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Crossover Fiction - Dry My Tears - 04
HAH! She's done, mate! Hope people like this chapter as much as I do. I finally got Voldemort's characterization rightish, so I'm feeling chipper! *dances* Will now be working on BtS_07. Hugs and love!
Previous Chapters:
/ Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three /
Quick Summary: (Crossover fic: Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake universe) Voldemort’sturned into sexy vampire, (Oooo!) Harry gets captured, (Oh Noes!) Chaos ensues (Aaah!) Contains: kitties, guns, Anita (+ gang), sex, biting, and a profusion of swearing. Enjoy!
Title: Dry My Tears (Harry Potter and Anita Blake crossover)
Pairings: Harry/Voldemort, Draco/Jason, Anita/all her usuals as of Incubus Dreams
Rating: Offically upgraded to R18 (NC17) from now on!
Warnings: Non-con, Ardeur, Voldemort, violence
Setting: 7th year following HP cannon till end of GoF, AB cannon till end of Incubus Dreams
Extras: My character guide for Anita Blake series can be found here.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, Laurell K. Hamilton, and other publishers, no money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A\N for this chapter: Just a brief note for the Potter fans – this is an alternate universe to HP cannon (well, obviously, but) this Alternatey-ness is not overly obvious, but one of the key things is that the prophesy mentioned in this chapter is NOT the same one as in Order of the Phoenix. I’ll go into more detail later but yeah, I just wanted to make that clear because... well, Voldemort is ‘dead’ now and he didn’t die at Harry’s hand so that prophesy wouldn’t work anyway. But yeah, there will be more on this prophesy in later chapters.
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Harry winced and tore his eyes away from the merciless stare.
Rippling echoes of laughter spilled through his mind as Voldemort slid his fingers up into Harry’s hair and faced his followers, “Now then, I am afraid to say that some of you; my friends, my followers, my loyal allies... some of you... doubted me.” The voice changed to cutting ice.
“Some of you doubted my power. Some of you doubted my sanity, my mind, my abilities...” With a final, fond caress through Harry’s hair, Voldemort spun away and walked up the steps to his throne, turning to watch the nervously shifting crowd, “Some of you thought I would never have the power to get past Dumbledore’s protection. Some of you thought I, your Lord did not have the power to defeat this child.”
Harry shivered, Voldemort’s voice was burning and freezing all at once; the Death Eaters were shifting, wincing, edging away from the throne. Harry only wished he could do the same thing.
Voldemort sat down on the throne and glared at the masses. “All those that doubted? See now, the strength of my power.”
“Look at me, Harry.”
No no no no no nononononono—
“Look at me, Harry.”
NO, please nono no no no!
A surge of will. Harry gasped. Red eyes filled his vision.
“Come to me, Harry Potter,” Voldemort said aloud.
Harry swayed as a wave of power swept over him, thousands of pinpricks of energy jostled around inside him. Sensation became his only reality. Light; darkness; hot, cold; soft, hard; a smell like lilies and snakes; the touch of flesh, soft and tender; heat consuming; the thick swishing and thudding of beating hearts, and redredredredred.
Harry came to with a gasp. Opening his eyes he yelped and almost fell backwards with shock. Powerfully strong arms grasped him and moved him to fit against a warm side.
Please tell me I was not just kissing the Dark Lord Voldemort. Please please please sweet merlin please.
Surely this was a dream; surely Harry hadn’t just woken to find himself, sitting in Voldemort’s lap in front of an assembly of several hundred Death Eaters with his lips tenderly pressing against the Dark Lord’s?
Oh dear Merlin please no.
Amused laughter trickled through Harry’s mind again, “Very soon your denials are going to stop working, my pet. What will you do then, little Harry?”
I don’t know. I have no idea. I’ll explode or die or-
The arm around his waist tightened, “Nothing so easy for you, little one, I am not going to let you escape so lightly.” Voldemort turned to look at him for a moment, “You have been a thorn in my side for some time, Harry Potter; I will not allow you the simple release of a broken mind. Instead you will burn in an eternity of shame; knowing I, your enemy, am truly your Master.”
The delighted smile that spread across rosy lips made Harry tremble in fear.
Voldemort faced his followers again, “You see? It is true that Harry Potter is a powerful wizard; I faced him several times, underestimating his strength. But now I have unleashed my full strength upon him and like all who dare defy me, his will is blown away like autumn leaves under the onslaught of my mind.
“It would be wise, my fickle followers, to remember this day.” Voldemort finished.
~..*..~
They had waited silently as the Death Eaters emptied from the hall. Harry had abruptly realised at one point that Draco and Lucius were standing just behind and to each side of the throne, he was rather embarrassed that he’d been so caught up with Voldemort that he hadn’t even noticed they were there. As soon as the last Death Eater left, Harry started squirming and tried to escape from Voldemort’s grip.
“Let me go!”
Voldemort looked at him in mild surprise, “I don’t think so, Harry,”
Harry snarled, “You’ve had your fun - you’ve showed off your new power for all your little friends, you made your point now let me GO!” Harry could feel something crazy sliding up inside him, something saying, trapped, scared, run run rip tear kill! With claws he didn’t remember having before he tore into the arm around his waist. Voldemort flinched for a moment, and that was all Harry needed to launch out of the chair and tumble down the steps. Scrabbling onto his feet he was beginning to make blindly for the door before a force like hitting a blank wall stopped him short. He let out a small yelp and crumpled to the floor helplessly.
A shadow loomed over him and Harry sucked in a breath, pressing himself into the floor. A vicious hand caught in his hair and pulled him to his knees. Voldemort looked down on him with furious eyes, his bleeding arm held to his side. “I think you have taken my generosity for granted, Harry,” with that, he sent a fierce backhand across the side of Harry’s face. Pain exploded in Harry’s head and he fell to the ground, letting out a high, pain-filled snarl.
“My Lord?” The familiar voice edged in on Harry’s confused consciousness, “I am sorry to interrupt, but the court advisor wishes to speak with you, he says it is a matter of some urgency.”
There was a pause, “Very well, Draco, send him in; I can call a temporary halt in Harry’s lesson.”
Voldemort turned to glare at Harry again before he returned to ‘evil-friendly-smiley mode’ as Harry was coming to think of it. “Harry, this is Stephan, he is our advisor on all things Vampire, and acts as our emissary to the vampire Council.” Voldemort gestured to a small, mousy-haired man that was bowing nervously. “Stephan, my friend, please excuse the mess, I am breaking in a new pet; these things are never tidy.”
“Of course, my Lord, I understand completely,” The voice was startling on such an ordinary man: cool and melodious in the echoy room, “I wish you well on your endeavour.”
“Thank you, Stephan, and what is this matter you need to speak with me about?” Voldemort asked.
“My Lord,” the man bowed again, “I have received an important message from the council; as a new master vampire and Sourdre de Sang, they wish to acknowledge you and meet you. They have requested that a full entourage be allowed permission to enter your lands and to partake of your hospitality for a short time.”
Voldemort nodded, his eyes narrowed, “And what precisely does this mean, Stephan?”
Now the advisor stood, looking Voldemort in the eye, “What it most likely means is that first, they seek to confirm that you are not a challenger to the council itself and do not need to be put down before you become a threat. Secondly, they will genuinely want to get to know you better – to find out your strengths, loyalties and weaknesses; you are a new player, but a powerful one which they cannot ignore. And thirdly,” here the man paused, “Well, I cannot say for certain, but the council has been restless for some time, and although no sure truths can be extracted from the inner circle, there are whispers that the council is looking for someone for some purpose; a powerful, unaffiliated master vampire.”
Voldemort raised his brows, “But you could not say why?”
The man shook his head, “Not for certain, there are too many possibilities.”
Voldemort appeared consumed by thought for a moment, “What would be the consequences of denying this request?”
“The council would most likely decide you were planning to overthrow them. Your being such a powerful vampire that has seemingly appeared from nowhere upsets them, they would probably deploy a force to destroy you immediately.”
Voldemort snarled and started pacing up and down the room, “I do not have time for this vampire foolishness! I must move soon on my attack on the wizarding world, this is no time for additional politicking!”
Everyone in the room was silent - knowing better than to interrupt a ranting evil-overlord.
“Fine!” he said finally with a violent gesture, “Tell them we accept. Lucius, Draco, make whatever preparations that are necessary.”
Everyone nodded and bowed, exiting the room.
Which left Harry and Voldemort, alone in the room. Together.
~..*..~
“Don’t put those in there.”
Nathaniel looked up from where he was about to add my best thigh-high boots to my bag, “Why not? They look so good on you.”
“Those weigh, what, three pounds? I can’t take my shotgun if I take those.”
Nathaniel paused for a moment then turned back to the case but not before I saw the corner of his mouth quirk up in a suppressed smile, “Alright,” he said.
“Are you laughing at me? You better not be laughing at me, Nathaniel,” I said crossly.
Nathaniel’s shoulders twitched but before I could say anything more Micah’s arms came around my waist and his chin came to rest on my shoulder, “Do you really think the shotgun is necessary, Anita?” he asked.
I glared at him out of the corner of my eye, “Have you ever known us to be in a hostile vampire situation where having a shotgun is not helpful?”
Micah sighed, “This isn’t really classified as a ‘hostile situation’, Anita,”
I pulled away from him, “When did you get so optimistic? It’s always a hostile situation, you know that.”
Micah looked about to say something but Nathaniel abruptly stood, “I’m going to make coffee, does anybody want some?” he said in a rush, then almost ran out of the room without even waiting for a reply.
I blinked, “What’s up with him?”
Micah frowned, “I’m not sure. It could just be this trip; he’s never been overseas before, plus Nathaniel doesn’t often get pulled into our messes so he might be a bit uncomfortable.”
I appreciated Micah saying, ‘our’ messes, not ‘your’ messes; I mean, it wasn’t usually me who started the fights. All the same, “I feel guilty involving him into this.”
Micah reached out to squeeze my left hand, “Compare his life now to what it was before you came along. I doubt he thinks you have anything to feel guilty for. Don’t deny him the right to feel like he’s part of this family and not just a responsibility.”
I frowned but Micah cut off whatever I was going to say, “C’mon, lets go get some of that coffee, we’ve still got a heap of packing to do today.”
I sighed and decided to let it go, following him back through the lounge and into the kitchen.
I was startled to see both Nathaniel and Damian in the kitchen, Damian leaning over Nathaniel’s shoulder with a comforting hand pressed into the small of Nathaniel’s back. Nathaniel had pulled the drapes throughout the room, but it was still unusual to see Damian up and about before the sun set. “Damian? Since when did you—” I was cut off by the phone ringing.
This seemed to be a day for interruptions - I glared at the phone but picked it up anyway, “Blake.”
“Anita,”
“Edward,” I was surprised, “I haven’t heard from you in a while, what’s up?” Death? Murder? Mayhem?
“I heard you were off to the U.K.,”
I raised my eyebrows, “How did you hear that?”
There was a pause, then a short laugh, “I was going to say ‘don’t ask’, but really I just bumped into Jason in the supermarket.”
I laughed, “Edward, you are losing your touch.”
“Maybe.”
We both doubted it.
“But what can I do for you? Somehow I doubt that you’re interested in the duty-free.”
“I want to come with you.”
I could feel my face go blank, Edward was a good friend, but he also happened to be a sociopathic assassin and there wasn’t much chance that his reasons for wanting to tag along were that he was interested in having a holiday. “Why would you want to do that, Edward?” I asked, my voice flat.
“Don’t panic, I’m just bored.”
“Bored?”
“Yeah, Ted’s been taking care of the family for the last three weeks and I need an excuse to go on a nice, long business trip. Since I’m looking for entertainment factor, the first person I thought of was you. I was going to call tomorrow, but when I talked to Schyler he said you were moving out already. He said the trip would probably involve more of ‘the usual sort of stuff’. I thought it sounded perfect.”
I sighed; ‘Ted’ was one of Edward’s personas. Ted was a good ‘ol boy, worked as a bounty hunter, and was engaged to a disgustingly nice woman from Santa Fe who had a fourteen year old son and a six year old daughter. What had started out as an excellent cover had ended in emotional entanglement and Edward wasn’t quite sure how to deal with the family he’d grown so attached to. I was one of the only people Edward trusted with this information. Lucky me.
“You never seem to have quite enough body-guards, Anita, so I thought you wouldn’t object to me tagging along.”
“Of course I don’t object, Edward, it would be good to have you at my back. Only problem is this is supposed to be a peaceful mission, if you’re looking for a fire-fight, in theory, this isn’t the trip for you.”
“In theory,”
There was another one of those pauses.
“...We’re heading out from the Circus at five tomorrow afternoon, I’ll tell Jean Claude to expect another passenger.”
I could almost hear Edward’s smirk, “I’ll see you then.”
I sighed and hung up the phone.
“Edward’s coming?” Micah said.
“Looks like.”
Nathaniel handed a coffee to Micah and Damian; Damian bought his cup over and gave it to me. I frowned, my interrupted thoughts returning, “Damian, you’re up early.”
Damian nodded, “Nathaniel called me,”
I looked at Nathaniel and he turned to face me, pressing back against the counter, “You’ve been pretty busy with learning to control the ardeur and your police cases and things, Anita, but for the last few weeks Damian and I have been trying to figure out how being bound to each other affects us.” Nathaniel explained.
I was surprised – and a little guilty. The last couple of years had been pretty crazy for me; vampires, were-animals, all kinds of metaphysical mysteries. And to be honest, I had been so caught up in my own confusion and angst, it hadn’t even occurred to me to think about how these two almost complete strangers would deal with the fact that I had bound their minds and hearts together – perhaps for eternity. I loved Nathaniel, and I had known Damian for a while, but when I first bound them, they were only acquaintances to each other. Now they were closer than brothers. Their strongest emotions -fear, anger, love, hate- would echo between them for the rest of their lives. I had rebelled against being bound like that to two men I loved, how would it feel to be bound to a stranger?
I opened my mouth to apologise, but I saw Micah shaking his head at me from behind Nathaniel. I shut my mouth with a snap.
Nathaniel smiled at me faintly - as if he knew every thought that had passed through my head even though I knew he hadn’t accessed the marks, “Anyway, we’ve been practicing how our emotions and reactions and instincts affect each other. One thing we noticed fairly early was that if I was upset I could wake Damian without even really noticing. We’ve been working on both doing it deliberately and preventing it on purpose. Today was a wake-up day.” He gave Damian an odd look that wasn’t quite a smile but wasn’t not-one either.
Damian obviously noticed my confusion, because he clearly changed the subject, “Quite apart from that, I needed to get ready for our trip. I need to prepare my things both here and from the Circus.”
“Do you need to feed now, Damian?” Micah asked.
“Jason and Gregory are popping around in an hour, Gregory said he’d be happy to feed Damian.” Nathaniel said.
I tuned out the conversation; it was amazing how your life could change so much in such a short time, amazing what sort of things could become the comforting background noise of life. As I watched three of the men in my life talking and moving comfortably around each other in the kitchen, I was quietly stunned by the normality of it all.
And what I would be prepared to do to protect it.
~..*..~
“Now, Potter, I do believe we were interrupted,”
Harry’s eyes lingered on the closed doors to the cavernous hall, half-hoping that someone would come back to interrupt once more.
“Look at me when I speak to you, boy!”
Harry flinched and turned back to the Dark Lord. This whole saga had started out as fairly surreal but Harry was starting to come to grips with the fact that yes, he really had been captured by Voldemort and no, it didn’t look like rescue was particularly imminent and yes, it did seem that Voldemort was a vampire with strange sex-magic abilities.
Fuck.
“You really aren’t going to kill me, are you?” It had never occurred to Harry in his wildest nightmares that given the opportunity, Voldemort would refrain from killing him; he didn’t know how to cope with this change. No one from the Order was here, he hadn’t even seen Snape; he had no way of killing Voldemort without his wand, so what was he supposed to do?
Voldemort smiled that nastily nice smile of his, “I’m sorry, Harry, terribly shocked are you?”
“Well... yeah, I- I don’t know what you want.”
Voldemort looked surprised, “What I want, Harry? I would think that was obvious by now.” He turned and moved to stand beside his throne, stroking an arm-rest fondly. “I want, Harry, to rule.
“I want to command and be obeyed, I want to choose and be followed, I want everyone to be unable to do a single thing without my permission.” He swirled around to look at Harry, “I am the greatest thing this pitiful magical community has seen in years: the leaders they elect are fools – I will take away their choice; the decisions they make are fearful and timid – I will decide for them. The world of magic will be stronger than ever before under my rule, under my power. THAT is what I want.”
He stalked down the aisle and snatched Harry’s hair, pulling his head back, “And you, my little kitty-cat, you I want because the people will lose heart without you, Dumbledore will not be able to hold morale when even the Boy Who Lived is not safe – if their little hope for salvation is gone. Desperate people can fight and win sometimes, but hopeless people simply die.”
Harry tried to flinch away but Voldemort merely traced a long finger over Harry’s cheek then grazed his thumb over Harry’s lips, “And besides that, you are incredibly convenient to help me solve a little problem of mine.”
It was impossible to break away from the firm grip, so Harry stopped trying and asked, “What problem?”
Voldemort’s gaze was locked on Harry’s lips and Harry fought the instinct to lick them out of sheer nervousness, eventually Voldemort pulled away and frowned down at the kneeling Gryffindor. “I’ve been a vampire for over a year now, Harry. It’s been a difficult secret to keep, but necessary. I used many complicated spells and potions to make sure I rose to a level of Vampirism where I could not be controlled by the vampire who made me, but this meant there was a... steep learning curve, if you like. It took me a long time to figure out one of my most unique talents.
“Most master vampires have special talents, and many have talents that are specific to them and no other vampire. It would seem that while I inherited a talent of my maker Belle Morte that is both fearsome and unpredictable, I developed a way of dealing with that power that is unique to me. But to make it work, I needed someone who was both powerful enough to not be a liability, but also vulnerable to my power. You, Potter, fit very nicely into my requirements.”
Harry was confused, “But what does that mean?”
“It means, Potter, that I will feed the ardeur, but you will feel its symptoms. You will be the one overcome by its crushing need while my mind remains clear.”
The ardeur? Harry was about to interrupt before Voldemort continued, “The downside – and there is always a downside, my dear Harry, is that while I will be clear of mind at all other times, I will become terribly addicted to your pretty flesh.”
“You what!?”
Voldemort smiled, “I will become addicted to you, Harry, and will need to have lots of disturbing vampire sex with you to appease my longing.” Voldemort bent down to look Harry in the eye, “Do you want me to show you?”
Eeek!
Harry let out a noise reminiscent of a small, startled mouse and leant back slightly, “Um; thanks and all, but I think I’ll pass if you don’t mind. I mean, you’re really hot and all that, Tom, but you’re kind of evil and I don’t think the disturbing vampire sex is really my thing.”
A scowl blackened Voldemort’s forehead, “Despite all evidence to the contrary,” he said.
Harry blushed.
“You certainly have nerve, Potter, addressing me by my Muggle name,” Voldemort stood,” Which reminds me that we were in the middle of you being punished, weren’t we. Let’s kill two birds with one stone.” With that said he grabbed Harry’s hand and Apparated them both out of the dark throne room.
~..*..~
Harry stumbled a bit as they appeared in a new room, he wouldn’t get his Apparation licence until he was back at school so he still wasn’t used to being magically yanked through time and space. The room echoed the tastes of the cavernous ballroom - but without the cave part; from the glimpses Harry saw of the moonlit night outside, they were directly above his own room. The floors were made of wooden panelling with thick, creamy rugs scattered everywhere. The wooden panelling continued half-way up the walls then the rest of the wall was painted forest green. Darker green curtains hung at the windows. The room was dominated by a huge four-poster bed, but there were also several bookshelves, a desk and a fireplace with a couch and two chairs.
“Do you like the decor?”
Harry blinked and turned back to Voldemort who still had a firm grip on Harry’s arm. “I admit the black bed-linen could be a bit cliché, and the green-theme runs the risk of being a tad... Christmassy,” Voldemort said, waving a vague hand at his own red eyes, “But it makes the place feel homey.”
Harry stared. Insanity? Check.
“Most vampires sleep underground. Protection from the sun and all. This room is a statement that I am not cowed by such things.”
“What if someone broke the sun-protective spells on the windows?” Harry asked.
Voldemort frowned, “I cast the spells myself.” When Harry didn’t respond he explained further, “There is no one powerful enough to break my spell-casting.” He said matter-of-factly.
Harry was about to argue but he snapped his mouth closed, he could almost hear his mother’s voice saying in his head, “Don’t argue with evil megalomaniacs, Harry.”
Except that his mother had never said that. She’d never had the chance to teach him anything.
Pain so familiar but always so powerful seized him, tensing his muscles and closing his throat.
The Dark Lord tipped his head to the side, his curls falling over his cheek, catching the light, “What are you thinking of, little one, that causes you so much pain?” Harry felt the now-constant presence in his mind brush across his thoughts. “Ah. The mother. The parents. Amazing that you still mourn them so, Harry; your parents who put their loyalty to Dumbledore and his war above their own child’s safety.”
Harry gasped and glared up at his enemy, “How dare you!”
Voldemort smiled and captured Harry’s other arm, pulling him closer, “I dare because they are not here, and you are. Here in my power, it proves that I have been utterly right, since the beginning. They are dead, you are mine, just as you should always have been.”
Harry tugged ineffectually at the strong grip, “What are you saying?” Then, biting his lip, he looked up and asked the question that had haunted him ever since he was thirteen, the question Dumbledore had refused to answer. “Why did you come after my parents?” The memory of their protesting voices had haunted him ever since he had encountered the Dementors that ripped his worst memory to the surface, “Why did you want to kill me so much you would let them, your enemies, live?”
Voldemort’s lips twitched but he answered seriously, “You were a special child, Harry, prophesies were made when you were conceived, prophesies that said you would be an extraordinarily powerful child – a child with the power to change the tide of war.
“Dumbledore wanted to mould you for his own purposes but I couldn’t let that happen. I told your parents that if they submitted to me I would let all three of you live, but if they continued to defy me I would kill you. They were so arrogant they refused and hid - as if Dumbledore could protect them from me! Even in the end they sought only to distract me till Dumbledore could arrive and save you all. I killed them and then tried to kill you. Luck saved you then, but I am glad for it; I realise now that I should have taken you as my own then and there. My magic is powerful enough to overcome such a foolish magic as voluntary sacrificial-death protection charms, but my magic was weakened by trying to harm another being that resonated on the same magical plane as myself - you were always meant to be mine, Harry, I see that now.”
Harry stood, transfixed, while his mind echoed insubstantial denials, frozen as the man who had haunted him for the last seven years leant down and gently kissed him.
Time, life and thought all seemed to freeze. The moment hung in silence.
Warmth. A glowing, encompassing warmth began to fill Harry, slowly, then faster until it bloomed in his mind like a flower, tangible and almost painful. Harry gasped and pulled away from the lips he had been almost No! leaning into.
Voldemort’s eyes narrowed and his hands tightened on Harry’s wrists, “Stop fighting, Harry, it’s time for your punishment, it’s time for us to finish this.”
“No! I don’t belong to you! You don’t have the right I won’t- Ah!” Harry gasped – pure, shocking pleasure had just run through him like silken fire. “What- oh!” This time his fingers twitched and he sucked in a breath at the hammer of heat shooting down to his groin.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying, Harry?” Harry couldn’t prevent a moan as Voldemort’s hands caressed his shoulders, making the bare skin tingle and burn. He turned to look up into the amused red eyes, loss and helplessness eating at his soul.
Voldemort caressed Harry’s cheek with his thumb, “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll take good care of you.”
Harry tried to focus around the ever-growing pressure, the desperate desire to sink into the figure beside him, skin touching skin and lips and tongues and- “What are you doing to me?” he whispered.
Voldemort leant down slightly, his breath ghosting across Harry’s cheek, “This is the ardeur, little one; the demon of desire that shall soon be your lifelong companion. It burns and consumes and only sleeps once it has taken what it needs. It will overcome your considerable will and I shall feed upon your surrender.”
Harry whimpered and tried to pull away again but a warm tongue left him trembling as it swept up the shell of his ear, “Why are you doing this to me?” he whispered.
Voldemort grasped Harry’s jaw and turned him to face him, his lips stopping a bare centimetre away from Harry’s. “Because I can.” He said and reached down to splay a hand on Harry’s lower back. An enormous flood of power and heat crashed into Harry at the touch just as the Dark Lord captured Harry’s lips with his own.
Harry screamed and his body arched into his enemy - his mind disconnected from reality as it was eclipsed by, heat heat, pleasure pleasure, more more MORE! His hands reached up and dived into silken black hair, his mouth surrendered to a probing hot tongue, twining it with his own.
Harry barely heard the moan that resonated through the other man, hands gripped his hips and Harry eagerly moved up and closer, his legs twining around Voldemort’s waist. Now with a better vantage point, he wrapped his arms across Voldemort’s neck and shoulders, deepening the kiss.
A very small part of Harry’s mind was screaming, screaming protest; confusion; anger, but this voice couldn’t make its way through the haze of burning fire that consumed him. The fire demanded hot flesh and gasping breath. It demanded lips and tongue and skin. It called him to the dark figure in the room like a dog on a leash.
{Total surrender.}
Harry opened his eyes as he came up to gasp for breath. Black-lashed eyes opened slowly to reveal burning fire that matched the one which raged inside him. Lush lips curved in a sensual smile, “Harry,” the sinful voice whispered across Harry’s skin.
Dazed by heat, Harry barely felt the tug within him that ordered the answering sound to fall from his lips: “Master.”
Blood-red eyes flashed and a hand tugged him down to the embrace of hot lips once more. Harry moaned... {Total surrender}.
Hands ran over his body, skin touched skin and Harry cried out with desire. Bursts of pain came and went, sharpening the edges of pleasure as his master ran sharp bites all over Harry’s skin; Harry didn’t care so long as that mouth came back to his eventually, so long as lips and tongues and blood could collide once more.
When Harry opened his eyes next, surprise registered somewhere beyond his gasping and twisting body. At some point they must have both had reached the bed and removed all articles of clothing because Harry was lying on his back, arching up into the body above him. Harry met red eyes again as pleasure thudded into him. Harry groaned and leant his head back before pure shock almost managed to tip him out of the passion haze he was in.
Pleasure wasn’t the only thing thudding into him.
Holy crap! Voldemort is fucking me!
Harry let out a yelp and managed to get up on one elbow before that slick heat slid into him again, sending a wave of ecstasy so sweet he fell back onto the mattress in utter helplessness.
Voldemort leaned down to whisper into Harry’s ear, “Is everything alright, Harry?” Harry could hear the laughter in that voice.
The tiny part of Harry’s mind that was still wailing in protest screamed ‘Bastard! Pervert! Evil, Murderous, Dark Scum!’ But Harry could only press the side of his face into the mattress, his fingers twisting in the sheets, a single word slipping out, “Harder,” he whispered.
A ripple passed through the body above him, “What was that, Harry?” Harry could feel the eyes, lit with laughter upon him, but the burning was becoming strong once more. Harry could tell it was angry at the momentary pause in the action; it was seizing control of him again and Harry knew it would not stop until it got what it wanted. “Harder,” his voice a little louder now, “Please!”
Lips caressed Harry’s ear and jaw line, “As you wish, little one.”
Pleasure. Pain. Heat. Harry moaned as each thrust crashed into him, sending trembling echoes like a gong through his whole flesh. Aching, searing sensation overwhelmed every one of his senses.
“Open your eyes.”
Harry moaned and looked up into the stunning, exotic face. The ruby eyes pinned him, left him gasping for breath. Harry only just felt it when long fingers surrounded his cock, “Surrender to me.”
Harry screamed and arched off the bed as the sensations of pleasure spiked, running through him like a dagger as his body exploded; in that moment he felt something very strange shift deep within him, click into place. But as he drifted away into darkness, all he could still see was smiling lips and red red red.
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Quick Summary: (Crossover fic: Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake universe) Voldemort’sturned into sexy vampire, (Oooo!) Harry gets captured, (Oh Noes!) Chaos ensues (Aaah!) Contains: kitties, guns, Anita (+ gang), sex, biting, and a profusion of swearing. Enjoy!
Title: Dry My Tears (Harry Potter and Anita Blake crossover)
Pairings: Harry/Voldemort, Draco/Jason, Anita/all her usuals as of Incubus Dreams
Rating: Offically upgraded to R18 (NC17) from now on!
Warnings: Non-con, Ardeur, Voldemort, violence
Setting: 7th year following HP cannon till end of GoF, AB cannon till end of Incubus Dreams
Extras: My character guide for Anita Blake series can be found here.
Dry My Tears
A Harry Potter and Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Crossover Fanfiction
By Page Russet
Chapter Four
A Harry Potter and Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Crossover Fanfiction
By Page Russet
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, Laurell K. Hamilton, and other publishers, no money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A\N for this chapter: Just a brief note for the Potter fans – this is an alternate universe to HP cannon (well, obviously, but) this Alternatey-ness is not overly obvious, but one of the key things is that the prophesy mentioned in this chapter is NOT the same one as in Order of the Phoenix. I’ll go into more detail later but yeah, I just wanted to make that clear because... well, Voldemort is ‘dead’ now and he didn’t die at Harry’s hand so that prophesy wouldn’t work anyway. But yeah, there will be more on this prophesy in later chapters.
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Harry winced and tore his eyes away from the merciless stare.
Rippling echoes of laughter spilled through his mind as Voldemort slid his fingers up into Harry’s hair and faced his followers, “Now then, I am afraid to say that some of you; my friends, my followers, my loyal allies... some of you... doubted me.” The voice changed to cutting ice.
“Some of you doubted my power. Some of you doubted my sanity, my mind, my abilities...” With a final, fond caress through Harry’s hair, Voldemort spun away and walked up the steps to his throne, turning to watch the nervously shifting crowd, “Some of you thought I would never have the power to get past Dumbledore’s protection. Some of you thought I, your Lord did not have the power to defeat this child.”
Harry shivered, Voldemort’s voice was burning and freezing all at once; the Death Eaters were shifting, wincing, edging away from the throne. Harry only wished he could do the same thing.
Voldemort sat down on the throne and glared at the masses. “All those that doubted? See now, the strength of my power.”
“Look at me, Harry.”
No no no no no nononononono—
“Look at me, Harry.”
NO, please nono no no no!
A surge of will. Harry gasped. Red eyes filled his vision.
“Come to me, Harry Potter,” Voldemort said aloud.
Harry swayed as a wave of power swept over him, thousands of pinpricks of energy jostled around inside him. Sensation became his only reality. Light; darkness; hot, cold; soft, hard; a smell like lilies and snakes; the touch of flesh, soft and tender; heat consuming; the thick swishing and thudding of beating hearts, and redredredredred.
Harry came to with a gasp. Opening his eyes he yelped and almost fell backwards with shock. Powerfully strong arms grasped him and moved him to fit against a warm side.
Please tell me I was not just kissing the Dark Lord Voldemort. Please please please sweet merlin please.
Surely this was a dream; surely Harry hadn’t just woken to find himself, sitting in Voldemort’s lap in front of an assembly of several hundred Death Eaters with his lips tenderly pressing against the Dark Lord’s?
Oh dear Merlin please no.
Amused laughter trickled through Harry’s mind again, “Very soon your denials are going to stop working, my pet. What will you do then, little Harry?”
I don’t know. I have no idea. I’ll explode or die or-
The arm around his waist tightened, “Nothing so easy for you, little one, I am not going to let you escape so lightly.” Voldemort turned to look at him for a moment, “You have been a thorn in my side for some time, Harry Potter; I will not allow you the simple release of a broken mind. Instead you will burn in an eternity of shame; knowing I, your enemy, am truly your Master.”
The delighted smile that spread across rosy lips made Harry tremble in fear.
Voldemort faced his followers again, “You see? It is true that Harry Potter is a powerful wizard; I faced him several times, underestimating his strength. But now I have unleashed my full strength upon him and like all who dare defy me, his will is blown away like autumn leaves under the onslaught of my mind.
“It would be wise, my fickle followers, to remember this day.” Voldemort finished.
~..*..~
They had waited silently as the Death Eaters emptied from the hall. Harry had abruptly realised at one point that Draco and Lucius were standing just behind and to each side of the throne, he was rather embarrassed that he’d been so caught up with Voldemort that he hadn’t even noticed they were there. As soon as the last Death Eater left, Harry started squirming and tried to escape from Voldemort’s grip.
“Let me go!”
Voldemort looked at him in mild surprise, “I don’t think so, Harry,”
Harry snarled, “You’ve had your fun - you’ve showed off your new power for all your little friends, you made your point now let me GO!” Harry could feel something crazy sliding up inside him, something saying, trapped, scared, run run rip tear kill! With claws he didn’t remember having before he tore into the arm around his waist. Voldemort flinched for a moment, and that was all Harry needed to launch out of the chair and tumble down the steps. Scrabbling onto his feet he was beginning to make blindly for the door before a force like hitting a blank wall stopped him short. He let out a small yelp and crumpled to the floor helplessly.
A shadow loomed over him and Harry sucked in a breath, pressing himself into the floor. A vicious hand caught in his hair and pulled him to his knees. Voldemort looked down on him with furious eyes, his bleeding arm held to his side. “I think you have taken my generosity for granted, Harry,” with that, he sent a fierce backhand across the side of Harry’s face. Pain exploded in Harry’s head and he fell to the ground, letting out a high, pain-filled snarl.
“My Lord?” The familiar voice edged in on Harry’s confused consciousness, “I am sorry to interrupt, but the court advisor wishes to speak with you, he says it is a matter of some urgency.”
There was a pause, “Very well, Draco, send him in; I can call a temporary halt in Harry’s lesson.”
Voldemort turned to glare at Harry again before he returned to ‘evil-friendly-smiley mode’ as Harry was coming to think of it. “Harry, this is Stephan, he is our advisor on all things Vampire, and acts as our emissary to the vampire Council.” Voldemort gestured to a small, mousy-haired man that was bowing nervously. “Stephan, my friend, please excuse the mess, I am breaking in a new pet; these things are never tidy.”
“Of course, my Lord, I understand completely,” The voice was startling on such an ordinary man: cool and melodious in the echoy room, “I wish you well on your endeavour.”
“Thank you, Stephan, and what is this matter you need to speak with me about?” Voldemort asked.
“My Lord,” the man bowed again, “I have received an important message from the council; as a new master vampire and Sourdre de Sang, they wish to acknowledge you and meet you. They have requested that a full entourage be allowed permission to enter your lands and to partake of your hospitality for a short time.”
Voldemort nodded, his eyes narrowed, “And what precisely does this mean, Stephan?”
Now the advisor stood, looking Voldemort in the eye, “What it most likely means is that first, they seek to confirm that you are not a challenger to the council itself and do not need to be put down before you become a threat. Secondly, they will genuinely want to get to know you better – to find out your strengths, loyalties and weaknesses; you are a new player, but a powerful one which they cannot ignore. And thirdly,” here the man paused, “Well, I cannot say for certain, but the council has been restless for some time, and although no sure truths can be extracted from the inner circle, there are whispers that the council is looking for someone for some purpose; a powerful, unaffiliated master vampire.”
Voldemort raised his brows, “But you could not say why?”
The man shook his head, “Not for certain, there are too many possibilities.”
Voldemort appeared consumed by thought for a moment, “What would be the consequences of denying this request?”
“The council would most likely decide you were planning to overthrow them. Your being such a powerful vampire that has seemingly appeared from nowhere upsets them, they would probably deploy a force to destroy you immediately.”
Voldemort snarled and started pacing up and down the room, “I do not have time for this vampire foolishness! I must move soon on my attack on the wizarding world, this is no time for additional politicking!”
Everyone in the room was silent - knowing better than to interrupt a ranting evil-overlord.
“Fine!” he said finally with a violent gesture, “Tell them we accept. Lucius, Draco, make whatever preparations that are necessary.”
Everyone nodded and bowed, exiting the room.
Which left Harry and Voldemort, alone in the room. Together.
~..*..~
“Don’t put those in there.”
Nathaniel looked up from where he was about to add my best thigh-high boots to my bag, “Why not? They look so good on you.”
“Those weigh, what, three pounds? I can’t take my shotgun if I take those.”
Nathaniel paused for a moment then turned back to the case but not before I saw the corner of his mouth quirk up in a suppressed smile, “Alright,” he said.
“Are you laughing at me? You better not be laughing at me, Nathaniel,” I said crossly.
Nathaniel’s shoulders twitched but before I could say anything more Micah’s arms came around my waist and his chin came to rest on my shoulder, “Do you really think the shotgun is necessary, Anita?” he asked.
I glared at him out of the corner of my eye, “Have you ever known us to be in a hostile vampire situation where having a shotgun is not helpful?”
Micah sighed, “This isn’t really classified as a ‘hostile situation’, Anita,”
I pulled away from him, “When did you get so optimistic? It’s always a hostile situation, you know that.”
Micah looked about to say something but Nathaniel abruptly stood, “I’m going to make coffee, does anybody want some?” he said in a rush, then almost ran out of the room without even waiting for a reply.
I blinked, “What’s up with him?”
Micah frowned, “I’m not sure. It could just be this trip; he’s never been overseas before, plus Nathaniel doesn’t often get pulled into our messes so he might be a bit uncomfortable.”
I appreciated Micah saying, ‘our’ messes, not ‘your’ messes; I mean, it wasn’t usually me who started the fights. All the same, “I feel guilty involving him into this.”
Micah reached out to squeeze my left hand, “Compare his life now to what it was before you came along. I doubt he thinks you have anything to feel guilty for. Don’t deny him the right to feel like he’s part of this family and not just a responsibility.”
I frowned but Micah cut off whatever I was going to say, “C’mon, lets go get some of that coffee, we’ve still got a heap of packing to do today.”
I sighed and decided to let it go, following him back through the lounge and into the kitchen.
I was startled to see both Nathaniel and Damian in the kitchen, Damian leaning over Nathaniel’s shoulder with a comforting hand pressed into the small of Nathaniel’s back. Nathaniel had pulled the drapes throughout the room, but it was still unusual to see Damian up and about before the sun set. “Damian? Since when did you—” I was cut off by the phone ringing.
This seemed to be a day for interruptions - I glared at the phone but picked it up anyway, “Blake.”
“Anita,”
“Edward,” I was surprised, “I haven’t heard from you in a while, what’s up?” Death? Murder? Mayhem?
“I heard you were off to the U.K.,”
I raised my eyebrows, “How did you hear that?”
There was a pause, then a short laugh, “I was going to say ‘don’t ask’, but really I just bumped into Jason in the supermarket.”
I laughed, “Edward, you are losing your touch.”
“Maybe.”
We both doubted it.
“But what can I do for you? Somehow I doubt that you’re interested in the duty-free.”
“I want to come with you.”
I could feel my face go blank, Edward was a good friend, but he also happened to be a sociopathic assassin and there wasn’t much chance that his reasons for wanting to tag along were that he was interested in having a holiday. “Why would you want to do that, Edward?” I asked, my voice flat.
“Don’t panic, I’m just bored.”
“Bored?”
“Yeah, Ted’s been taking care of the family for the last three weeks and I need an excuse to go on a nice, long business trip. Since I’m looking for entertainment factor, the first person I thought of was you. I was going to call tomorrow, but when I talked to Schyler he said you were moving out already. He said the trip would probably involve more of ‘the usual sort of stuff’. I thought it sounded perfect.”
I sighed; ‘Ted’ was one of Edward’s personas. Ted was a good ‘ol boy, worked as a bounty hunter, and was engaged to a disgustingly nice woman from Santa Fe who had a fourteen year old son and a six year old daughter. What had started out as an excellent cover had ended in emotional entanglement and Edward wasn’t quite sure how to deal with the family he’d grown so attached to. I was one of the only people Edward trusted with this information. Lucky me.
“You never seem to have quite enough body-guards, Anita, so I thought you wouldn’t object to me tagging along.”
“Of course I don’t object, Edward, it would be good to have you at my back. Only problem is this is supposed to be a peaceful mission, if you’re looking for a fire-fight, in theory, this isn’t the trip for you.”
“In theory,”
There was another one of those pauses.
“...We’re heading out from the Circus at five tomorrow afternoon, I’ll tell Jean Claude to expect another passenger.”
I could almost hear Edward’s smirk, “I’ll see you then.”
I sighed and hung up the phone.
“Edward’s coming?” Micah said.
“Looks like.”
Nathaniel handed a coffee to Micah and Damian; Damian bought his cup over and gave it to me. I frowned, my interrupted thoughts returning, “Damian, you’re up early.”
Damian nodded, “Nathaniel called me,”
I looked at Nathaniel and he turned to face me, pressing back against the counter, “You’ve been pretty busy with learning to control the ardeur and your police cases and things, Anita, but for the last few weeks Damian and I have been trying to figure out how being bound to each other affects us.” Nathaniel explained.
I was surprised – and a little guilty. The last couple of years had been pretty crazy for me; vampires, were-animals, all kinds of metaphysical mysteries. And to be honest, I had been so caught up in my own confusion and angst, it hadn’t even occurred to me to think about how these two almost complete strangers would deal with the fact that I had bound their minds and hearts together – perhaps for eternity. I loved Nathaniel, and I had known Damian for a while, but when I first bound them, they were only acquaintances to each other. Now they were closer than brothers. Their strongest emotions -fear, anger, love, hate- would echo between them for the rest of their lives. I had rebelled against being bound like that to two men I loved, how would it feel to be bound to a stranger?
I opened my mouth to apologise, but I saw Micah shaking his head at me from behind Nathaniel. I shut my mouth with a snap.
Nathaniel smiled at me faintly - as if he knew every thought that had passed through my head even though I knew he hadn’t accessed the marks, “Anyway, we’ve been practicing how our emotions and reactions and instincts affect each other. One thing we noticed fairly early was that if I was upset I could wake Damian without even really noticing. We’ve been working on both doing it deliberately and preventing it on purpose. Today was a wake-up day.” He gave Damian an odd look that wasn’t quite a smile but wasn’t not-one either.
Damian obviously noticed my confusion, because he clearly changed the subject, “Quite apart from that, I needed to get ready for our trip. I need to prepare my things both here and from the Circus.”
“Do you need to feed now, Damian?” Micah asked.
“Jason and Gregory are popping around in an hour, Gregory said he’d be happy to feed Damian.” Nathaniel said.
I tuned out the conversation; it was amazing how your life could change so much in such a short time, amazing what sort of things could become the comforting background noise of life. As I watched three of the men in my life talking and moving comfortably around each other in the kitchen, I was quietly stunned by the normality of it all.
And what I would be prepared to do to protect it.
~..*..~
“Now, Potter, I do believe we were interrupted,”
Harry’s eyes lingered on the closed doors to the cavernous hall, half-hoping that someone would come back to interrupt once more.
“Look at me when I speak to you, boy!”
Harry flinched and turned back to the Dark Lord. This whole saga had started out as fairly surreal but Harry was starting to come to grips with the fact that yes, he really had been captured by Voldemort and no, it didn’t look like rescue was particularly imminent and yes, it did seem that Voldemort was a vampire with strange sex-magic abilities.
Fuck.
“You really aren’t going to kill me, are you?” It had never occurred to Harry in his wildest nightmares that given the opportunity, Voldemort would refrain from killing him; he didn’t know how to cope with this change. No one from the Order was here, he hadn’t even seen Snape; he had no way of killing Voldemort without his wand, so what was he supposed to do?
Voldemort smiled that nastily nice smile of his, “I’m sorry, Harry, terribly shocked are you?”
“Well... yeah, I- I don’t know what you want.”
Voldemort looked surprised, “What I want, Harry? I would think that was obvious by now.” He turned and moved to stand beside his throne, stroking an arm-rest fondly. “I want, Harry, to rule.
“I want to command and be obeyed, I want to choose and be followed, I want everyone to be unable to do a single thing without my permission.” He swirled around to look at Harry, “I am the greatest thing this pitiful magical community has seen in years: the leaders they elect are fools – I will take away their choice; the decisions they make are fearful and timid – I will decide for them. The world of magic will be stronger than ever before under my rule, under my power. THAT is what I want.”
He stalked down the aisle and snatched Harry’s hair, pulling his head back, “And you, my little kitty-cat, you I want because the people will lose heart without you, Dumbledore will not be able to hold morale when even the Boy Who Lived is not safe – if their little hope for salvation is gone. Desperate people can fight and win sometimes, but hopeless people simply die.”
Harry tried to flinch away but Voldemort merely traced a long finger over Harry’s cheek then grazed his thumb over Harry’s lips, “And besides that, you are incredibly convenient to help me solve a little problem of mine.”
It was impossible to break away from the firm grip, so Harry stopped trying and asked, “What problem?”
Voldemort’s gaze was locked on Harry’s lips and Harry fought the instinct to lick them out of sheer nervousness, eventually Voldemort pulled away and frowned down at the kneeling Gryffindor. “I’ve been a vampire for over a year now, Harry. It’s been a difficult secret to keep, but necessary. I used many complicated spells and potions to make sure I rose to a level of Vampirism where I could not be controlled by the vampire who made me, but this meant there was a... steep learning curve, if you like. It took me a long time to figure out one of my most unique talents.
“Most master vampires have special talents, and many have talents that are specific to them and no other vampire. It would seem that while I inherited a talent of my maker Belle Morte that is both fearsome and unpredictable, I developed a way of dealing with that power that is unique to me. But to make it work, I needed someone who was both powerful enough to not be a liability, but also vulnerable to my power. You, Potter, fit very nicely into my requirements.”
Harry was confused, “But what does that mean?”
“It means, Potter, that I will feed the ardeur, but you will feel its symptoms. You will be the one overcome by its crushing need while my mind remains clear.”
The ardeur? Harry was about to interrupt before Voldemort continued, “The downside – and there is always a downside, my dear Harry, is that while I will be clear of mind at all other times, I will become terribly addicted to your pretty flesh.”
“You what!?”
Voldemort smiled, “I will become addicted to you, Harry, and will need to have lots of disturbing vampire sex with you to appease my longing.” Voldemort bent down to look Harry in the eye, “Do you want me to show you?”
Eeek!
Harry let out a noise reminiscent of a small, startled mouse and leant back slightly, “Um; thanks and all, but I think I’ll pass if you don’t mind. I mean, you’re really hot and all that, Tom, but you’re kind of evil and I don’t think the disturbing vampire sex is really my thing.”
A scowl blackened Voldemort’s forehead, “Despite all evidence to the contrary,” he said.
Harry blushed.
“You certainly have nerve, Potter, addressing me by my Muggle name,” Voldemort stood,” Which reminds me that we were in the middle of you being punished, weren’t we. Let’s kill two birds with one stone.” With that said he grabbed Harry’s hand and Apparated them both out of the dark throne room.
~..*..~
Harry stumbled a bit as they appeared in a new room, he wouldn’t get his Apparation licence until he was back at school so he still wasn’t used to being magically yanked through time and space. The room echoed the tastes of the cavernous ballroom - but without the cave part; from the glimpses Harry saw of the moonlit night outside, they were directly above his own room. The floors were made of wooden panelling with thick, creamy rugs scattered everywhere. The wooden panelling continued half-way up the walls then the rest of the wall was painted forest green. Darker green curtains hung at the windows. The room was dominated by a huge four-poster bed, but there were also several bookshelves, a desk and a fireplace with a couch and two chairs.
“Do you like the decor?”
Harry blinked and turned back to Voldemort who still had a firm grip on Harry’s arm. “I admit the black bed-linen could be a bit cliché, and the green-theme runs the risk of being a tad... Christmassy,” Voldemort said, waving a vague hand at his own red eyes, “But it makes the place feel homey.”
Harry stared. Insanity? Check.
“Most vampires sleep underground. Protection from the sun and all. This room is a statement that I am not cowed by such things.”
“What if someone broke the sun-protective spells on the windows?” Harry asked.
Voldemort frowned, “I cast the spells myself.” When Harry didn’t respond he explained further, “There is no one powerful enough to break my spell-casting.” He said matter-of-factly.
Harry was about to argue but he snapped his mouth closed, he could almost hear his mother’s voice saying in his head, “Don’t argue with evil megalomaniacs, Harry.”
Except that his mother had never said that. She’d never had the chance to teach him anything.
Pain so familiar but always so powerful seized him, tensing his muscles and closing his throat.
The Dark Lord tipped his head to the side, his curls falling over his cheek, catching the light, “What are you thinking of, little one, that causes you so much pain?” Harry felt the now-constant presence in his mind brush across his thoughts. “Ah. The mother. The parents. Amazing that you still mourn them so, Harry; your parents who put their loyalty to Dumbledore and his war above their own child’s safety.”
Harry gasped and glared up at his enemy, “How dare you!”
Voldemort smiled and captured Harry’s other arm, pulling him closer, “I dare because they are not here, and you are. Here in my power, it proves that I have been utterly right, since the beginning. They are dead, you are mine, just as you should always have been.”
Harry tugged ineffectually at the strong grip, “What are you saying?” Then, biting his lip, he looked up and asked the question that had haunted him ever since he was thirteen, the question Dumbledore had refused to answer. “Why did you come after my parents?” The memory of their protesting voices had haunted him ever since he had encountered the Dementors that ripped his worst memory to the surface, “Why did you want to kill me so much you would let them, your enemies, live?”
Voldemort’s lips twitched but he answered seriously, “You were a special child, Harry, prophesies were made when you were conceived, prophesies that said you would be an extraordinarily powerful child – a child with the power to change the tide of war.
“Dumbledore wanted to mould you for his own purposes but I couldn’t let that happen. I told your parents that if they submitted to me I would let all three of you live, but if they continued to defy me I would kill you. They were so arrogant they refused and hid - as if Dumbledore could protect them from me! Even in the end they sought only to distract me till Dumbledore could arrive and save you all. I killed them and then tried to kill you. Luck saved you then, but I am glad for it; I realise now that I should have taken you as my own then and there. My magic is powerful enough to overcome such a foolish magic as voluntary sacrificial-death protection charms, but my magic was weakened by trying to harm another being that resonated on the same magical plane as myself - you were always meant to be mine, Harry, I see that now.”
Harry stood, transfixed, while his mind echoed insubstantial denials, frozen as the man who had haunted him for the last seven years leant down and gently kissed him.
Time, life and thought all seemed to freeze. The moment hung in silence.
Warmth. A glowing, encompassing warmth began to fill Harry, slowly, then faster until it bloomed in his mind like a flower, tangible and almost painful. Harry gasped and pulled away from the lips he had been almost No! leaning into.
Voldemort’s eyes narrowed and his hands tightened on Harry’s wrists, “Stop fighting, Harry, it’s time for your punishment, it’s time for us to finish this.”
“No! I don’t belong to you! You don’t have the right I won’t- Ah!” Harry gasped – pure, shocking pleasure had just run through him like silken fire. “What- oh!” This time his fingers twitched and he sucked in a breath at the hammer of heat shooting down to his groin.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying, Harry?” Harry couldn’t prevent a moan as Voldemort’s hands caressed his shoulders, making the bare skin tingle and burn. He turned to look up into the amused red eyes, loss and helplessness eating at his soul.
Voldemort caressed Harry’s cheek with his thumb, “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll take good care of you.”
Harry tried to focus around the ever-growing pressure, the desperate desire to sink into the figure beside him, skin touching skin and lips and tongues and- “What are you doing to me?” he whispered.
Voldemort leant down slightly, his breath ghosting across Harry’s cheek, “This is the ardeur, little one; the demon of desire that shall soon be your lifelong companion. It burns and consumes and only sleeps once it has taken what it needs. It will overcome your considerable will and I shall feed upon your surrender.”
Harry whimpered and tried to pull away again but a warm tongue left him trembling as it swept up the shell of his ear, “Why are you doing this to me?” he whispered.
Voldemort grasped Harry’s jaw and turned him to face him, his lips stopping a bare centimetre away from Harry’s. “Because I can.” He said and reached down to splay a hand on Harry’s lower back. An enormous flood of power and heat crashed into Harry at the touch just as the Dark Lord captured Harry’s lips with his own.
Harry screamed and his body arched into his enemy - his mind disconnected from reality as it was eclipsed by, heat heat, pleasure pleasure, more more MORE! His hands reached up and dived into silken black hair, his mouth surrendered to a probing hot tongue, twining it with his own.
Harry barely heard the moan that resonated through the other man, hands gripped his hips and Harry eagerly moved up and closer, his legs twining around Voldemort’s waist. Now with a better vantage point, he wrapped his arms across Voldemort’s neck and shoulders, deepening the kiss.
A very small part of Harry’s mind was screaming, screaming protest; confusion; anger, but this voice couldn’t make its way through the haze of burning fire that consumed him. The fire demanded hot flesh and gasping breath. It demanded lips and tongue and skin. It called him to the dark figure in the room like a dog on a leash.
{Total surrender.}
Harry opened his eyes as he came up to gasp for breath. Black-lashed eyes opened slowly to reveal burning fire that matched the one which raged inside him. Lush lips curved in a sensual smile, “Harry,” the sinful voice whispered across Harry’s skin.
Dazed by heat, Harry barely felt the tug within him that ordered the answering sound to fall from his lips: “Master.”
Blood-red eyes flashed and a hand tugged him down to the embrace of hot lips once more. Harry moaned... {Total surrender}.
Hands ran over his body, skin touched skin and Harry cried out with desire. Bursts of pain came and went, sharpening the edges of pleasure as his master ran sharp bites all over Harry’s skin; Harry didn’t care so long as that mouth came back to his eventually, so long as lips and tongues and blood could collide once more.
When Harry opened his eyes next, surprise registered somewhere beyond his gasping and twisting body. At some point they must have both had reached the bed and removed all articles of clothing because Harry was lying on his back, arching up into the body above him. Harry met red eyes again as pleasure thudded into him. Harry groaned and leant his head back before pure shock almost managed to tip him out of the passion haze he was in.
Pleasure wasn’t the only thing thudding into him.
Holy crap! Voldemort is fucking me!
Harry let out a yelp and managed to get up on one elbow before that slick heat slid into him again, sending a wave of ecstasy so sweet he fell back onto the mattress in utter helplessness.
Voldemort leaned down to whisper into Harry’s ear, “Is everything alright, Harry?” Harry could hear the laughter in that voice.
The tiny part of Harry’s mind that was still wailing in protest screamed ‘Bastard! Pervert! Evil, Murderous, Dark Scum!’ But Harry could only press the side of his face into the mattress, his fingers twisting in the sheets, a single word slipping out, “Harder,” he whispered.
A ripple passed through the body above him, “What was that, Harry?” Harry could feel the eyes, lit with laughter upon him, but the burning was becoming strong once more. Harry could tell it was angry at the momentary pause in the action; it was seizing control of him again and Harry knew it would not stop until it got what it wanted. “Harder,” his voice a little louder now, “Please!”
Lips caressed Harry’s ear and jaw line, “As you wish, little one.”
Pleasure. Pain. Heat. Harry moaned as each thrust crashed into him, sending trembling echoes like a gong through his whole flesh. Aching, searing sensation overwhelmed every one of his senses.
“Open your eyes.”
Harry moaned and looked up into the stunning, exotic face. The ruby eyes pinned him, left him gasping for breath. Harry only just felt it when long fingers surrounded his cock, “Surrender to me.”
Harry screamed and arched off the bed as the sensations of pleasure spiked, running through him like a dagger as his body exploded; in that moment he felt something very strange shift deep within him, click into place. But as he drifted away into darkness, all he could still see was smiling lips and red red red.
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Love to know what you think!
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well done :D
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The vibe between Harry and Voldy has been really hard for me while writing this because I'm trying to keep them in character while putting them in a really out-of-character situation. I love Harry calling Voldemort Tom because a) it's just so Harry, and b) it helps me think of voldemort as being young and sexy-looking now instead of old-scaly-man.
Hooray for reading the AB books! I only started reading them after reading a HP/AB x-over, too! They can be a bit tiresome and I warn you, the sex take SIX BOOKS to arrive @_@ but the detailed and lush characters more than make up for it, (in my opinion).
I'm already working on chapter five but Burn to Shine's next chapter is seriously over-due so I should be doing that, really. I'm so slow!! Hopefully the next chapters will be faster! Glad you're enjoying it so far!
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*grin* I was very happy to hear that Richard was being left behind... he's such a whiner... and that Edward was going with. I'm not sure of the direction that the story is going to take, but I'm hoping that eventually Anita and Harry are going to open up a can of whup ass on Voldemort! I look forward to your next post :)
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YEY! No Richard! I loathe Richard and am totally gleeful at being able to just be like, 'Nah, you aint coming, I don't like you. *pokes out tongue*' Originally Edward wasn't supposed to be coming but he was like, 'I'm sorry, but I'm too cool a character to leave out.' And I was afraid of him so I just agreed.
>_> As for where the story is going... well, I can't tell, (even if I would really LIKE to) but I hope you enjoy it when it all unfolds. :/ All I'll say is that I'm getting the impression that a lot of people are going to be ... surprised by certain twists of this mildly demonic plot-bunny.
Thanks for reading!
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*nods in agreement* I wouldn't have been able to say no to Edward either! He IS a cool character. *grin* I'm glad that you invited him to the party.
All I'll say is that I'm getting the impression that a lot of people are going to be ... surprised by certain twists of this mildly demonic plot-bunny.
Uh-oh! That sounds ominous... *laughs* but not ominous enough to scare me away from your wonderful fic :)
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WOW
(Anonymous) 2007-01-06 05:34 am (UTC)(link)~Ulfric of the Riverwind pack
Re: WOW
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I luurrrrve! Mind if I show this to one of my penpals who is a HP fan?
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Ya! The more people to read, the better! Is that Luna-chan?
*snuggles her KRM* Why are you sleep deprived?
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Just sleep-deprived. Went on a big hiking thing yesterday afternoon, didn't sleep well night before. But am energized now!
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Yay! Hiking is great! I have a friend who is trying to convince me to go on a 5-hour hike up a mountain in a few weeks. I don't think I'll go because after about twenty minutes I'd be flopping and gasping on the floor like a dying fish. ^_^;; But I do love to do (more relaxed) hikes normally.
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*icon love!!!*
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(Anonymous) 2007-01-29 09:14 am (UTC)(link)I just got one question about Harry being a snow leopard. Did he shift? Or is he gonna be like Anita and have the beast but not change? (Could you imagine Voldemort's face if that happened? lol)
But yeah...Loving the story! Can't wait till next chapter!
KC
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Hah, it's hard to spot, but actually in chapter two just after Harry's been turned - he does shift. It reads as a dream-sequence because Harry was turned on the eve of the Full Moon, so he was in a delirious state from then until after he shifted _back_ and woke up the next morning. Also Voldemort marked him then and used the marks to guide him and control him (to an extent) while he and Draco went on his first hunt. So yeah, he does do a full shift. Of course, Harry hasn't really realised any of that yet which is why he's still in denial. *grins*
Glad you're enjoying, hopefully next chapter won't be too far away!
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Cheers!
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hmm
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blink....blink...O.O'
(Anonymous) 2007-04-16 07:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: blink....blink...O.O'
More is on the way! Chapter 5 is alllllmost finished.