Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you all to another chapter of "In the Coils of a Serpent"!

Sorry for the wait on this; I wanted to update and finish the current year of my main story before I started the last chapter of this.

It's been a wild ride in this story so far, we've seen Harry go from being abused and tortured to the one now holding the power, and in this, finally, we get to see it all come full circle. Harry meets Bellatrix, gets taught some more magic by Voldemort, and meets Narcissa Malfoy.

On with the show!


Harry Potter, Malfoy Manor, secret room in the west wing.

It's been four weeks since Harry had turned the tables on Delphini and ensnared her in the imperious curse under his control, and it has been the most peaceful four weeks he has had(that he was awake for) in the last three years, Delphini could no longer hurt him in any way, no longer torment or torture him as she had in the past. Now he was the one in control, he was the one with the power, and now he was the one hurting her, and it felt, well, not good per se; Harry never liked hurting people and probably never would, but this was different, this was a punishment, this was a justice long denied to him.

This was simple retribution, and as Tamsyn was such a fan of saying: "Retribution is the justice we take for ourselves."

So Harry was doing just that, and under all the numbing bliss Delphini was feeling, Harry hoped she was proud of him, of her little Pet finally showing her his claws. Like this, Delphini was quiet, unlike how she was, always talking, teasing, and threatening him as she used to; she now only spoke when Harry told her to or asked her a question. Where once she moved with a quick posture perfect movement, her grace was drained away to the lethargic sway she now had under Harry's thrall, her manic and fiery personality was now dulled to a peaceful and Serene obedience to him and him alone. Whatever Harry wanted her to do, whenever he wanted her to do it, she would do it with a smile and a nod of her head, always answering "Yes sir," or when Harry got the idea and having her change her words to say "Yes Master," Knowing she would hate it.

Harry would have her do things that he knew Delphini would never do, from wearing embarrassing outfits and collars, eating like a dog out of a bowl on the floor on her hands and knees, speaking in animal sounds, stripping for him, begging him to take her as she pleased herself to almost her climax but never going past it among other things; where once she called him her pet, now she was nothing but that to Harry. He would violate her over and over again, in whatever way he pleased; he would hurt her back as well—leaving bruises, bite marks, and bleeding welts across her pale body and enjoying every single moment of it. He would never go too far, Voldemort's warnings always playing in his head, nothing she couldn't fix with a wave of her wand, and Harry had stuck to that.

He had even used the Cruciatus curse on her, but the way she spasmed and screamed just didn't sit well with him; even though she deserved every single moment she was under it, Harry couldn't stomach it so had only used it the one time besides, if he was going to hurt Delphini, he was going to do it himself. He would also use her in the ways that she had used him, and he made sure she thanked him after each time he did, and while it was gratifying, Harry still couldn't find that joy he had when he had overtaken her in the past, and after a while, he had stopped doing it all together. So, Harry spent his days ordering her about like a servant girl in skimpy outfits or using her as a bedmate and cuddling with her during the nights; it was after one of these nights, early in the morning, that Harry had met Delphini's "Mother."

Harry had awoken in the pitch darkness of his cage with Delphini curled up at his side with her head on his chest; at first, Harry was confused. He was resting peacefully before suddenly waking up, his eyes scanning the darkness around him, trying to figure out why he was suddenly awake; he had always been a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest sound in the Gryffindor dorm room, but as he laid there in the dark he frowned; unsure why he was awake until the reason was two inches from his face.

Harry didn't let out a girly shriek when the shadow popped fully formed that close to his face; it was a very manly scream.

The scream woke both Hedwig and Delphini; Hedwig hooted and barked in her cage and Delphini shrieked as well before rolling off the bed and landing on the floor. Harry pushed himself back away from the shadow that crawled across the bed to follow him, never leaving his personal space. Harry had thought it was some demon or shadow person before it spoke, "So, this is where she's been! Trapped under the Imperius by not only a filthy little half-blood but the same filthy little half-blood that vanquished my mistress!" The shadow hissed at Harry as it climbed on top of him and Harry felt the tip of a wand press to the hollow of his throat, stopping his hand that was going after the wand under his pillow.

Harry swallows the lump in his throat, unable to open his mouth to order Delphini to help him, for He was sure as soon as the words left his mouth, he'd be either dead or wishing he was, and he couldn't get to the wand due to the shadow straddling his chest, he was caught dead to rights and the shadow knew it.

"Well, lucky for me there are oh so many fun ways to help my precious daughter break free from the nasty little curse," The shadow says, and Harry could hear the sadistic glee in her tone, "Cruci-" the shadow begins to say before the door to Harry's room slams open, causing everyone to jump and turn to the door.

"Bella!" Voldemort yells, anger filling her tone so much Harry could feel it lick in the back of his mind as the candles and fireplace ignite, filling the room with light. The shadow that straddled his chest was brought to light, she was pale with wild curly brown hair that spilled down to a slender neck that had a thick collar wrapped around it with a single loop hanging from it. Her cheekbones were high and sharp sitting under wide eyes opened in shock, the same color and shape that Sirius' was, as she looked back at Voldemort at the door, her dress was of dark lace and leather.

"I told you you were not allowed in this room without me," Voldemort growled out menacingly before bringing her wand up and yanking it back before Bella could even speak a word. A thin chain of magic formed from the loop on the collar to the tip of Voldemort's wand before it yanked Belle off of Harry and sent her sliding across the marble floor, right to Voldemort's feet. Voldemort steps on Bella's chest to keep her pinned to the floor as she levels her wand at the poor woman trapped under her foot.

"Mistress, Please, I was only-" Bella says, her voice carrying an unmistakable tone of fear to it, Voldemort flickers her wand, silencing her and Harry watches as Bella braces herself.

"Crucio," Voldemort growls out and Bella begins to thrash and twist under the heel of her mistress before Voldemort turns to Harry, "Harry darling, are you okay?" she asks, oddly calm as if she wasn't torturing someone at the moment.

"Er, Y-yeah," Harry says, watching Bella twitch and thrash on the ground as Harry feels an odd bit of arousal in the back of his mind from Voldemort, his wide eyes flick back up to Voldemort's face who was looking at him in concern, "I-is she gonna be okay?" Harry asks, looking back down at Bella.

"Hm? Oh, yes, she'll be fine," Voldemort dismisses his concern before lifting the torture curse from Bella a few moments later who finally stops thrashing as Voldemort steps off of her, "Now then, Bella, this door can't be open from the opposite side by anyone who isn't a parselmouth, so do you care to tell me just how you got it here?" Voldemort asks with a glare as Bella curls up into a ball on the floor, still twitching.

"H-hiss a-a-at i-it ti-till i-it o-o-opened," Bella answers immediately through the pain, as Voldemort smiles cruelly down at her as Harry once again feels an odd bit of arousal coming from Voldemort, causing it to bleed into him, and Harry quickly adjusts his blanket to hide it before Voldemort looks up at Harry, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Well, apparently the noble tongue of Salazar Slytherin can be imitated by any three-year-old who likes snakes, how…quaint," Voldemort says, her upper lip sneering a bit as if she found it distasteful, but Harry could feel otherwise, she found it amusing more than anything, Voldemort turns back to Bella, who was trying to stand up before Voldemort with a flick of her wand knocked Bella down to her hands and knees once more, "Ah, ah, ah, little Bella, I do believe you have some apologies to give, don't you?" She says as Bella whines at her before crawling pathetically forward and placing her forehead on Voldemort's shoe.

"I'm-I'm s-sorry M-M-Mistress for-for disobeying y-y-you," Bella begs at Voldemort's feet as the Dark Lady as her Mistress gets some form of sickening delight from it.

"But I'm not the only one you owe an apology to, now am I, my dear, sweet, Bella?" Voldemort asks as Bella looks up at Voldemort confusion coloring her face Voldemort smiles back as sweet as a poison before flicking her wand and sending Bella sliding across the floor, slamming into the side of Harry's bed, "Go on Bellatrix, beg Harry for his forgiveness," Voldemort tells her most loyal servant with a blank face and a cruel gleam in her eyes as Bella looks back and force between Voldemort and Harry, looking lost for a moment.

"B-B-But Mistress, He's, but He's-" Bellatrix tries to say but Voldemort cuts her off.

"He's what?" Voldemort asks, her head tilting to the side looking amused, "He's a filthy little Half-Blood? He's the boy who vanquished me? He's the one who has your darling little daughter in the Imperius curse and using her like a cheap, muggle fucktoy?" Voldemort says, a chilling amusement creeping into her tone with every word she spoke causing Bellatrix to flinch at everyone spoken, "Why, yes, My dear Bella, he is all of these things, but you will still beg him for his forgiveness, he is my guest that you ever so rudely frightened, so get on your hands and knees and beg," Voldemort orders Bellatrix with burning eyes and Harry could feel the want rolling around in the back of his mind, the want for Bella to submit, to beg and debase herself to a being she saw as lesser, that she knew was lesser than her instead of doing it to someone she thought the world of and was the pinnacle of Pureblood Supremacy.

Harry watches as Bellatrix turns to him, a scowl set on her face and anger boiling in her eyes, as she gets back down on her hands and knees with her forehead pressed to the ground, "I'm so s-s-sorry, Har-" crack goes a spell that Voldemort casts so fast that Harry barely saw the arch of some type of spell fire as Bellatrix chokes down a scream, "Please, please, please Mistress! I don't want-" crack, went another pulse of magic and this time Bellatrix did shriek.

"I didn't ask what you wanted, Bella, I told you to beg," Voldemort snapped with a vicious growl, and no mercy was found in her words and eyes.

Bellatrix sobs and beats her hands on the marble floor looking all the while like a small child throwing a tantrum, and With Voldemort glaring at her, with want and arousal rolling around in the Dark Lady's mind, Harry turns his head to look at Delphini who was now standing, still dressed in the skippy Slytherin Schoolgirl outfit he made for her earlier that day, looking at the scene before her with a smile on her face and as her true personality shines through a bit as a hungry gleam enters her eyes as she watches, and Harry couldn't help but to wonder:

"How in the bloody fuck did my life turn into this?"

"I'm sorry, m-m-Master Harry, for-for disturbing your rest," Bellatrix finally growls out at him, and all Harry could do was nod, he couldn't trust himself to speak with Voldemort's twisted sense of satisfaction and lust rolling around in his mind.

"There we are, My dear Bella," Voldemort purrs as she smiles at the kneeling woman, "Now was that so hard?" she asks, not expecting an answer from her lieutenant as she walks over to the woman to grab the back of her collar and yanking her upwards to stand, "Now, let's leave the boy and his toy alone so I can give you a little treat for being such a good girl, hmm?" Voldemort says in a husky whisper to Bellatrix before pushing her toward the door and turning back to Harry, "Go back to sleep, Harry, I'll make sure Dear Bella her doesn't come bothering you again," she tells him and all Harry could do was nod, because, from the feeling he got from Voldemort, he was pretty sure he knew what that treat was going to be.

Voldemort leaves with Bellatrix in tow after wishing him a good night before closing the door behind them, leaving Harry sitting on his bed feeling very confused and turned on, he wasn't sure what had left him reeling more, the fact he knew Voldemort only wait till the door was closed before vanishing Bellatrix's dress And pouncing on her or the fact that Voldemort was wearing a pink nighty the whole time.

Harry sighs as he rubs his face, hoping that the images of what Voldemort was doing to Bellatrix left his mind, before turning around to find Delphini inches from his face, her cheeks were flushed red, and the fire was back in her eyes as her hands were gripping the bed sheets tight as she fought against the Imperius curse, for a moment Harry thought she broke through the curse but his order not to touch him without his say so was still in effect even if he could feel her struggling against it.

Harry swallows the lump in his throat as he looks into Delphini's hungry eyes, "Speak," he commanders her like a dog.

"Fuck me," Is all she says in a breathless voice full of want, and Harry knew this was going to be a problem, but still, he gorged himself on the violence and violation of Delphini because he had wanted it just as much.


One week later

"So, it's like the flesh-twisting curse, but for the insides?" Harry asks, looking over at Voldemort, who was lounging on the couch in the room in a black sundress and his jacket that she refuses to give back, from the large stuffed animal near the fireplace its fluff being pulled out and spilling onto the floor.

"Hmm, I like to think the entrail-expelling curse has a bit more poetry to it, a little more je ne sais quoi to it if you will," Voldemort says rolling onto her stomach and folding her arms under her chin as she begins to kick her bare feet in the air as she watches Harry, a small smile on her lips, "Not as much as the Blood Boiling or Skinning Curse, but just enough to have it stand on its own," she tells Harry as he rolls his eyes.

Voldemort would show up a few times a week to teach him magic, and it wasn't always curses and dark magic, it was normally whatever she felt like that day, Charms, Transfiguration, Runes, Defense, or Potions, she had shown and taught him just like they were back in his first year of Hogwarts and if felt like it, to both of them, which made Harry look away from her with a bit of shame roiling in his guts, he could feel the nostalgia pouring from both of them as if it was like they were both back in the Defense Tower at Hogwarts working on Harry's dueling skills. as if he was still ignorant of who she really was, what she really was, and the feeling of loss came back swiftly, of his parents, of his friends, of everyone he cared about, though none of the last two were her fault, not really.

"I plan on letting you out of this room in two days," Voldemort says suddenly and softly, causing Harry to snap his head back to her with wide eyes, "Narcissa has been wanting to meet her mysterious guest for a while now, and I thought a nice dinner would be a good way to introduce you to her," She says before looking over to him with a smile, "I even have a set of nice dress robes picked out, you're going to look so handsome," she says laying her head down on her arms with stars and warmth in her eyes, causing Harry to blush in embarrassment at her words before swiftly looking away.

Harry could feel the fondness rolling around in the back of his mind from Voldemort and the lick of fiery rage and hatred from Delphini, it was off-putting how often the bleed-through was happening as the weeks were crawling into months. It didn't matter the distance either, Voldemort could be at the Ministry dealing with people, and Harry could feel her anger and annoyance as if he was in the room with her when he closed his eyes and focused when he felt a particularly strong emotion, he would get flashes of what she was doing. He had stopped looking into those after last Monday when he had accidentally peaked into a private moment between Bellatrix and Voldemort in the latter's office, something Harry didn't want to repeat.

Harry's eyes trail over to Delphini who was standing listlessly by the bed with a smile on her face and still dressed in a skimpy outfit that Harry had made her wear for the day, he rather enjoyed doing that to her, knowing she was embarrassed and mortified by wearing something so revealing in front of anyone, it brought a smile to Harry's face every time he felt her anger and embarrassment from it.

"Well, I think that's enough for today," Voldemort says before pushing herself off the couch, stretching as she did so until the sounds of pops from her back sound out in the room as she groans at the feeling before walking over to the door and opening it, "I'll be back in a day or two for a fitting with the robes, then the following day will be the dinner, and if you behave, I might just let you out into the manor," she says, turning to look at Harry with a smile, reminding him that he was still a prisoner of sorts.

But as Voldemort turns to leave Harry speaks up, "Before you go, I had a question," he says, stopping Voldemort, causing her to turn back to him with curiosity in her eyes, "Wh-What do you know about Horcruxes?" Harry asks, causing Voldemort to blink in shock as she looks at him before swiftly shaking her head.

"Well, that brought back up some memories," Voldemort mutters before turning to look back at Harry with an odd, inquisitive look, "I would expect more than most seeing I have a few, why?" she asks, leaning against the open door.

"Is the…bleed through normal?" Harry asks, pausing trying to come up with the words to explain it, and from the look on Voldemort's face, she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"I'm guessing your talking-" Voldemort was beginning to say, but cuts herself off as Delphini breaks out into a dead sprint, throwing herself out the door, Voldemort tilts backward and watches as Delphini runs down the hall before taking the turn and disappearing, "Huh, it seems like she broke out," She says, not sounding too worried before tightening herself and turning back to Harry who was smirking.

"She broke out two days ago," Harry informs Voldemort whose eyes widen a bit in surprise, "She's been pretending for the last two days to be under the Imperius curse, but she couldn't hide what she felt," Harry says tapping the side of his head as Voldemort throws her head back and lets out a laugh before shaking her head and looking back at Harry with a proud smile, which, much to Harry's shame, made a warm feeling spread through his chest.

"But to answer your question," Voldemort says, drawing Harry's attention back to her as he was looking at the floor, "And it doesn't feel good to admit this, but the truth is that I don't know," She admits to Harry, as the boy looks at her confused, "There has never been a human horcrux that I know of from my research, you and Delphini are the first of your kind so there is going to be some unexpected things such as the emotional bleed over," she tells him as she rests her head against the door.

"But why is it happening?" Harry asks, his hands sliding into his pockets, "Maybe if we can figure out why, we can figure out how to stop it? Because I don't know about you but I could really do without feeling what you're doing to Bellatrix every other night," Harry says with a sigh before running his hand through his hair.

Voldemort looks surprised for a moment before chuckling, "Oh? Not enjoying the show?" she asks with a smirk, causing Harry to blush for a moment, "And if you think your antics with Delphini don't bleed through on my end, you would be mistaken, but unlike you, I tend to enjoy the show," Voldemort smile is wicked as she watches Harry blush from head to toe, "But that aside, the reason why is simple, it's because you have a chunk of my soul in your forehead, the soul is an amalgamation of memories, experiences, emotions, and conscience after tearing it apart creates a connection between the Horcruxes," She says with a bit of a sigh.

"While I'm sure the connection is there, the only reason I don't feel anything from the other Horcruxes is that they are just things and not people, Delphini is a rather large chuck of my soul with consciousness and you are fully human, the other containers are just things, things that mean something very personal to me, but things none the less," Voldemort tells him as she crosses her arms and leans on the door looking at him.

"So, the containers have to mean something to you for it to hold your soul?" Harry asks, and Voldemort nods as Harry narrows his eyes at her, "We've met before that Halloween, didn't we?" Harry asks, causing Voldemort's eyes to widen, "That's how you knew my mom, that's how you knew my name!" Harry whispers to himself, the shock hits him like a punch to the gut as he looks away from Voldemort, rubbing his face with both of his hands.

"How the bloody hell do you know that?" Voldemort asks, pushing off the door and looking at Harry in surprise.

"Dementors," Harry says in a horrified whisper, "Every time there near I hear them- I hear you-," Harry tries to say but can't finish it as he walks over to one of the chairs and sits down heavily, "How did you even meet her?" Harry asks, looking back at Voldemort who looked distinctly uncomfortable at the question.

"Your mother-" Voldemort sighs while pinching the bridge of her nose, "It wasn't like we were friends or anything Dodger, we met a few times, and she called me out the last time we met about who I was, and that was the end of that, I had only met you once and got to hold you for a bit, Lily all but forced you into my arms, it was awkward, Okay Dodg-Harry," she growls out before sighing again, "Witch-Father, I need to teach you Occlumency," Voldemort says with an aggravated sigh.

"Did you-" Harry begins to ask, but Voldemort quickly snaps at him.

"No! Absolutely not having this conversation with you, Dod-fuck, Harry," Voldemort says forcefully, "I'll send the dress robes in a day or two, I need to make sure Delphini isn't going to do something stupid right now," Voldemort says before turning on her heel and storming out of the room while slamming the door shut behind her as Harry feels a sense of melancholy that wasn't his wash over him that mixed with his own confusion and Delphini's rage.


Three days later.

Three days later and neither Voldemort nor Delphini has stepped foot into Harry's room, giving him a rare peace that Harry hadn't had in quite a few weeks since he had been woken up from his slumber. He could still feel them, of course, he knew of the argument the two had over what Voldemort had done, teaching Harry the Imperius curse to use on Delphini to, in Voldemort's words that he had caught, "Teach Delphini a lesson on how she should treat their equal," Harry didn't know how to feel about that, that Voldemort considered him her equal. It was almost laughable to Harry, how the hell was he her equal in anything? Sadly, Voldemort never said and sent Delphini to her room.

Harry could feel them, Voldemort's melancholy as she thought of something, Delphini's rage that he knew was directed at him with the occasional spike of lust for some reason. He tried to push his amusement at Delphini through the link between them, but he wasn't sure if he was successful or not and he didn't want to relive the memories of Delphini's time as his slave on a loop in his head just in case Voldemort would be affected too, so he gladly soaked up the peace with Hedwig in his room, passing the time by reading or practicing magic until the dress robes arrived a few days later.

They were black, silver, and emerald green which made Harry roll his eyes at the color scheme because of course they were Slytherin colors. Harry still put them on begrudgingly, because what other choice did he have, they were soft and made from some type of silk that hugged his frame quite nicely, though Harry thought they still looked wrong on him, he was far more of a jumper and jeans type of guy. He didn't have to wait long after getting the robes, for at a quarter till six, the door to his room opened, and while Harry expected Voldemort to walk in, he was surprised to see Bellatrix leaning against the door frame with a scowl on her face as she glared at him.

"What?" Harry asked, looking back at the insane woman.

"It's not fair," Bellatrix says before her scowl shifts into an honest-to-goodness pout, "Why does Mistress always have to be right about everything? Why couldn't the scraggly stupid-looking Half-Breed look like a scraggly stupid-looking Half-Breed in dress robes?" She asks as Harry looks at her in confusion before the woman sighs, "Fine, whatever, come along Potty, dinner awaits," She says with a scoff.

"Don't call me that," Harry says with a frown as he walks across the room.

"Don't call you what, Potty?" Bellatrix says in a sickly sweet sing-song voice as she holds the door open with a cute confused tilt of her head.

"That, what you just called me, don't call me that," Harry tells her before stopping just before the door, letting out a deep breath before stepping out into the long dark marble corridors of Malfoy Manor full of sneering stuck-up paintings.

"Oh? Don't like Potty Wee Potter? Hmm, that just means I need to come up with a new nickname for the Half-Breed," Bellatrix says as she skips ahead of Harry, He sighs as he follows behind Bellatrix, "Hafty-Harry? Maybe, Harry-kins? No, too baby-like, what house were you in at Hoggy-warts? Gryffindor, right?" she asks with a yell as she skips down the hall, way ahead of Harry who has to jog to keep up.

"Stop trying to give me a nickname and slow down!" Harry calls out, and watches as she disappears around a corner, cackling, Harry runs after her and takes the corner just to slam into the dark leather and silk dress of Bellatrix and crashes to the ground.

"You're not as fun as my Dear Delphini and Mistress said you were, rather boring really," Bellatrix says with a tilt of her head and looks on as Harry stands back up, "But you are very pretty, for a Half-Breed that is," she mutters before leaning in close to Harry who had stood up and was now leaning away from Bellatrix as she inspects him closely, just before her eyes go wide and a demented smile splits her face, "Oh! Oh! I know a name!" she says with a terrible laugh, "How about Pretty Little Kitty," she says as she closes her eyes to let out a mad giggle that was quickly cut off the point of a wand being pressed under her chin.

"Don't," Harry snarls, "Fucking call me that," he snaps at the mad bit as Bellatrix slowly opens her eyes to look into his, and instead of a mad light in them, they were sharp as knives and deadly focused on Harry's own.

"Make me," Bellatrix whispers back, full of barely contained hate for him as her eyes burned, "Dear Delphini told me alllllll about her pretty little kitty, and how she so ever enjoyed forcing him down-" Bellatrix says in a mocking and playful voice.

"Shut up," Harry says with gritted teeth.

"-How she used to climb on top-"

"I said shut up!"

"-and ride him until he po-"

"Crucio!"

Bellatrix shrieked as her body sized before falling to the ground as Harry stood over her breathing hard as he ground his teeth at the woman on the floor who begins to cackle and pick herself up off the floor, the bone-white wand in his hand never leaving Bellatrix as Harry felt two spikes of curiosity in the back of his mind.

"Oh, so Potty can use it, not very well, but he can still use it," Bellatrix says as she turns back to Harry with a mad grin, but now with her wand in hand, "Very good, but let me show you how it's really done, hmm?" she says before snapping up her wand, but with seeker reflexes, he had already jumped forward, surprising Bellatrix, and grabbing her wand and pushing the point of the wand away from himself.

"Imperio!" Harry yells as he levels his wand at Bellatrix's face and watches as the woman blinks and feels the shear will of the mad woman press against his mind he was honestly surprised that she was even harder to suppress than Delphini and he struggles for a moment before finally, he feels her struggle stops. Harry sighs as he feels it, "Let go of your wand, and lead me to the dining room," Harry tells Bellatrix and feels her struggle against the first order but soon enough, lets her wand go for Harry to take away from her before the mad bint turns on her heel and leads him through the manor.

It doesn't take long for Bellatrix to lead him to the dining room, Harry makes her open the door for him before following in behind him. The dining room was stately and filled with opulence, two crystal Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and filled the grand room with light, and a single long black table ran down the length of the middle of the room with two large fireplaces on either side of the room and like the corridors outside of the dining room, the floor was a dark marble with white walls and high ceilings.

Both Mrs. Malfoy and Voldemort sat at the end of the table and looked up as both Harry and Bellatrix entered the room. Harry felt incredibly out of place here, in this room, with these people, blue bloods surrounded by opulence looking down on people who didn't fit into the mold of what they thought people should be and act like. Harry quickly orders Bella to go sit next to Voldemort as he walked up to the other side of the table with a bit of a scowl, to the Lady of the House's credit, all Narcissa Malfoy, who was sitting at the head of the table, does when she sees Harry walking into the dining room is turn to Voldemort and rises her brow at the Dark Lady, who in turn, just shrugs before Bellatrix sits down at Voldemort's side, who was sitting to Narcissa's right. Harry walks up to the left side of the table before pulling out one of the chairs and sitting down to Narcissa's left, looking as awkward as he felt.

Narcissa turns to look at Harry, leaning back in her seat and inspecting him before turning to Bellatrix at Voldemort's right, who had a dream smile on her face, "Mister Potter, do you mind releasing Bella from, what is no doubt, the Imperious curse?" Marissa says, turning back to Harry with a slightly offended look as Harry blinks at the older woman in surprise.

"How did you know?" Harry asks Narcissa, confused.

"Bella is my sister, Mister Potter, and so would sit to my left at dinner, while you and My Lady would sit to my right as guests of honor in my home, she knows this and wouldn't dare break from tradition in my home," Narcissa says, Leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, "Besides, my father used to do the same thing to her when she was misbehaving when we were younger, so I know how she is when under the effects of that curse," She informs him before Harry turns to Voldemort who looked ever so amused by it all. Harry sighs before standing and telling Bella to switch places with him, only after he releases the curse, snapping the mad woman back to how she normally was.

"You uppity little Half-Breed! I'm going to-" Bellatrix immediately begins to rant as she quickly stood from her seat, rage, and madness dancing through her eyes, but is quickly cut off by Voldemort.

"Bella, that's enough," Voldemort simply says, causing Bellatrix to freeze as Voldemort just looks at the mad woman, "Sit," she orders and watches Bellatrix sits back down slowly with a scowl on her face, before Voldemort turns to Harry, now in the seat next to hers, and holds her hand out to him.

"What?" Harry asks, looking back at Voldemort, who merely raises her brow before wiggling her fingers, Harry sighs before reaching into the pockets of his robe and pulling out both the bone-white wand and Bellatrix's wand before handing them over to Voldemort, "There, Happy?" Harry asks and Voldemort just smiles before picking up the wine glass in front of her and taking a sip. Harry rolls his eyes at Voldemort before leaning back in his seat, Bellatrix was still glaring at him like she wanted to skin him and Narcissa was looking at him like he was a rather fascinating puzzle.

"I must admit Mister Potter, when My Lady told me she was going to have a guest here for an indeterminate amount of time, one that I wasn't allowed to see or know the identity of, I admit I was tempted to tell her I wouldn't allow it but was far too interested in just who this person was," Narcissa Malfoy says, bringing her gloved hand to her chin to rest it upon her hand, "So, Imagine my surprise when, what I thought was some secret boy toy,-" At those words, Voldemort chokes on her wine, "-That she was hiding away and you then come waltzing through my dining room doors, I must say I am surprised, to say the least, especially so when I thought you were dead," Narcissa says, a smile snaking across her face as her eyes flick between Harry and Voldemort. Harry's face was beet red at Narcissa's words and Voldemort's face was in one of her hands as she was turned away from Narcissa, Harry could feel the embarrassment rolling off of Voldemort in the back of his mind making him blush deeper.

"Narcissa, please stop teasing the boy," Voldemort groans as Bellatrix giggles at the sight from across the table.

"Why, My Lady, I would never dream of teasing Mister Potter," Narcissa admits with a grin, fully aware of what she was saying as Voldemort turns to her with a glare that could melt steel.

"You, my good woman, are a menace," Voldemort says, leaning forward toward Narcissa who openly laughs before Voldemort picks up her wine glass and drains it before pouring another.

Harry was lost at the moment, between Narcissa calling him Voldemort's "Boy Toy" which, honestly, wasn't even untrue considering who and what Delphini was, but also the fact that Narcissa Malfoy was mouthing off to Voldemort without any fear of what the older more powerful witch could or would do to her, and even more confusing Voldemort was letting her. Harry chooses to stay quiet as he watches the three older women bicker back and forth like old friends just as the door to the dining room opens once more and Harry feels a spike of attraction, want, and lust push through his brain before he turns and sees that Delphini had finally made her appearance.

She wore a dress Harry had never seen her in, silver and green that hung off her shoulders showing off her collarbone and the swell of her breast, it hugged her thin waist as large slits in the dress show off her creamy thighs in flashes like a tease. Harry grits his teeth and struggles with his own emotions and darker wants as he could feel his and Delphini's anger build at one another as their eyes meet and Harry wanted nothing more than to choke the life out of her and her stupid smug grin.

"Sorry I'm late, I had trouble finding shoes that went with the dress, so I decided to forgo them," Delphini says with a smile before Voldemort raises her wand and with a flick summons Harry's wand from Delphini's person and snatches it out of the air, Delphini turns to her with wide angry eyes but Voldemort's cuts her off before she could speak.

"No wands at the table, my dear," Voldemort says with a small grin, "Neither Harry nor Bella has theirs, so set down so we can eat," she says to Delphini who pauses to glare at her older self before sitting down next to Bellatrix who immediately begins the praise how beautiful she looked, Harry wanted nothing more than to have Delphini back under the Imperius Curse and make her start stripping again.

Dinner was a long and engaging affair with several courses of fancy French food that Harry poked and prodded at and not eating all that much, he was asked questions and drawn into a few conversations, when the question of how He and Voldemort had teamed up, it was Voldemort that diverted the question to something else, showing Harry that neither of them was ready to talk about what had happened between them during Harry's first year. Narcissa would ask questions, Bellatrix would make a giggling comment, Voldemort would remark on the giggling comment, and Delphini would make a scathing remark normally about Harry that was hidden behind polite words that would start the questions all over again, by the time dessert came alone Harry was more than ready to return to his room.

And the thing about it all that bothered him the most, other than when Delphini first arrived, she didn't look at him once.

How many times did she make him watch? Force him to look at her and watch what she did to him whether she was wearing her face or that of Olivia Twist by cutting off his eyelids in his dreams as she violated him, and now, after being on receiving end of the same treatment for not even half the time she had him by the throat and now she wouldn't even look at him. Anger and rage burned in Harry's mind, he wasn't sure if it was his or Delphini's or both, but he knew the taste of bile and blood crawling up his throat in that rage was his, all Harry wanted to do in that moment was crawl over the table and stick his steak knife into Dalphini's eye socket, to pin her down and fuck her again in front of everyone.

Harry feels Voldemort's hand touch his arm and he jumps before turning to look at her, her scarlet eyes were alight with concern as she looks at him in warning, she probably already knew what Harry wanted to do, so he looks away and back down to his food, shame rolling around in his guts for it all; it wasn't long after that Narcissa called an end to dinner, Harry had thanked her before Voldemort firmly grasps his shoulder and led him out of the room, with Delphini hot on their heels.

"What's wrong, Pretty Kitty, don't like it when you're ignored?" Delphini says as she quickly made her way up behind them, Bellatrix's giggles following behind her, "Such a shame that you couldn't even do anything right, even raping and torturing someone," She says dismissively before turning to Voldemort, "My wand if you please," she says, holding out her hand.

Voldemort rolls her eyes at Delphini's words before pulling out the bone-white wand to hand over, "That-," Delphini says, turning to look Harry dead in the eyes, "Isn't my wand," she says as Harry glares at her. Voldemort rolls her eyes before pulling Harry's Holly wand out and holding it out for Delphini to take by the handle before turning to Voldemort with a smile, "Thank you," she says sweetly before turning back to Harry and taking a step toward Harry, the wand tip pointing down, "Oh, and I do hope you enjoy your dreams for the next few weeks, Pretty Kitty because I'll be showing you everything I did to the little redheaded blood traitor bitch and the mudblood cunt I used, so I do hope you enjoy the show," She tells him with a wide and twisted smile.

Harry feels his guts twist in anger, but smiles just as nastily back, "I'm sure they'll go great with all the pleasant memories I have of you crawling on hands and knees calling me Master," Harry retorts and watches Delphini's face twist in rage right before she lashes out in her anger with her wand. Harry hissed in pain as a white-hot lance of pain travels up his arm as Voldemort pulls him behind her before waving her wand sending Delphini flying back down the hall.

"And that!" Voldemort roars at Delphini, "Is a week without magic! I told you to stick with your stupid mind games, that you aren't allowed to hurt him!" She yells as Delphini pushes herself off the ground to yell back, but stops as her eyes widen at the sight of Harry holding his arm, causing Voldemort to turn around and freeze at the sight as well.

Blood, sticky, thick, fresh running blood leaked from Harry's arm and pooled onto the ground, freezing both Delphini and Voldemort who watched with wide eyes at the sight. Harry could feel how frozen they were in the back of his mind but knew for a fact it was just the calm before the storm, as both Voldemort and Delphini get over the shock of the blood, Harry starts to feel the mania beginning to build. It was like a chorus of screams in his head all chanting different things and screaming of want and fear, he could tell it was far worse for Delphini than it was for Voldemort by miles, but both wanted nothing more than for either the blood to go away or for Harry to spill even more. Not even Bellatrix was unaffected by the tense atmosphere as she shrunk into herself with wide, fearful, eyes as they flicked back and forth between Voldemort and Delphini.

"Bella," Voldemort says, her voice strained and Harry could feel the all-consuming want for something transient in how it felt, "Take Delphini, back to her room and lock her in there, now," Voldemort orders Bellatrix, who nods quietly before walking over to Delphini who looked to be struggling to focus on anything over then the dripping blood from Harry's arm. Bellatrix, grabbing her wand from Voldemort, gently takes Delphini down the hall, whispering calming words to her as she tries to retain Delphini's attention on her, but Delphini would always look back at Harry.

Voldemort suddenly grabs Harry roughly by his injured arm and starts to drag him down the hall in the opposite direction, "Come," is the only thing she says as she does so with a manic light dancing in her eyes.

"That hurts," Harry says, softly, trying to pull his injured arm from Voldemort's Iron-like grasp, but the woman says nothing but pulls him roughly closer to her and held him like that till they made it back to his room, where Voldemort, without a wand forces the door open before all but throwing Harry in the room. Harry turns back to watch as Voldemort slams the door shut behind her, her menacing red eyes gleaming with madness as she focuses solely on Harry's bleeding arm dripping blood and the boy flinches at the spike of consuming want coming from Voldemort.

"Voldemort," Harry says softly, and in fear, for he knew he could handle Delphini at her worst, but her fully grown self was a different beast entirely as she slowly approaches Harry, her wand in a death grip, "Please, Voldemort, i-i know you're not all here right now, but please, please, don't do this," Harry begs as Voldemort looms over him, he starts to back away from her, clutching his arm, trying to hide the wound and blood.

But with a flick of her wand, she vanishes the top part of Harry's robes allowing the wound to be shown again, it extended from the middle of his forearm up to the bottom of his bicep, and blood was smeared across his arm and leaking from the wound. Harry begins to panic, he feels his heart hammering in his chest as Voldemort approaches him, causing him to back away to his bed, Voldemort pushes him back onto the bed before straddling Harry's waist as she draws her wand down his arm and across the wounds with a fevered look in her eyes.

It was like she was in a trance as she reaches down with her free hand and grabs Harry by the wrist of his injured arm and pulls it upwards. Harry flinched as his warm blood spilled drips onto his face, Harry could feel the almost overwhelming need and want to consume something, to consume someone as Voldemort bends her head down and draws her tongue over his open wound and licks up the blood with a soft moan escaping the back of her throat as her eyelids flutter at the taste. It was when Voldemort licked her lips before opening her mouth to bite down, that Harry tried one last time to reach her, hoping it would work.

"Please, Tamsyn, Please Don't," Harry says, his scared voice echoing in the room, his fear pulsing through him, begging and pleading for Tamsyn to stop, and much to his relief she does. At the sound of her real name, Voldemort freezes as her eyes drift to Harry's wide fear filled emerald eyes, she sits straddling Harry's waist for a few more seconds before she slowly and forcefully stands up and backs away from Harry, who crawls back away from her. Voldemort looks away from Harry, her eyes closed and her arms shaking, her breathing was shallow and short and Harry could feel how out of sorts and tormented her emotions were at the moment, how raw and wild they were.

Harry watches as she slowly raises her wand and waves it, he flitches once again before a cold seeping feeling covers his hurt arm, looking down he sees the wound begin to stitch itself together until the wound is no more. Voldemort lets out a chest-rattling sigh but doesn't look back at Harry as she speaks.

"I've had the house elves take your cloak back, I'm leaving the door unlocked, you're free to come and go from your room," she tells Harry in a strained voice before she turns and walks over to the door with squared shoulder and stiff posture before opening the door and leaving.

Harry lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, as he sits back up on his bed looking at the door, feeling sorry for whatever poor soul that Voldemort runs into next because she was either going to torture them to death or fuck them to death and Harry honestly did not know which one was worst.


Four hours later

Harry wasn't like Hermione, he hated being right because that normally meant that bad shit was going to happen to him, and he wasn't wrong in this context either as he was curled up in his bed clutching his head. He couldn't stop what he was feeling emotionally, what he was seeing, what he had been feeling physically as the night went on after Voldemort had left his room. Harry felt like the dumping ground for all the powerful emotions of both Voldemort and Delphini which were leaking into him and he couldn't fucking stop it, and with the emotions came the visions, and all he wanted at the moment was for them to stop!

First, it was whoever the poor soul was that Voldemort went to half an hour after leaving Harry's room, somewhere in a dark dungeon, Harry felt Voldemort rip the prisoner apart inch by bloody inch, and when his begging and screaming became too annoying to her, Voldemort ate his tongue, before stripping what was left of the man's flesh from his body, and she wasn't neat about it, she soaked herself in the blood before returning to the Manor and immediately called for Bellatrix; that is where Harry's current problem stemmed from.

Voldemort, still covered in blood, was fucking Bellatrix and was not being quiet about it, or nice.

And not only that but now, of all fucking times, Delphini was pleasing herself and letting it all leak freely into Harry.

Harry was not happy with any of this as he tossed and turned in his bed trying not to watch the reel playing in his head, he could feel the dry and sticky blood gluing Voldemort's clothes to her skin, and he could feel Bellatrix's hair bunched up in his hand as she was begging Voldemort for release, And he could feel just how wet Delphini was as she teased and played with herself. It was an odd type of hell for Harry and he didn't know how to deal with it other than clutching his head and trying to force the foreign images, emotions, and feelings away to no avail.

"Please, Please Mistress let me-let me cum, please," Bella begged like music to his ears.

"Ah! Fuck, yes harder, harder! Yes," Delphini's breathless voice was right next to his ear ordering him again.

"Not yet you little slut," He whispers into Bellatrix's ear as she was bound to a chair, Voldemort draws her wand across Bella's collarbone, splitting the skin and letting blood spill down her chest, "You'll cum when I tell you to," he whispers harshly into Bellatrix's ear as Voldemort's fingers move faster within her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, please, please Ha-" Delphini begs as she runs her fingers through her folds, teasing her little nub, and biting her lip before the name she was thinking of spilled from her lips in ecstasy, but he knew who she was gonna say, and Harry has had enough!

He throws off his blanket, his head pounding, and his world spinning with rage as he stands up clutching his head as he throws open the door to his room before turning and walking down the hall. He had no idea how to get where he wanted to go and soon found that his feet moving on their own, like traveling a well-walked path through the snow, sometimes he slips up and gets turned around but soon enough he would find himself back on the right path, his world spins with red rage and maddening lust as neither of the two other parts would fucking stop! Harry finally stops outside of a door, not knowing how he knew, and not caring how he knew as he slams open the door to Delphini's room.

"What the fu-" Delphini half screams as she jumps and flips herself over from her former position with her butt in the air, she was still wearing the dress from dinner as she looks at Harry in shock, "Har-, Pretty kit-" Delphini tries to say but Harry cuts her off.

"Shut the fuck up and stop it!" Harry growls out as he stalks forward into the room, one hand pressed to the side of his head as he glares at Delphini who was pushing herself back and away from Harry.

"What are you talking-" Delphini tries to say but Harry was having none of it as he walks over to Delphini's bed, raising her hands to defend herself from the irate boy but Harry grabs her wrist and drags her close to him, her face now inches from his.

"Don't try that with me," Harry growls into Delphini's face, "You know exactly what I'm talking about!" he snaps at her, holding the offending appendage in a tight grasp, "I have to deal with Voldemort's and your emotional bullshit pouring into my head whenever you're both in a mood, and you fucking yourself while Voldemort is tormenting Bella isn't fucking helping," Harry says, watching fear bloom in her eyes but feels just how turned on she is just by looking into his eyes, "So fucking stop," he says, refusing to say please to her of all people.

But as Delphini's breaths come out short and rapid while Harry is just inches from her face, his eyes glowing and sparkling like blood-red rubies in the dark of her room, all she does is smile wickedly at him, "Make. Me," is all she says, spitting it like a challenge at him, and a challenge he took it as.

Harry, with all his own rage and raw emotions for the one person he hates more than anyone else, leaps at Delphini, pushing her down onto her bed. She screams, she struggles, and she rages at him; she hits, claws, and smacks Harry as she fights to get him off of her. But this wasn't the dreams they had once fought for dominance in, this was the real world, and no matter how scrawny Harry may look, it was all muscle. Harry forced himself upon her, taking the blows and scratches as he ripped at her stupidly sexy dress, tearing the top off with a gasp from her as he frees her breast, she screams and slaps him across the face, so he returns the blow in turn, much to Delphini's shock. Harry starts to tear the rest of the dress away as Delphini goes back to trying to stop him.

"No, stop! Harry! Fucking stop!" Delphini screams and fights to no avail, and only seems to egg the boy on as Delphini's own excitement grows.

This! This is what Harry had missed when he had Delphini under his thrall, her fighting back! The fight between them that had so defined their relationship from the start, to see which one ended up on top! The passive and submissive Delphini was boring, without the red-hot passion that came with every moment, with every word, but this, with her fighting against him so he could prove that he wasn't weak to her, that he wasn't a kitty, that he was a LION! This is what he wanted!

Harry rips his way through the rest of the dress before he starts to wrestle for Delphini's arms, finally grabbing them and pinning them above her head as she fights and tries to wiggle away from him, but Harry wasn't having any of that as he fumbles with his pajama bottoms and with a single rough thrust, he was inside her. Delphini gasps as her back arches and Harry's free hand finds her throat before he starts to thrust roughly into her, and all fight seems to leave her as her legs snake around his waist and lock around him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Delphini gasps out with each thrust and Harry squeezes her throat tighter and watches as her eyes roll back as she grinds against him after each thrust, chasing her peak like a woman possessed.

"Don't let her,"

Harry stops his moment, and Delphini whines as she tries to grind on him but he removes his hand from her throat to hold her still.

"You can give her something she wants, make her work for it, make her beg, YOU have the power here, she doesn't,"

"Beg for it," Harry whispers harshly as he leans down to her ear, "Beg for it," He orders but Delphini violently shakes her head, her lips sealed. Harry thrusts once more into her, causing her to gasp and moan, "Beg," he growls once more, right next to her ear.

"P-Please, Please Harry, I-I-I want, I need to, Please!" Delphini says like a heavenly choir to his ears.

"Work her slowly, build it back up Steadly and make it agonizing to her,"

Harry does agonizingly slow for Delphini who whines and begs incoherently, he releases her hands to prop himself up better, and her arms immediately wrap around him and Harry feels her fingernails dig into his back and blood run down it, egging him on to go faster.

"Don't, you're in control, don't forfeit it,"

Harry doesn't, but he does start biting at her neck and collarbone until she hears her gasp again as he feels warm blood spill into his mouth and laps up the metallic-tasting blood with a thirsty man. It takes several more minutes but Harry can feel how close she was, so one last time, much softer this time, he whispers into Delphini's ear, "Beg, beg and I'll let you cum," Harry tells her, and hears the words spill from her lips like a gospel.

"Please, Harry, Please let me cum, please," Delphini whisper back and Harry increases his pace as her moans becomes louder and louder until he feels Delphini shake and shiver and her back arches under him and let out one more loud moan, echoing in his head as Voldemort finally let Bellatrix finish and he could feel Voldemort's amusement.

"Like mother, like daughter I suppose,"

"Thank you, Thank you," Harry hears Delphini says as he pulls his head back just a bit to look into her hooded eyes that were flashing a demonic red set into her angelic face. Harry kissed her, deeply as they began their struggle again, as they fought for dominance, as they tore into one another. Biting, scratching, choking, hitting one another, and fucking one another late into the night, sometimes he won, sometimes he didn't, but he would always finish with her as they both bled each other and hurt one another. By the time they were both spent and tired, the sun was starting to peak over the horizon bringing with it the morning light, both Harry and Delphini were exhausted and sore and covered with wounds and bruises.

Harry rolls over, intent on putting back on his pajama bottoms and leaving the room as Delphini lies on her bed, curled up, bleeding, bruised, and beyond satisfied, but as Harry goes to stand he feels her hand wrap around his arm.

"Will you stay?" Delphini asks without turning to look at him, knowing that he had all the right in the world to leave her like this and go back to his room, "Please?" she tries.

Harry looks back at the one person he would happily kill without a question, the person he just spent the last few hours inside of with the heart-wrenching realization that he may just love her because there wasn't anyone else in the world who understood him as deeply and as Intimately as her because she was his nightmare before turning into a blissful dream that became real in both aspects of it.

Harry could never forgive her, not after everything she had done and that's why he will always hurt her and enjoy every moment of it; but you can't help who you fall in love with, especially when you share a soul with that person.

So, Harry sighs, and to Delphini's surprise, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close before they two drift off to deep sleep.


Chapter done!

And boy this was a long time coming, huh? So, I'll be splitting what I saw as the final chapter into several parts, yes I know, I'm sorry I keep lying to y'all, but this shouldn't break double-digit chapters and this way we can get Tendreal inspired enough to write more. The original final chapter in my head was like 30k to 50k words and it was just this daunting thing that I couldn't find the motivation to even begin, but I can do 10k easily.

On to the chapter talk:

Wow, this chapter got horny and got horny fast and I have no idea why. (pats sweaty forehead with a handkerchief) anywho, we explore Harry being basically a dumping ground for all of the powerful and dark emotions of both Voldemort and Diary!Tamsyn and how it affects all three of them. Due to the nature of the Horcruxes in this, there is a connection between all three of our main stars, while Voldemort and Tamsyn can shut that connection between them, neither of them would shut the connection with Harry, and Harry can't shut off either of them. So it turns into a huge perpetual emotion machine where Harry gets fed them and feeds them back until things just explode like they did at the end there.

Yes, Lily and Voldemort knew each other, and Voldemort met Harry before she tried to kill him and to answer the question before someone asked: No, they weren't fucking. It stems from Cannon where it's said that Voldemort tried to recruit both Lily and James to his side because they were powerful, but will get into that in a chapter or two.

Blood, ooooooh, yes this is still a huge trigger for Voldemort and is the main reason why she throws around the killing curse like it's going out of style because it's a bloodless spell. And to answer the next question, No, Voldemort didn't want to fuck Harry during that, she want to eat him because she never kicked her cannibalistic tendencies, because at the end of the day, no matter how sweet she is to Harry, Voldemort is still a monster wearing a human face.

Ah, the Harry and Delphini ship finally sailed in this fic.

They are a toxic couple, leave them alone for an hour in the same room, and they'll either try to kill each other or fuck each other senselessly. And while Delphini(Dairy!Tamsyn) can't love, she is extremely possessive over Harry, and sadly, Harry can and does love, and he fell in love with a monster he can never truly forgive.

Kingsaxcul, out!