped up to him again, he'd done so several times now, casually as though those steps were merely steps and not meant to separate them, but then the dark lord had hardly noticed before. It was as though the boy belonged at his side- a place he'd never thought to fill. Surely there was no one that could be trusted to stand beside him on his throne?
But this man did, not to rule and not for any simple reason that he could fathom but he belonged there under him but beside him at the same time. It was a confusion he had previously found frustrating and angering yet somehow the odd man had rubbed off on him. Hadrian Black was intriguing and he was a challenge, there was nothing that the dark lord couldn't conquer and both of them knew this. But Hadrian would be cautious and the dark lord found that he could appreciate that, it only made the challenge more interesting, not many people had the audacity to challenge him.
"You're staring at me." Hadrain said taking a sip of water. The dark lord had been silent for a few moments simply watching him with critical eyes. Harry smirked. "Do I look that good in your cloak?" He asked tugging at it idly. "Though I'm afraid I might have gotten blood on it." He said frowning. The dark lord smirked.
"I'd rather you wear it than tempt my men, I'd rather not have to kill my own men in a fit of jealousy." He drawled. Harry quirked an eyebrow. He'd known that Voldemort was possessive, even in his own world the man had issued an order that Harry was only to be captured and not killed, everything, Harry's pain and suffering, his capture and torture and death were all to belong to the dark lord Voldemort. Harry found himself nearly bothered by the realization that he wasn't bothered by the way the man treated him. He supposed that he was used to it by now the man had been a part of his life for so long that he was used to his presence. Harry frowned slightly as he realized something he must have been ignored before, the reason he couldn't move on when he landed in this world- and it was a positively terrifying thought.
He needed the dark lord in his life.
He'd hated Voldemort for so long, blamed him for a war, for all the suffering he'd gone through, but as the man sat before him gazing at him with the same thoughtful gaze Harry knew he must have been wearing- he understood. The man was a part of him, without him he knew he would continue to feel a longing deep in his chest.
"You confusing, confusing man." Harry said smiling faintly. The dark lord quirked an eyebrow and Harry smirked. Words weren't necessary they were confusing to each other but it didn't change the attraction between them.
"Come closer." The dark lord whispered. Harry felt his breath hitch and leaned closer only to gasp as the front of his shirt was gripped and he was yanked down forcefully his knees crashing to the floor. "Much better." The man said silkily. Harry scowled at having been thrown off guard and his eyes narrowed. "You look like an angry kitten." The dark lord teased silkily. "Did you think you would get cream?" He said his eyes darkening. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Was it bothering you that much?" He said smirking. "You see bowing by force is one thing bowing willingly is completely different. You can force me to kneel here keep your hand on my head and force me down, or you could work and wait and see if I don't kneel by my own will." He said lifting his chin. The dark lord scowled his expression darkening. Harry smirked knowing what the man would say before he said it.
"I could bend and break you but even if you were lying at my feet at the edge of madness you wouldn't bow." He said frowning. "I hate your kind, you always cause trouble." He said releasing Harry roughly. Harry gracefully climbed to his feet.
"I've been thinking a great deal Riddle." Harry said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a flask and drinking deeply from it. Battle always made him thirsty, his cigarettes, his flask, and his guns; they were his habit, his only friends some times as he sat in the cold through the night. The constants in his life. "Last night Dumbledore stabbed me in the back." He said taking another long drink before storing his canteen. "He went too far inviting that-thing." Harry said his eyes darkening. "You will have access to Hogwarts at any time that you want so long as you do not harm students." He said tracing his bottom lip idly. "Children too often are drawn into wars that they have nothing to do with." He said shaking his head.
"Agreed, however if they resist…" The dark lord said his eyes glittering.
"I'm not a fool, I know he has pet students in Hogwarts, however what he won't anticipate is that I will too. If you would like I am willing to train those who you believe will be taking the mark." He offered. If he could keep at least one side from sending untrained children into battle Harry would use every free hour he had to train them.
"And in return?" The dark lord said his eyes flashing. Harry smirked.
"I want the old man's library." He said with a shrug.
"His books?" The dark lord said curiously.
"His only true friends." Harry said knowingly as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it idly. Red eyes lingered on the cigarette.
"Agreed." The man said with a nod. "I will ensure that those interested find you at Hogwarts." The dark lord said inclining his head. Harry nodded. "The duel will begin soon, Lucius as I said is nearly ready to move up in rank however if he is anything like his father then I know that he will become too proud too soon if he passes smoothly." He said a slight edge in his voice. Harry snorted, he'd been teasing the man earlier but he had a feeling he might have pushed too far. The dark lord's paranoia as making him wary of Lucius, Harry found that he didn't want any doubt between them.
"Riddle, come close." He said crooking his finger and pulling his cigarette from his lips. The man gazed at him suspiciously before leaning forward slowly.
"No one else can touch me now, only you." He said warmly a small genuine smile on his lips. "I'll kill them if they try." He added before dodging forward and pressing a chaste kiss to the man's cheek. Even that, innocent as it was caught both of them and made both heart beats surge. Harry pulled back sharply as the shock and brief fear at how easily he could have given in right then. He sighed in frustration but before he could retreat a strong hand wrapped around his wrist and held him still.
"How much longer am I going to have to wait for you to kneel Black?" The man said through his teeth. "I grow impatient." He warned his voice steel and velvet, dark and dangerous. Harry frowned though.
"The best things come to those who wait, am I worth the wait?" He said softly. This was something he needed to know, before diving into this, before becoming everything that he had once hated. It was one thing to despair and falter in the face of madness and sorrow, it was another to willingly choose to become that which he'd once believed so strongly against. The dark lord grit his teeth and his eyes glittered strangely. Harry was made very aware that this wasn't easy for the man, he'd never met anyone like Harry who both challenged and intrigued him, and he'd never wanted anything more than for Harry to kneel before him either. These were more than mere games they were playing now; they were the basis for a relationship that had every likelihood of destroying them both.
"Yesssss." The man said ending in a hiss before releasing Harry and sitting back trying to regain some composure, trying to create some distance from him from what they'd both admitted in their own way. Harry nodded.
"I won't make you wait long." He offered softly, sincerely before turning and making his way to the smaller group of men and women all of which were gazing at him glints in their eyes. Harry met Lucius' gaze last and the young man offered him a slight smirk and reserved eyes. Harry took a deep breath as the signal to start sounded through the hall. Harry went directly for Bella, he would go after Lucius, but not right away, he wanted to test the young woman who had been training under the dark lord. This was where he would get information about Voldemort's fighting style, Bella had not yet created her own style, she was like a poor mimic of what the Dark Lord fought like. Still she was good he would grant her that, not half as good as the woman he'd fought in his own time though. He found as they twisted and clashed, that he enjoyed fighting this Bella, she was sane, competent, and utterly deadly, the way she should have been if madness and Azkaban had not ruined her. She was also graceful and lithe, her motions practiced and clever, her eyes sharp and calm- but still she was no match for Harry. He was testing her really, it was the only reason she lasted as long as she did, however when she tried to hex his fingers off in a fit of temper he decided he'd had enough.
"ARRGGGAHH!" Harry broke both arms in one smooth motion twisting them behind her and watching for a moment as her sleeves became wet with blood from where the bone had pierced the flesh. He might have enjoyed fighting her.
CRACK!
But she still murdered his godfather.
She let out another scream as he shattered both knees.
"MERCY!" She cried out when Harry began to bring down his blade ready to gut her. It stilled hovering above her navel and she breathed deep breathes pain written clearly into her eyes. Damn.
"Medic!" Someone cried. Harry clenched his jaw and slid his blade back into its sheath before gently grasping her arm and healing it with a flick causing her to let out a short scream. He pulled her other arm forward and she was biting her lip wincing in preparation for the pain.
"Damn." He whispered before pulling out one of his special brews. "Open your mouth." He urged. Her lips trembled but she did as she was told and he dropped two drops onto her tongue. The effect was immediate, before he could slip the potion away she was gazing at her arm curiously wondering why it no longer hurt. Harry sighed and healed the other arm before quickly moving to the knees and chanting softly. He didn't trust the medic not to leave her crippled. "You remind me of Arcturus." He said darkly as he stood. "It would be best if you didn't get in my way in the future." He said before turning sharply. "Who's next?" He offered with a smirk. The others glanced at Bella and a majority of them shifted their gazes away.
"I am." Lucius said haughtily before striding forward. Harry almost snorted.
"In the mood I'm in?" Harry said smirking.
"I'm no stranger to pain." Lucius said proudly. Harry nodded slowly.
"Very well." He said shifting into a ready stance as the others picked up their fight around him. He was going to save Lucius for last, but he couldn't refuse the man when he'd been challenged so openly. So Harry smiled evilly. The Lucius Malfoy he'd known might have been someone he could respect, but he had his own debts against Harry, debts that this Lucius could pay.
And suddenly it began.
Lucius fought like he fucked, it was beautiful and fierce elegant and powerful, Harry felt a stirring inside him but a better part of him recognized that it was a mere shadow to what he could have with the dark lord. He played a bit dancing with Lucius smoothly and evenly until Lucius realized what he was doing.
"Come on damn it take me seriously!" Lucius growled in frustration. Harry narrowed his eyes. He had been planning to make this kind for Lucius.
"Very well." He said remembering the days of torture he'd faced at an older version of this man. Harry felt the spells fall from his lips, spells that had once hit him breaking his skin, making his blood boil, making his bones creak and ache until he screamed his teeth gnashing together…he was deaf to Lucius' screams as he held his wand over the blond and watched him writhe in agony twisting unnaturally. And then Harry let up releasing the spell and leaving the man twitching and silently weeping. Harry didn't like it, not one bit, he crossed the space between them and gently lifted Lucius cradling him the way he had that night. "Say mercy?" He whispered trailing his fingers through silken hair. Gray eyes sought his fiercely. "This isn't worth dying for Lucius." Harry urged. "Don't make me hurt you." He added. But Lucius wouldn't beg and Harry knew that he had no choice. He let Lucius down and stood again pointing his wand at the blond and casting another curse a different kind of curse. Lucius gasped and threw his head back his body arching in absolute pleasure.
Harry watched and waited. There was only so much pleasure that the body could take after all and this had always been his preferred way of interrogation. Lucius cried out and groaned lowly in his throat, his fingers raked the stone floor as he gasped and moaned piteously. Harry had made certain to glamour the front of Lucius' robes but to the few that knew what he sounded like when he was in the throws of an orgasm there was no mistaking these sounds for those of pain. Lucius was being forced into orgasm again and again and again. Harry pulled his wand away abruptly and flicked it again causing a ring to appear around the base of Lucius' cock. Grey eyes widened suddenly in realization and Lucius let out a whimper as Harry cast the spell again. Harry was impassive, he had to be, he made this man some nameless faceless person so that he could remain impassive. Harry turned his gaze to the dark lord who was watching him obsessively. That Harry could look away was a testimony on its own to how far he was willing to take his loyalty.
And then Lucius began to beg.
It was beautiful, it always was, Lucius in the throws of passion begging for release begging Harry to fuck him-
"MERCY DAMN YOU!" Lucius roared. Harry released the spell and found that Lucius' finger nails had broken his fingers bleeding. Harry flicked his wand and the cock ring fell away causing Lucius' impending orgasm to rip from him in a soft shuddering gasp before he was released. Harry crossed the short distance between them and Lucius gazed up at him with blank exhausted eyes. Harry snorted and silently spelled the mess inside of Lucius' trousers away. Lucius was shaking his entire body trembling and twitching. Harry fished out a few potions and carefully fed them to Lucius before gently lifting him into his arms.
"I can't take care of you this time I'm afraid." Harry said nodding at the medics who came rushing over. Lucius sneered half heartedly at him before passing out completely. Harry snorted and passed the limp form to the medic who took him with wide fearful eyes before quickly carrying him away. Harry glanced around and smirked. "Anyone else?" He said quirking his eyebrow.
"Mercy!" The two remaining said backing away slightly. Harry snorted.
"Pathetic." He hissed before turning and making his way back to the throne.
"You're testing my will Black, I don't like to see you giving pleasure to others no matter that it was through a spell." He said his voice hard and cold.
"I made him beg for you." Harry said climbing the steps just to piss the man off.
"It isn't he that I want to hear begging." The man said his red eyes flashing. Harry felt his heart beat at that.
"You're welcome to try; it's been a very long time since I've fought someone of my own caliber." He said smiling slightly. The dark lord smiled a slow seductive smile and red eyes traced Harry's form slowly and appreciatively.
"I'll have you on the floor within moments." The man said happily. Harry felt his breath catch. No one had beaten him, after he'd gained his magical inheritance the only person that could keep up with him was the dark lord, others simply paled in comparison. It was part of the reason Harry sought him out most days he wanted a real duel a challenge worth his time.
"You'd better." Harry whispered before pulling out his canteen and drinking deeply.
"What is that?" The dark lord asked curiously.
"Never ending whiskey." Harry said holding out the canteen. The dark lord sneered at it. "It's very good quality I assure you." Harry said smirking. It was, he had it delivered by the crate load, it cost him a small fortune but it was worth having it on hand. The dark lord grasped the canteen and set it under his nose inhaling briefly before carefully lifting the lip of the canteen to his mouth and tasting it.
"That is good." He said his eyebrows rising. Harry snorted.
"One of my vices, good liquor." He said accepting the canteen before putting it away.
"And cheap cigarettes?" The dark lord said quirking his eyebrow. Harry smirked.
"Cigarettes are disposable, I used to have a nice pipe but well things happened and I broke three teeth biting through the stem." He said distantly. "Haven't gotten one since." He mused. The pipe had been a gift from Arthur Weasley, the man had been a sort of father figure in Harry's young life but after Ron, and Fred, Ginny, and the others, it was too hard for Arthur to be around him for very long. Harry had accepted it, even though it hurt like hell. When that pipe broke, a apart of Harry broke too, as if it was a sign of a final farewell.
"Oh dear I think you've rather angered Abraxis." The dark lord said drawing him from his thoughts. Harry turned slightly and followed the man's gaze only to meet furious grey eyes.
"Really you'd think I'd fucked his daughter instead of his son." Harry said in annoyance.
"If you could refrain from speaking of that particular incident I would be most grateful." The dark lord purred dangerously.
"But then I wouldn't get to see this jealous possessive side of you." Harry said amused.
"You're playing with fire Black." The dark lord warned.
"I like a good burn." Harry said with a wink. "Besides I've already sworn fidelity to you, I don't take vows lightly surely you know that." He said with a nod. The dark lord gazed at him for a long moment.
"You don't do you?" He said quietly almost to himself before sitting up and tracing his lower lip in thought. "The next duels will be with my inner circle, they are worlds above the others, men who have trained for this for a majority of their lives. These duels are of course far more formal, though the rules still apply, however I bid you please refrain from killing off my best men. Take them down a few notches, if anyone were to beat you it would be one of these men and women." He said calmly. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"You don't think I'll win." He said feeling annoyance and anger creep in. The dark lord was underestimating him, underestimating his worth. The dark lord smirked slowly.
"With Abraxis as angry as he is? I have to say I doubt you." He said.
I doubt you.
Harry snarled before he could help it fury ringing in his ears his calm ruined by those simple words. How dare he! After all that Harry had sacrificed! The madness he'd endured! Harry had killed young boys because of this man! He'd painted the battlefield red! And now here he was forced to prove himself again!
"I'll take all of you on!" He roared furiously as he turned his magic leaking out around him no longer cold but fiery burning the air around him as he reached up and pulled the cloak from his shoulders yanking it off and tossing it to a now wide eyed dark lord. Harry was too blind to see it though, he was to angry his temper roused after being dampened for so long, the anger the hurt the fear the pain exploding fantastically inside of him. He paced as he reached the dueling platform, like an angry beast a caged animal that had been hurt and starved for too long. There was little left of the cold man he'd been for so long, just anger raw and pure and ferocious.
"My god he's like a demon." Someone whispered. Abraxis Malfoy snarled at the man and pushed him to the side tossing his silver blond hair proudly and staring down his nose at Harry.
"Come on boy, I'll take you on!" He said his dark eyes glittering with rage and the urge to fight. Abraxis was not so different from his son, only the wrinkles that had begun to show and the dark eyes made him so obviously different. Harry didn't care who he was though as long as it was a good fight. He climbed the dueling platform and stood in the proper form. "Wands and knives only mudblood." The man sneered at the sight of Harry's holster. Harry snorted and with a flick of his wrist the heavy belt bearing his holster fell to the ground with a deafening sound. Harry pulled his wand and cricked his neck.
"Gentlemen, in your positions!" A tall man with dark cropped hair and steely eyes said. Harry took his position and felt his magic itching to be used. "Bow." They bowed slightly but neither removed their gazes from the other. This was going to be good. Harry felt a surge of heat and excitement. "Four…three…two…one-" They were off before the man could say one. Harry let loose a string of complex curses and charms before dropping and spinning, rolling to the side before climbing back to his feet again as spells continued to fly his way halting only briefly when Malfoy' stopped to reinforce his shield. And then Harry was off again testing, teasing, prodding Mafloy his mind working a million miles a moment as he assessed his opponent. Mafloy was good, really good. But Harry could easily out do him in magical prowess. He took the dueling platform in storm flickering here and there dodging and dancing landing a blow here and there. The impressive thing was that Malfoy managed to land his own blows. No one had managed to land a blow on him since his last battle with Voldemort, well except for Bella during that last year he still thought it had been a lucky shot. Malfoy pulled out his blade at last and Harry grinned widely in satisfaction before pulling his own blade.
"Do you see?" Someone whispered.
"Bloody hell if I can see, their little more than blurs now aren't they?"
"Lord Malfoy has won these duels six times in a row!"
"I heard even the dark lord respects his dueling skill."
"Hush now, look our lord is watching them."
Harry gasped as Lord Malfoy managed to land a kick to him winding him. Harry slid back still on his feet but made well aware of the cracked rib. He didn't have time to heal it-
And then Malfoy sneered at him. As if he had already won, as if he was better.
Oh hell no.
Harry did something that he rarely allowed himself to do, he went beyond the pain, he felt none of it as he stood calmly and coolly his angry chaotic magic shifting and changing into something colder and far, far more dangerous. And then he really let loose.
Malfoy didn't stand a chance. Harry's barrage of spells was too powerful, too many and too complex to shield all at once. And then Harry was jumping using his magic to glide through the air and landing a kick to Lord Malfoy's wand arm breaking the arm and dislodging his wand. In the same fluid movement he struck with his blade cutting deeply into the man's calf bringing him to his knee. But Harry wasn't done no he was far from done.
"Don't ever-" He kicked again dislodging the man's shoulder. "-look-" He pulled his blade out of the man's calf and brought it down into his side. "-at me-" He kicked again sending the man soaring through the air and crashing, tumbling, falling to the other side of the platform nearly throwing him off. "-like that-" Harry said through clenched teeth as he brought down the heal of his boot onto the injured leg. "-again." He looked directly into grey eyes and pointed his wand. "Crucio." Malfoy's screams echoed through the hall as Harry held the spell steady. Dark magic was heady as it coursed through him whispering seductively in his ear, he could break this man's mind, he held that power in his hand-
He released the spell.
He was not that kind of man.
He was many, many horrible things.
But he was not that man.
Malfoy was shaking, trembling in fear and pain whispering 'mercy' again and again. Harry took a deep breath and let it out. He hadn't noticed the lights in the room dimming as the dark power poured through him but as he calmed himself the torches slowly grew back to life. He rolled his shoulders idly and turned away from Malfoy. He would not help the man; it would only add insult to injury. He strode towards the opposing end of the platform and lifted his holster tying it around his waist. With a flick of his wand his own injuries were easily healed. He knocked back a few potions, rolled his neck and waited until Malfoy had been taken from the platform.
"Next?" He said calmly.
"I'm afraid that I must cut in to this dance." The dark lord said silkily. Harry hadn't dared to look at the man, he knew what he would see, the lust would overwhelm them both. He had no choice now though. Red eyes caught his and the room drew in an audible breath as the dark lord climbed the steps to the platform and flicked his wrist tying his hair up behind him. Harry took a moment to rake his gaze appreciatively over the well fitted dueling robes. Harry found that if he could he would have purred in satisfaction. The dark lord wasn't underestimating him now, no there was a glimmer in those eyes a glimmer of respect that he couldn't quite hide. It made Harry's blood pulse loudly in his ears. He stretched his arms out above his head and then to his sides stretching lightly as though he was about to go on a good run. This was what he'd been waiting for, this the only man that had ever been his match- he supposed it helped that this very same man was both gorgeous and sane now.
"Eager?" Harry purred. Red eyes flashed hungrily.
"Oh yes, I've been waiting to dance with you all evening my pet." He drawled. Harry snorted.
"Pet?" He said casually. In truth he liked the endearment, he supposed it might have been degrading, but the dark lord respected him and so Harry found that he couldn't care less. The dark lord smirked before drawing his own wand.
"Shall we dance, pet?" He said pointedly.
Harry shivered.
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Just as a reminder I won't be posting until Friday! Sorry for the delay but this one should keep you satisfied for a few days.
Mistress Slytherin
(PS, does anyone know any good dom/sub fics? I'm looking to read some but I'm having a bit o' trouble finding any, love you all!)