A loud pop was heard as Voldemort apparated Harry into the master bedroom in Riddle Manor. Voldemort broke the passionate kiss and Harry looked around the large room. The room's colour scheme reminded him of his own room in Malfoy Manor. It was very dark and decorated in mainly plush greens, blacks, and silvers. A large fireplace was on one side of the room with a large black fur rug next to it. Apollo laid himself by the fire and fell asleep. Harry walked over to the rug and giggled as the fur tickled his bare feet. He then looked over his shoulder and noticed his master, Voldemort, staring at him from where he was seated on the king-sized bed.
Harry fluttered his eyelashes flirtatiously and went back to looking at the fire. He gasped and closed his eyes as he felt two long arms wrap around him. "Do you like your new roomsss, my pet?" Voldemort quietly said into Harry's ear, a tongue sneaking out to lick the boy's ear lobe.
"Yes," Harry said just as quietly. He shifted his backside to rub against the older man's groin in hopes to please him.
"And we will of courssse be sharing the rooms with me." Voldemort hissed as he felt the boy rub his back against him.
"Thank you for your generosity, Master," Harry said as he turned around in Voldemort's arms. Harry stood on his tip toes and kissed the snake-like man on the mouth. He then started slowly descending, kissing down the man's neck and collarbone. He reached the front of the robes and started to unbutton them one by one, kissing every piece of newly exposed flesh. The man was cold and very pale. After he was done unbuttoning the man's robes he let the black silk drop from Voldemort's shoulders.
It was Harry's first real look at the man. As he looked over Voldemort's nude form he truly understood how thin the man really was. Harry knew it was his job to take care of his master. The man needed to be healthy in order to purify the world, he can't look like he is nothing but skin and bones. His looks didn't improve matters either. The man looked like a snake. Most people wouldn't want to serve a man who was unappealing, but Harry didn't mind, not too much anyway. Harry made a vow right then and there to help his master with whatever he needed. It was obvious the man couldn't look after himself.
Voldemort then turned around and sat on the end of the bed and beckoned Harry over. Harry walked over seductively like he was taught to and kneeled on the floor by his master's legs. His master opened his pale legs open wide and Harry positioned himself between them. He looked straight up into Voldemort's eyes to see them dilated in lust. Harry then looked down at his newest task, only to notice something peculiar. Even though the man had lust in his eyes it did not show elsewhere. You would think after having Harry rub himself all over the man's groin earlier there would have been at least some evidence of his attention.
Harry didn't ponder over it for a long while, after all, he had a job to do. Harry quickly took the flaccid member in his hand and stroked it a few times. Still no reaction. He then bent his head down and took the soft cock into his mouth. He began bobbing his head up and down, sucking the soft cock like he would a lollypop. After about five minutes he began to worry, the penis was still soft. 'Shit, shit, shit. Why isn't this working? It has always worked before! Oh Merlin, why now? Go figure, I mess everything up when it really counts. Master is going to be so mad. Am I going to be punished? Will Master even want me anymore?' Harry thought frantically while still working Voldemort's member with his mouth.
Voldemort watched sadly as the boy began to get distressed over his cock. He knew what the problem was, Harry had obviously never heard of impotency even after all the books he has read. Even though the man had never had this problem before he could only guess it was a side effect of the ritual had undergone. He hadn't been a good-looking man for a long time, at least 50 years or so. He had been using dark magic since Hogwarts, and using dark magic constantly takes a toll on the body. His once handsome features began to warp, and his eyes turned blood red. By the time he was thirty, his form looked more like a snake than a man. Not that he cared much, he had never been one for vanity. He began to build a dark army in hopes of conquering the wizarding world. He had never had trouble finding a bed partner though. They all may have thought him hideous, but they wanted his power. They all had hoped that if they slept with him they would rank higher in his army, maybe even be made consort, an equal.
Like he would make any of his followers a consort. He didn't trust any of them. They all are willing to do anything for power, even if it meant betraying their lord. No, none of them could be trusted. He looked back down at Harry and thought for a few moments. 'Maybe I can take on a consort if the boy proves to be loyal.' He decided to put a stop to the boy. "Harry," he said quietly. The boy just kept bobbing and sucking. "Harry," he tried again, a little louder this time. "HARRY," the boy finally stops and looks up. "You can ssstop now." He said a little more quietly.
"I'm s-so sorry, m-master. I don't know w-what I did wrong. It always worked before." Harry said through tears. He had tried everything, it looks like he couldn't even turn on his own master. "I'm so stupid. How could someone so powerful want someone like me?" Harry looked up as he felt a cold hand cup his face. He looked back up a Voldemort.
"It's not your fault, pet. Have you ever heard of impotence?" Voldemort asked gently.
"No, what's that?" Harry asked both confused and interested.
"Well, it's a condition where a male can't get an erection," Voldemort said slowly. He saw Harry's eyes widen with realisation.
"Why didn't you say anything? I-I could have been helping you with something else." Harry said in a hurt voice.
"I didn't know, pet. It must be a side effect of that ritual Wormtail performed." Voldemort explained. "It looks like I will have to find a potion, or spell or something to help me with this problem. I only hope I haven't lost my best potions master. I will be very displeased if I can't fix this. It might be a while before I can do anything like that, pet."
Harry looked at him thoughtfully. "Have you always looked like this or are your looks also the result of the ritual?" Harry asked cutely as he cocked his head to one side. He looked like a picture of pure innocence. Voldemort grimaced.
"I used to look like a normal man when I was a lot younger, but when I started to rely heavily on dark magic, my body warped into what you see before you."
"Why didn't you make the Atrum Conculco potion? That would have stopped most dark magic from showing on your body." Harry spoke curiously.
"The what?" Voldemort asked confused. "What the hell is the Atrum Conculco potion." He wondered.
"The Atrum Conculco potion, the dark suppresser potion. It allows for a person to be virtually untouched by any dark magic they cast. The only thing affected is a person's eyes which generally change to red, black or yellow." Harry said as if it was common knowledge. "Of course, if you forgot to do that it is okay, you could always do the Atrum Ostendo Sum ritual, the dark reversal ritual. It would have the same effect, though the books did say it hurts, something awful." Harry said.
Voldemort was gaping like a fish, a rather funny expression on a man who looks like a snake. "Where did you hear about those, I've never heard about them," Voldemort asked seriously.
"I read about them in Dark and Helpful: A Guide to Dark Magics by S.R. Solomon. It is rather old, but the Malfoys had a copy they gave me to help me understand dark magic." Harry explained.
Voldemort blinked. "Well, how do you do this ritual? Can we do it now?" Voldemort asked hopefully. Glad that he wouldn't need a potions master for this.
"Sure, do you have a dagger, a goblet, and some red wine? Those are the only things I'll need." Harry said. Voldemort quickly found all three items and placed them on the bed. Harry grabbed the goblet and filled it half full with some red wine. He then grabbed the dagger and sliced Voldemort's hand who hissed in response. "Sorry, sorry," Harry said quietly. Voldemort's blood slowly dropped into the goblet until the mixture of blood and wine was about full. "Lie down on the bed facing up, please," Harry said quietly. Harry then swirled the mixture with his finger and started drawing weird patterns on his master's face, chest, arms, and legs with the mixture while chanting in Latin. When he finished chanting he asked, "Now you have to drink what is left in the goblet and try to relax. You should feel the change start to take effect immediately."
Voldemort propped his head in Harry's still-naked lap and drank the rest of the mixture. About thirty seconds later he felt like liquid fire was ravaging its way through his body, tearing it from the inside out.
"Aahhh!"