(Hogwarts)

Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk with his head in his hands. It had been a long night. Everything started off fine. The Triwizard Tournament was happening as planned and it had looked as if it was going to be a Hogwarts victory, something that was sorely needed after the past few depressing years. Another student had died, this time in a ministry-sanctioned tournament. Cornelius was furious, saying that it was some rogue death eater wanting a little fame. But Albus knew differently, he had seen Severus grab his arm as if burned. The Dark Lord Voldemort is back in corporal form. At this time Albus felt a disturbance in his office wards.

He heard a knock and said, "Come in, Severus." A tall man with greasy black and a hooked nose walked into the headmaster's office and sat down.

"Voldemort's back." Severus, as always, was straight to the point. "What do you want me to do?" He questioned. Not many people knew, but Severus was a death eater turned spy at the end of the first war. Severus was a Slytherin, and as a Slytherin always looked after person number one, himself. When it was clear that the dark lord was losing an edge Severus immediately changed sides. He'd been toeing the line for a little while, so that no matter what, he would be on the winning side. Fortunately for him, his assumptions proved correct when the Potter brat killed Voldemort for the first time. It was regrettable that the boy didn't die as well. It would have been a celebration indeed if the last of the Potters were all wiped from the Earth. Luckily, the boy hadn't been seen for about 13 years, he was presumed dead. 'At least I don't have to teach the spoiled brat.' Was all Severus could think.

Albus stared at his Potion's master in thought for a few minutes before reaching a decision.

"Are you still in contact with Lucius Malfoy?" He asked. "There is absolutely no way that man was not involved in Voldemort's resurrection."

"Yes, unfortunately, he is always wanting to talk about his son Draco. He constantly bickers with me about his grades, as if it is my fault his son is completely incompetent." Severus sneered.

"Severus, my dear boy, Lucius was Voldemort's right-hand man, he had to have been involved in last night's gathering. I'm sure he noticed you were gone, you need to go to him and explain why you weren't there." Dumbledore said with a slight frown.

"And what exactly will I explain? That I turned spy and am no longer interested in being tortured constantly?" Severus said scathingly. "Not that I want to follow you anymore either, you old goat."

Dumbledore peered at him with his twinkling eyes and said, "Of course not, Severus. While I gather the Order, you will go and simply say that you were sitting next to me when your arm burned and that it would have been too suspicious if you left in such a hurry. You, of course, would have gone directly after the tournament, but the school was being investigated and you couldn't leave right away."

"Yep, he has had way too many lemon drops. No one could be that happy while talking about Voldemort. One of his precious students has just died as well." Severus thought hatefully, showing no outward signs of his disdain.

"That may actually work." Severus got up and left the old coot's office and headed for the dungeons. When he went to his room and pulled a large black box out from under his bed. He opened the lid with shaking hands and peered inside. It was a set of black robes, a cloak, and a white bone mask. It was his death eater outfit. He put the heavy robes and mask on for the first time in thirteen years. It was nearly morning, but this couldn't wait. He went to his fireplace and Flooed to Malfoy Manor.

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(Malfoy Manor)

Lucius awoke with a start, alone in his gigantic bed. Of course, that was no surprise. His wife hadn't stayed in his bed, nonetheless in the same wing as her husband in quite some time. Lucius' father, Abraxas Malfoy, arranged a marriage with the Black family. Lucius' choices weren't the best. Andromeda had already run away to marry that filthy muggle, Bellatrix was already showing signs of insanity, and Narcissa was his only choice. Well, he really shouldn't say that, there was Sirius and Regulus. But Regulus was horribly annoying, and Sirius was a Gryffindor. Trying to have sex with them would have been impossible. Not that he didn't like boys, no he actually preferred the male persuasion, but he had his eyes on someone else. True, the man was a Gryffindor, but he acted more like a Ravenclaw. He was perfect. A few years younger, small, a cute pert little ass. Not to mention quiet, it is always most rewarding to make the quiet ones become undone in bed. They always scream the loudest.

Unfortunately, his father had to screw up his plans and marry him to a prominent pureblood family. Even if he wanted to marry Regulus or Sirius his father wouldn't allow it. He was a bit homophobic. He was married when he was 18 and Narcissa was thrilled. To have an unlimited amount of money in her purse was a big deal to her. All she had to do was sire one heir and she would always have money. So they had Draco, and that was the first and last time they slept together. Not that either remained celibate, Harry was proof enough of that, but their affairs were kept quiet and out of the papers. They remained married for Draco, but that didn't mean they had to love each other. When he is old enough, both would be free from this marriage, they just had to wait a little longer.

Lucius got up out of bed and went to his study to the fireplace. There stood Severus in his Death Eater garb. "Where were you?" He asked, he needed to find out for his Lord.

"Dumbledore, the moron insisted on keeping all the teachers around for the tournament, then when that Hufflepuff showed up he had us search the grounds for any intruders. He didn't figure out how someone got the Portkey in." Severus said, fishing for information. If he found out how the Portkey got in, they would be able to interrogate the little cretin.

"One of our spies," Lucius said evasively. No, he wouldn't tell Severus anything until he knew he was loyal. "Our Lord is unimpressed with your absence, you will certainly be punished. Now, let us go to Riddle Manor and talk to him. He would not like to be kept waiting." Lucius said pompously. Since Lucius was Voldemort's right-hand man only he knew the coordinates to Riddle Manor. He was allowed to come and go as he pleased, but he still had to be cautious. He never knew when his lord would be in a foul mood, and simply Crucio him for just being there. Though, if all went well tonight, his lord should be in a VERY good mood. Lucius thought with a smirk. Lucius grabbed Severus' arm and apparated him to Riddle Manor just as the sun was rising.

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(Riddle Manor)

Voldemort awoke to the sun's beams on his face. He blinked a few times to clear the sleep and looked down. He saw a head of dishevelled black hair and felt hot breath on his chest. The boy looked like an angel laying there snuggled up with him. He brought his hands down the boy's back gently and rested them on the boy's small behind. He kneaded the boy's ass gently. The boy, Harry, he gently reminded himself, mumbled something incoherently. Voldemort grinned, this could be fun.

He removed one of his hands, the other still needing the tight rump of the boy, and brought a finger to his mouth and popped it in, being sure to coat it in saliva. He brought the finger to the boy's no longer virgin entrance and pushed it in slowly. The boy, Harry, he chided himself a bit more firmly this time, let out a low almost inaudible moan. Then he said, "That's nice." In a slightly slurred voice as his eyes began to open.

Harry blinked his eyes open, trying to remember where he was, and who was making his body wither in pleasure. 'Oh right, I'm with Master.' He thought still a little sleepy. He looked over to his master who was once again staring at him.

"Good morning, beautiful," Voldemort said to this wonderful creature of perfection. He truly was the most beautiful boy. 'And all mine.' He thought gleefully.

"Good morning, Master," Harry said happily, now pushing down on the finger in an obvious attempt to make it go deeper.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my little raven?" Voldemort said in amusement. 'I'm not going to put in another finger until he starts to beg for more.' He thought.

"Y-Yes, master." Harry thought he was going to die. 'Oh, why can't he just put in some more, this feels soooo good. If this is how I wake up every morning, I could definitely get used to living here.' Harry once again tried to impale himself a bit further, but it didn't work as well as he had hoped. 'I need more.' He thought. "M-Master, p-please! More!" He begged quietly.

'There, I'm surprised he held out that long.' Voldemort was definitely surprised. He pulled out his useful little bottle of lube. 'I definitely have to remember to get more of this. I'm sure we will go through it rather quickly.' He coated to other fingers and pushed them both in simultaneously, he had little patience this morning and needed to bugger his little raven badly.

Harry inhaled a quick breath as the two fingers pushed in at once. 'Ow, that stung.' That thought was quickly replaced when the fingers found his prostate. 'If he doesn't hurry up I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.' His lust clouded his better judgment a bit.

Voldemort had just pushed the fingers in and had found his prostate in a matter of seconds. He most certainly, did not expect to be flipped over with Harry straddling him. Harry grabbed the lube and covered Voldemort's dick quickly before getting sitting up, and placing his entrance on the tip of the penis.

Voldemort's mind finally caught up with him and he immediately started to protest. "Harry, you can't, you're not fully prepared ye-." Voldemort was cut off as Harry quickly slammed himself down fully on the erect member.

Harry slammed down and his eyes immediately rolled back into his head in an odd combination of pleasure and pain. It burned he decided, but that only seemed to increase his pleasure. For years he had secretly enjoyed Mister Malfoy's spankings but never told him in fear that he would stop. Harry figured that this was like that. Hit hurt, but he liked the pain. It made him even more aroused. Harry started to happily move on his master's lap. Plunging up and down on his master's cock.

To say Voldemort was startled was an understatement. Voldemort had thought that Harry, the sweet little minx, would not be a fan of pain, but the boy had proven him wrong. Harry seemed to flourish under the pain/pleasure. He was moaning even more than the night before and muttering things like, "Oh god yes," and "Oh please more!" He would have to make sure to tie his little raven up one of these days and see how he likes that. As the boy began to pick up the pace Voldemort felt a small tingle in the wards and put his hands on the boy's hips to help guide him and make the thrusting deeper.

Whoever was there could wait. He had far more important things to do, well more important people to do. He knew it had to be Lucius as no one else knew where Riddle Manor was. He would wait. He wouldn't dare disturb him in his chambers and risk getting into trouble.

Voldemort thrust up, and Harry down. The pace soon turned frantic and Voldemort brought Harry's head down to kiss him. This undid Harry, even without his cock being stroked, and he came all over Voldemort's stomach. Voldemort pumped into the boy a few more times before coming with a long moan. Harry collapsed on top of his master, too worn out to move, while Voldemort stroked his hair, not even removing his penis from the boy's body. They laid like that for a little while longer before Voldemort got up and decided it was time to get down to business and began cleaning himself up.