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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
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44,439
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220
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Currently Reading:
6
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The Rules of the Game
A/N: This story is going to be pretty dark, disturbing, depressing and all that good stuff so you’ve been warned, and the relationship is going to be with Snape, Draco, or Voldemort or any two or all three of those (I don’t have much planned out yet, sorry.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything you recognize from J.K. Rowling, not making any money or whatever else you’re supposed to say in these things, this stuff came from my brain (as demented as it is).
The Rules of the Game
Holding my breath I watched as a head slowly rose out of the horrible smelling guck that had been simmering in the cauldron across from me. The blood trailing down my arm was a small distraction, but one that I took pleasure in. As the rest of the body rose out of the cauldron the breath that I had been holding escaped form me. ‘He was back.’ After 13 years of being little more than a spirit, Voldemort was back. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him step out and demand a robe and his wand from that sniveling servant. When he placed his wand upon Wormtails’ dark mark I felt an echoing sting in my head but I had felt worse and barely even noticed it. As the ‘pops’ of apparations resounded around the graveyard I stared mesmerized by the world changing event unfolding before my eyes.
“My sservantsss, it has been 13 yearssss and yet you ressspond to my call like it was yesssterday. I am pleasssed, and yet disssappointed. For in those 13 yearsss none of you made any attempt to find or aid your massster.”
“My Lord, had we known…”
“CRUCIO!” Voldemort shouted and I watched in amazement as one of the hooded death eaters collapsed to the ground screaming and writhing in agony.
“You ssshould have known, did you really believe that I could be defeated ssso easily MacNair?”
“F-forgive me my Lord” MacNair whimpered as he struggled to stand again and rejoin his place in the circle.
“It will be a long time before I forgive any of you. It took a rat and one other loyal death eater to bring me back. And of courssse how can we forget Missster Potter.” Voldemort hissed and at once all attention was focused on me.
“Glad that I could be of service with the blood and all, now are you going to let me down? This is getting a bit uncomfortable.” A few of the death eaters laughed at my statement and waited eagerly for their lord to punish and then kill me.
“Of courssse.” Voldemort said instead, silencing all members of his little psycho club. With a quick flick of his wand the ropes fell away and I jumped down from the grave stretching my arms a bit. Once I got the blood flowing again I turned to Tom expectantly and with smirk he tossed me my wand. I had to struggle from laughing at the stunned looks that covered just about every death eater that was there, but what do you expect when you find out that the golden boy isn’t so golden?
“Damn Tom, you look hideous.” I said casually and if possible the eyes watching us grew wider.
“Thanksss Harry.” Tom growled, clearly annoyed by the comment.
“Relax, I expected as much, which is why Severus and I have been working on a present for you.”
“A presssent?” He asked, curiosity coloring his words.
With a smirk I turned to the death eaters circled around us and one of them headed over to me removing his mask to reveal a hooked nose and black eyes.
“My Lord, Harry.” He said to us in greeting as he reached into his robes and pulled out a blue bottle before handing it over to Voldemort.
“And what exactly does thisss do?” He asked, eyeing it cautiously.
“It’s sort of like a restorative drought, newly invented by our favorite potions master, with a bit of help from me and a certain Salazar Slytherin. Ultimately, it will return you physically to the point in your life where you were the most powerful, but you’ll still be able to retain all memories or new abilities after that point.”
“And you jussst expect me to trussst you and take thisss?”
“I figured as much, which is why we made one other for someone to test it for you. I would test it, but we’re not sure what it will do to someone who hasn’t reached their full potential yet. Severus could test it, but Dumbledore might be a smidge suspicious when he shows up looking 10 or 15 years younger.”
“Luciusss!” Voldemort hissed.
“Yes my Lord?” He asked stepping forward.
“Test thisss.” He hissed handing over the bottle. Looking apprehensive and yet intrigued Lucius Malfoy pulled off the top and drank the entire vile in one gulp. Barely even a second later a blue glow formed around him and he began to change. Seeing as Lucius was already the best looking man for his age there wasn’t much change. But when it was over any slight signs of age were gone and you could feel his aura pulsing strongly around him. He gave a giddy smirk, his eyes almost glowing from the sudden rush of power that was coursing through him.
“I believe it worked as he said.” Lucius confirmed and without further hesitation Voldemort snatched the second vile and swallowed it down.
The changes in Voldemort were far more drastic. The snake guise washed away into a handsome face as thick brown hair began to cover his head. When the transformation was complete the only thing that remained was the red snake eyes.
“Perfect.” I said with a smirk, more than pleased with the success of the potion.
“Indeed, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this good.” Voldemort commented as he flexed his hands, feeling the power ready at his finger tips. “Is there any way I can thank you for this gift?”
“There is one thing I would like for now.”
“Oh?” He asked cautiously.
“His death.” I said pointing to the worm that had once dared to call my parents friend. It is strange that while it was Voldemort who killed my parent I feel no anger towards him. It’s only that sniveling rat that I despise, that traitorous being who would betray anyone just to save his worthless hide.
“Sure.” Voldemort said uncaringly raising his wand and the words of the killing cure on the tip of his tongue.
“No.” I said, grabbing his wrist. “His death belongs to me.” I said, such coldness in my voice and eyes that I could feel the slight tremor that ran through Voldemort’s body.
“Very well.” He said gently as if to a dangerous animal, and took a step back giving me a clear view of the worm.
“Wait, Harry…”
“I only spared you that night last year because I needed you to bring Tommy-boy back, damn prophecies and all that. But I’m not going to let you live just so that you can betray me as you did my family.” I explained in the same deadly voice and was satisfied to see all hope leave his eyes.
“Adficio!” I shouted and a dark green light shot out of my wand, striking Wormtail in the chest and instantly he was on the ground screaming in absolute pain. At first it wasn’t clear as to what it was that was happening, but then his skin began to shrivel up and pulled into his body. It was almost as if his insides were being sucked out somehow. Which is about what the spell did, but it didn’t just destroy his body but it also drained his magic and his life as he went through the torture. Eventually the screaming stopped and there lay Wormtail, looking nothing more than a mummy.
There was silence in the graveyard as I continued to stare at the destroyed body, feeling like it wasn’t nearly enough. I could feel my magic gathering, wanting to do something to make it better, but I didn’t know what. A hand on my shoulder snapped me back to reality and I jerked away from it; I hated being touched.
“Harry?” Tom said gently and I pulled myself back together, putting my cold and calm mask back on. “Are you going back?”
“Yes, it’s about time. I’m sure I’ll come up with some story before the interrogation begins. Do you want me to claim that your back?”
“It doesn’t matter, everyone will know soon enough.”
“All right. Do you want the body?” I asked nodding to the corpse of Cedric Diggory.
“No, take it.”
I gave another nod and walked over to the dead boy, grabbing a hold of his wrist and without even a word summoned the portkey to me disappearing with a sudden jerk of the navel.
Now you might be a bit confused at what happened and why it did, so let me tell you a bit about the real me...
A/N: All done, hope you liked it.
adficio is latin for: to affect, afflict, weaken, sap, exhaust, drain
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything you recognize from J.K. Rowling, not making any money or whatever else you’re supposed to say in these things, this stuff came from my brain (as demented as it is).
The Rules of the Game
Holding my breath I watched as a head slowly rose out of the horrible smelling guck that had been simmering in the cauldron across from me. The blood trailing down my arm was a small distraction, but one that I took pleasure in. As the rest of the body rose out of the cauldron the breath that I had been holding escaped form me. ‘He was back.’ After 13 years of being little more than a spirit, Voldemort was back. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him step out and demand a robe and his wand from that sniveling servant. When he placed his wand upon Wormtails’ dark mark I felt an echoing sting in my head but I had felt worse and barely even noticed it. As the ‘pops’ of apparations resounded around the graveyard I stared mesmerized by the world changing event unfolding before my eyes.
“My sservantsss, it has been 13 yearssss and yet you ressspond to my call like it was yesssterday. I am pleasssed, and yet disssappointed. For in those 13 yearsss none of you made any attempt to find or aid your massster.”
“My Lord, had we known…”
“CRUCIO!” Voldemort shouted and I watched in amazement as one of the hooded death eaters collapsed to the ground screaming and writhing in agony.
“You ssshould have known, did you really believe that I could be defeated ssso easily MacNair?”
“F-forgive me my Lord” MacNair whimpered as he struggled to stand again and rejoin his place in the circle.
“It will be a long time before I forgive any of you. It took a rat and one other loyal death eater to bring me back. And of courssse how can we forget Missster Potter.” Voldemort hissed and at once all attention was focused on me.
“Glad that I could be of service with the blood and all, now are you going to let me down? This is getting a bit uncomfortable.” A few of the death eaters laughed at my statement and waited eagerly for their lord to punish and then kill me.
“Of courssse.” Voldemort said instead, silencing all members of his little psycho club. With a quick flick of his wand the ropes fell away and I jumped down from the grave stretching my arms a bit. Once I got the blood flowing again I turned to Tom expectantly and with smirk he tossed me my wand. I had to struggle from laughing at the stunned looks that covered just about every death eater that was there, but what do you expect when you find out that the golden boy isn’t so golden?
“Damn Tom, you look hideous.” I said casually and if possible the eyes watching us grew wider.
“Thanksss Harry.” Tom growled, clearly annoyed by the comment.
“Relax, I expected as much, which is why Severus and I have been working on a present for you.”
“A presssent?” He asked, curiosity coloring his words.
With a smirk I turned to the death eaters circled around us and one of them headed over to me removing his mask to reveal a hooked nose and black eyes.
“My Lord, Harry.” He said to us in greeting as he reached into his robes and pulled out a blue bottle before handing it over to Voldemort.
“And what exactly does thisss do?” He asked, eyeing it cautiously.
“It’s sort of like a restorative drought, newly invented by our favorite potions master, with a bit of help from me and a certain Salazar Slytherin. Ultimately, it will return you physically to the point in your life where you were the most powerful, but you’ll still be able to retain all memories or new abilities after that point.”
“And you jussst expect me to trussst you and take thisss?”
“I figured as much, which is why we made one other for someone to test it for you. I would test it, but we’re not sure what it will do to someone who hasn’t reached their full potential yet. Severus could test it, but Dumbledore might be a smidge suspicious when he shows up looking 10 or 15 years younger.”
“Luciusss!” Voldemort hissed.
“Yes my Lord?” He asked stepping forward.
“Test thisss.” He hissed handing over the bottle. Looking apprehensive and yet intrigued Lucius Malfoy pulled off the top and drank the entire vile in one gulp. Barely even a second later a blue glow formed around him and he began to change. Seeing as Lucius was already the best looking man for his age there wasn’t much change. But when it was over any slight signs of age were gone and you could feel his aura pulsing strongly around him. He gave a giddy smirk, his eyes almost glowing from the sudden rush of power that was coursing through him.
“I believe it worked as he said.” Lucius confirmed and without further hesitation Voldemort snatched the second vile and swallowed it down.
The changes in Voldemort were far more drastic. The snake guise washed away into a handsome face as thick brown hair began to cover his head. When the transformation was complete the only thing that remained was the red snake eyes.
“Perfect.” I said with a smirk, more than pleased with the success of the potion.
“Indeed, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this good.” Voldemort commented as he flexed his hands, feeling the power ready at his finger tips. “Is there any way I can thank you for this gift?”
“There is one thing I would like for now.”
“Oh?” He asked cautiously.
“His death.” I said pointing to the worm that had once dared to call my parents friend. It is strange that while it was Voldemort who killed my parent I feel no anger towards him. It’s only that sniveling rat that I despise, that traitorous being who would betray anyone just to save his worthless hide.
“Sure.” Voldemort said uncaringly raising his wand and the words of the killing cure on the tip of his tongue.
“No.” I said, grabbing his wrist. “His death belongs to me.” I said, such coldness in my voice and eyes that I could feel the slight tremor that ran through Voldemort’s body.
“Very well.” He said gently as if to a dangerous animal, and took a step back giving me a clear view of the worm.
“Wait, Harry…”
“I only spared you that night last year because I needed you to bring Tommy-boy back, damn prophecies and all that. But I’m not going to let you live just so that you can betray me as you did my family.” I explained in the same deadly voice and was satisfied to see all hope leave his eyes.
“Adficio!” I shouted and a dark green light shot out of my wand, striking Wormtail in the chest and instantly he was on the ground screaming in absolute pain. At first it wasn’t clear as to what it was that was happening, but then his skin began to shrivel up and pulled into his body. It was almost as if his insides were being sucked out somehow. Which is about what the spell did, but it didn’t just destroy his body but it also drained his magic and his life as he went through the torture. Eventually the screaming stopped and there lay Wormtail, looking nothing more than a mummy.
There was silence in the graveyard as I continued to stare at the destroyed body, feeling like it wasn’t nearly enough. I could feel my magic gathering, wanting to do something to make it better, but I didn’t know what. A hand on my shoulder snapped me back to reality and I jerked away from it; I hated being touched.
“Harry?” Tom said gently and I pulled myself back together, putting my cold and calm mask back on. “Are you going back?”
“Yes, it’s about time. I’m sure I’ll come up with some story before the interrogation begins. Do you want me to claim that your back?”
“It doesn’t matter, everyone will know soon enough.”
“All right. Do you want the body?” I asked nodding to the corpse of Cedric Diggory.
“No, take it.”
I gave another nod and walked over to the dead boy, grabbing a hold of his wrist and without even a word summoned the portkey to me disappearing with a sudden jerk of the navel.
Now you might be a bit confused at what happened and why it did, so let me tell you a bit about the real me...
A/N: All done, hope you liked it.
adficio is latin for: to affect, afflict, weaken, sap, exhaust, drain