Dark Desires
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,388
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dark Desires
Disclaimer: I do not own HP nor do I make any money from this fic.
Warnings: guy on guy lovin, torture, language… This is rated M for a reason. This story is full of teenagers. Use your imagination. ^-~
/Parseltounge/
Chapter One
Harry gasped in pain as a foot smashed into his back for what felt like the hundredth time. He had long ago curled up on the floor around his heavily bruised stomach with his arms protecting his head. He whimpered as his uncle shouted about how a freak like him should be grateful for the kindness his relatives had given him. Gasping for breath, his uncle limped from the room to go to bed. Miles away a man with glowing red eyes woke up in shock, still shaking from his terrible nightmare.
Glancing at the clock Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, frowned. It was 11:43 pm on July 30. He hurriedly got dressed and strode into the hallway. Heading into the kitchen, he found a death eater stuffing his face. He grabbed Goyle Sr’s left arm and, ignoring the shocked expression, pressed his wand against the dark mark. Dropping the offending arm, Tom walked slowly to the library, trying to regain his composure.
Emotions firmly back in control, Tom sat in a chair before the fire, waiting for his servant to arrive. He quietly called Nagini to him and stroked her head absently until a robed and masked death eater hurried into the room and knelt at his master’s feet.
Studying the figure before him, Tom spoke. “Have you managed to locate Potter’s home?” he demanded icily.
“M-my Lord!” the man began nervously. “I have but… but the wards are too strong! We can’t possibly…”
“ENOUGH!” Tom shouted furiously, eyes glowing coldly. “How close can we get?” he hissed dangerously.
“The end of the block!” the trembling man answered quickly, hoping to appease his master’s anger with a fast answer.
Red eyes turned thoughtful as tension left the dark lord’s face. “Take me there.” he demanded, smirking at Lucius’ shock.
Appearing at the end of the block of a muggle infested town Tom glanced about in disgust. Ignoring the neat lawns, he cast a quick spell to force the wards to appear. Examining the complex spell work, the dark lord frowned, then threw back his head and laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Suddenly he lowered his head, eyes gleaming red. /Come to me, my young snake/ he hissed. /Change your form and come to me/. Pushing his power into the words, Tom summoned Harry to himself.
Half a block away Harry’s eyes snapped open, pupils narrowing to slits as he felt his body respond to the powerful demands. (Get your mind out of the gutter.) He shrank as skin became scales. Soon a black snake with a silver lightning bolt on the back of his head was all that remained. Hissing in pain, he slowly uncoiled and slithered towards the waiting wizards. After what felt like the longest journey of his life, Harry finally arrived at Tom’s feet. Tom, eyes wide in shock, bent down to pick up the obviously injured snake.
/What happened?/ Tom whispered. Harry refused to answer, instead coiling tightly around the warm wrist before surrendering to the darkness of sleep.
Absently stroking the snake, Tom apperated away, leaving behind a place he hoped never to return to almost as much as Harry himself wished the same.
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Reviews would be luved!! =^-^=
Warnings: guy on guy lovin, torture, language… This is rated M for a reason. This story is full of teenagers. Use your imagination. ^-~
/Parseltounge/
Chapter One
Harry gasped in pain as a foot smashed into his back for what felt like the hundredth time. He had long ago curled up on the floor around his heavily bruised stomach with his arms protecting his head. He whimpered as his uncle shouted about how a freak like him should be grateful for the kindness his relatives had given him. Gasping for breath, his uncle limped from the room to go to bed. Miles away a man with glowing red eyes woke up in shock, still shaking from his terrible nightmare.
Glancing at the clock Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, frowned. It was 11:43 pm on July 30. He hurriedly got dressed and strode into the hallway. Heading into the kitchen, he found a death eater stuffing his face. He grabbed Goyle Sr’s left arm and, ignoring the shocked expression, pressed his wand against the dark mark. Dropping the offending arm, Tom walked slowly to the library, trying to regain his composure.
Emotions firmly back in control, Tom sat in a chair before the fire, waiting for his servant to arrive. He quietly called Nagini to him and stroked her head absently until a robed and masked death eater hurried into the room and knelt at his master’s feet.
Studying the figure before him, Tom spoke. “Have you managed to locate Potter’s home?” he demanded icily.
“M-my Lord!” the man began nervously. “I have but… but the wards are too strong! We can’t possibly…”
“ENOUGH!” Tom shouted furiously, eyes glowing coldly. “How close can we get?” he hissed dangerously.
“The end of the block!” the trembling man answered quickly, hoping to appease his master’s anger with a fast answer.
Red eyes turned thoughtful as tension left the dark lord’s face. “Take me there.” he demanded, smirking at Lucius’ shock.
Appearing at the end of the block of a muggle infested town Tom glanced about in disgust. Ignoring the neat lawns, he cast a quick spell to force the wards to appear. Examining the complex spell work, the dark lord frowned, then threw back his head and laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Suddenly he lowered his head, eyes gleaming red. /Come to me, my young snake/ he hissed. /Change your form and come to me/. Pushing his power into the words, Tom summoned Harry to himself.
Half a block away Harry’s eyes snapped open, pupils narrowing to slits as he felt his body respond to the powerful demands. (Get your mind out of the gutter.) He shrank as skin became scales. Soon a black snake with a silver lightning bolt on the back of his head was all that remained. Hissing in pain, he slowly uncoiled and slithered towards the waiting wizards. After what felt like the longest journey of his life, Harry finally arrived at Tom’s feet. Tom, eyes wide in shock, bent down to pick up the obviously injured snake.
/What happened?/ Tom whispered. Harry refused to answer, instead coiling tightly around the warm wrist before surrendering to the darkness of sleep.
Absently stroking the snake, Tom apperated away, leaving behind a place he hoped never to return to almost as much as Harry himself wished the same.
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Reviews would be luved!! =^-^=