A Touch of Evil
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
23,772
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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A Touch of Evil
Chapter One
A shift in time
Harry felt himself tire as he fought the 60 foot long basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. Even with the aid of Fawkes and the golden sword from the sorting hat he didn’t think he was going to be able to beat the monstrous creature.
Despite his fears he managed to defeat the snake. His moment of elation was short lived when he saw the foot long fang embedded in his arm. Even as the poison was running through his veins and Fawkes was getting closer to him, he whispered two words.
“You win,” Harry said to the only other conscious person in the Chamber. What Harry didn’t realize was that with the basilisk venom running through his blood stream his words had been spoken in parcel tongue. The bad part was what Harry didn’t realize the other did.
Tom Riddle, the past self of Lord Voldemort, also the person responsible for the battle with the basilisk, was entirely and utterly shocked. How had this boy gained the gift of parcel tongue? It was thought that only Slytherin descendants were capable of snake language.
Voldemort watched with interest as the phoenix was crying pearly tears onto Harry’s wounded arm. He realized the solidification of his body was complete the exact moment Harry’s arm healed and the emerald eyes opened.
The first thing Harry was aware of when he woke up was that he should have been dead. Then he actually saw what was around him. The beautiful scarlet and gold plumage of the Phoenix was what drew his attention first.
“Thanks Fawkes,” Harry said to the bird, in English this time.
That is when Harry noticed the other occupant in the room. He was surprised to see the man he had feared since entering the wizarding world explore his own body with his hands like a small child would.
The small smile on the Dark Lord’s face was what really worried Harry.
Then the other spoke, “Harry Potter, you are too late. Your friend here is dead, and I live. Now I am going to kill you but I want answers first. Where did you learn the snake language?” He demanded.
“I have always been able to.” Harry answered trying to keep the Dark Lord at bay while he searched for an escape route.
“No, one outside of Slytherin’s bloodline has had the ability. No Potter was ever in that line.” Voldemort said indignantly.
“Then look somewhere else.” Harry answered back brazenly knowing he was pushing the limit.
“Alright then I will, Revealo Geneolius!” Voldemort cried bringing his wand down in a swift motion pointing to Harry.
Voldemort waited while the spell took affect. Harry’s ancestors were listed in ascending order and there it was several generations back before even the time of Salazar there was indeed a link to the Slytherin line it was just too old for anything else to pick up.
That made Voldemort look Harry over appreciatively. Someone of Slytherin blood was hard to come by. He hated the thought of wasting it. What he saw was not disappointing.
Even at this young age Harry showed signs of maturing well. He had fought well against the basilisk, something no other twelve year old could have done. His magic was strong Voldemort could tell that from just being in the general area of the boy.
It was time to see if something could be worked out. “Well this is certainly an interesting development.” He mused aloud to Harry. “I had planned on just killing you and being done with the whole mess, but blood such as ours shouldn’t be wasted. If you join me that repulsive event will not come to pass.” Voldemort offered.
“Are You Mad? You killed my parents! No way in Hell am I going to join you!” Harry screamed.
“That’s too bad, well Harry what do you think is going to happen to you when your little friends discover you couldn’t save her?” Voldemort said as he gestured to the pile of robes that were Ginny.
“They are my friends, they will understand that I just couldn’t do it.” Harry said as his voice lost some of its bravado.
“Care to put it too the test? Fine I will let you go now. I know what you’re thinking and yes I have a reason for doing this. I will find it all the sweeter to see my biggest rival come to me on bended knee because he found I was right. Wait until you see what the light side does to its weapons that don’t do what they are supposed to.” Voldemort said.
Harry knew it was stupid to trust the lord but he scrambled to leave anyway. He was not shocked when he felt a spell catch him and draw him back to the Dark Lord, what did shock him is what happened next. Voldemort dipped down and brushed their lips together. “Remember my offer.” Voldemort whispered in his ear.
Then Harry found himself alone. He knew it was impossible to disparate from Hogwarts but he also knew it was possible to make ones self invisible.
With this knowledge he was spurred into action. He collected Ginny’s body and went back down the tunnel where he could hear Ron’s efforts moving the rocks from the cave in. He felt dread at remembering the Dark Lords words and frighteningly his lips still tingled where they had been pressed against Voldemort.
A shift in time
Harry felt himself tire as he fought the 60 foot long basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. Even with the aid of Fawkes and the golden sword from the sorting hat he didn’t think he was going to be able to beat the monstrous creature.
Despite his fears he managed to defeat the snake. His moment of elation was short lived when he saw the foot long fang embedded in his arm. Even as the poison was running through his veins and Fawkes was getting closer to him, he whispered two words.
“You win,” Harry said to the only other conscious person in the Chamber. What Harry didn’t realize was that with the basilisk venom running through his blood stream his words had been spoken in parcel tongue. The bad part was what Harry didn’t realize the other did.
Tom Riddle, the past self of Lord Voldemort, also the person responsible for the battle with the basilisk, was entirely and utterly shocked. How had this boy gained the gift of parcel tongue? It was thought that only Slytherin descendants were capable of snake language.
Voldemort watched with interest as the phoenix was crying pearly tears onto Harry’s wounded arm. He realized the solidification of his body was complete the exact moment Harry’s arm healed and the emerald eyes opened.
The first thing Harry was aware of when he woke up was that he should have been dead. Then he actually saw what was around him. The beautiful scarlet and gold plumage of the Phoenix was what drew his attention first.
“Thanks Fawkes,” Harry said to the bird, in English this time.
That is when Harry noticed the other occupant in the room. He was surprised to see the man he had feared since entering the wizarding world explore his own body with his hands like a small child would.
The small smile on the Dark Lord’s face was what really worried Harry.
Then the other spoke, “Harry Potter, you are too late. Your friend here is dead, and I live. Now I am going to kill you but I want answers first. Where did you learn the snake language?” He demanded.
“I have always been able to.” Harry answered trying to keep the Dark Lord at bay while he searched for an escape route.
“No, one outside of Slytherin’s bloodline has had the ability. No Potter was ever in that line.” Voldemort said indignantly.
“Then look somewhere else.” Harry answered back brazenly knowing he was pushing the limit.
“Alright then I will, Revealo Geneolius!” Voldemort cried bringing his wand down in a swift motion pointing to Harry.
Voldemort waited while the spell took affect. Harry’s ancestors were listed in ascending order and there it was several generations back before even the time of Salazar there was indeed a link to the Slytherin line it was just too old for anything else to pick up.
That made Voldemort look Harry over appreciatively. Someone of Slytherin blood was hard to come by. He hated the thought of wasting it. What he saw was not disappointing.
Even at this young age Harry showed signs of maturing well. He had fought well against the basilisk, something no other twelve year old could have done. His magic was strong Voldemort could tell that from just being in the general area of the boy.
It was time to see if something could be worked out. “Well this is certainly an interesting development.” He mused aloud to Harry. “I had planned on just killing you and being done with the whole mess, but blood such as ours shouldn’t be wasted. If you join me that repulsive event will not come to pass.” Voldemort offered.
“Are You Mad? You killed my parents! No way in Hell am I going to join you!” Harry screamed.
“That’s too bad, well Harry what do you think is going to happen to you when your little friends discover you couldn’t save her?” Voldemort said as he gestured to the pile of robes that were Ginny.
“They are my friends, they will understand that I just couldn’t do it.” Harry said as his voice lost some of its bravado.
“Care to put it too the test? Fine I will let you go now. I know what you’re thinking and yes I have a reason for doing this. I will find it all the sweeter to see my biggest rival come to me on bended knee because he found I was right. Wait until you see what the light side does to its weapons that don’t do what they are supposed to.” Voldemort said.
Harry knew it was stupid to trust the lord but he scrambled to leave anyway. He was not shocked when he felt a spell catch him and draw him back to the Dark Lord, what did shock him is what happened next. Voldemort dipped down and brushed their lips together. “Remember my offer.” Voldemort whispered in his ear.
Then Harry found himself alone. He knew it was impossible to disparate from Hogwarts but he also knew it was possible to make ones self invisible.
With this knowledge he was spurred into action. He collected Ginny’s body and went back down the tunnel where he could hear Ron’s efforts moving the rocks from the cave in. He felt dread at remembering the Dark Lords words and frighteningly his lips still tingled where they had been pressed against Voldemort.