The Children of Atum

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Warnings: Chanslash, minor, anal, BDSM, bondage (magically), somnophilia, fisting, and elements of objectification or maybe Agalmatophilia (i.e. sex with a statue or someone acting as a statue.) As well as crazy Dark and Light Lords and their insane ramblings.
 
A/N: I just wanted to clear something up before we get into this chapter. This is especially for those who don’t know a lot about BDSM and fetishism, Harry is a true submissive and garners pleasure from pleasing his Master. During the sex scene up ahead  Harry enjoys what Severus is doing to him. I have written the scene from Severus’ perspective because it is important in this chapter so I didn’t have the chance to give Harry’s thoughts, though I might in the next chapter. This is not rape, Harry enjoys it. Some people really enjoy being used and treated like an object hence the objectification and agalmatophilia warnings. Look them up in wiki if you don’t believe me or don’t understand what it means.
 
A/N2: There is a quote here from PS ch 17 I think, it may be slightly off though because a friend has my books atm.

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Chapter 19: The Man With Two Facess
 
Severus silently followed Quirrell through the dark hallways of Hogwarts wondering where he was headed at such a late hour. He watched as the man slipped through the front doors and down onto the grass and towards the Forbidden Forest.
 
Severus had been following the man closely for the past few weeks and he hoped he would now discover what he was doing.
 
He followed the DADA professor into the trees and along a well worn path before the man stopped suddenly in a clearing and spun to face the dark man.
 
"S-Severus... w-what are you doing o-o-out here?
 
"I would ask you the same question Quirenus. And drop the stutter it's annoying and you’re not fooling me."
 
"V-very well, Severus. Why are you following me?"
 
"To find out what you are up to, why you are so interested in Harry, why you risk so much to go after the stone."
 
"We wonder Severus, if you are still loyal. Or are y-you old fool’s man."
 
"Loyal? Who are you to question my loyalties?" Severus asked hiding his nervousness at this line of questioning.
 
"I am more than you can imagine Ssseverus, reaffirm you dark vowsss and I will shhow you just what I am. If not I will have to dispossse of you." Quirrell hissed in a voice not his own, pointing his wand at the Potions Master.
 
Severus couldn't understand his reaction but the Sumerian vows fell from his lips automatically, stating his place as a Dark Wizard of the Dark Lord's army, vowing to protect the ancient ways and to respect the ancient magics sacred to all Dark followers.
 
He finished the recitation and stepped back in shock before falling to his knees. Only the Dark Lord himself could demand a reaffirmation like this. He didn't understand how but Quirrell was the Dark Lord!
 
"Rissse my faithful ssservant and look upon me", commanded a silabent voice.
 
Severus stood slowly and raised his head to see the back of Quirrell's robe, he raised his eyes further to see a dreadful sight. There on the back of Quirrell's head was a face made of vapour and smoke.
 
“Sssee what I have become Severusss?” the face whispered, “Mere ssshadow and vapour, I have form only when I can ssshare another'sss body, but the ssstone… the ssstone will revive me… will sssave me. And now you my faithful ssservant will help me to retrieve it, yesss?”
  
“Forgive me my lord”, Severus replied bowing his head once more, “had I but known it was you I would have warned you sooner, the stone, it is a fake, my lord, it is a trap and a test for Harry Potter. Dumbledore knew that one of your minions would go after it and I believe he was trying to send Harry Potter after them to test him.”
 
The Dark Lord’s hazy maddened eyes bored into Severus’ then the face let out a mournful howl.
 
“No! It cannot be. I need the ssstone, without it I am nothing! I must have the stone… I must be revived… the darkness… Dumbledore… we must stop him… I need the ssstone… it cannot be… what will we do now? How can we win the war? I need the stone…”
 
“My Lord,” Severus interrupted the crazed monologue, wondering if this half state that the wizard was existing in had addled his mind, “Lucius and I have searched for you for many years my Lord, we recovered your diary after your fall. Lucius has it my Lord. Lucius has the diary. You said it would be useful if you ever were defeated.”
 
“The diary…? You recovered my diary? I thought it was lossst… yesss… the diary… that will work… to Malfoy Manor immediately…”
 
“Wait my Lord,” Severus interjected once more, “we must do this the right way, my Lord. Come with me, we will floo call Lucius, come with me to my quarters and we will contact Lucius. We can’t just apparate there, we will be destroyed by the wards coming unannounced.”
 
“Yesss… yesss my Severusss of course. You were alwaysss the more intelligent of my servantsss.”
 
“Thank you my Lord,” Severus replied carefully, “Now why don’t you let Quirenus take back over and I will take you both to Lucius.”
 
“Yesss… that would be bessst… thank you, Severusss. I will ressst now.”
 
With that the hazy eyes closed and the body turned around so that Quirell could face Severus.
 
“Thank you S-severus, “Quirell whispered, his stutter was still there though less pronounced, “he is s-sleeping now so we may speak freely, he has been somewhat unstable and growing more so as time progresses. We weren’t sure of your loyalty and this was the first time that he felt strong enough to demand the oath from you. I don’t know anything about a diary though. The Dark Lord’s s-spirit attacked me in Albania two years ago and he has been nearby ever since, h-he… I mean… after my failure at Gringots in August he decided to keep a closer eye on me. ”
 
Severus shook his head trying to clear it, this night had been one of the most surreal experiences of his life, and now he had to get a deranged Dark Lord to Lucius Malfoy and work out how to use the diary to restore him. He and Lucius had cautiously experimented with the diary a few times but the magic in it was so powerful and complex that they hadn’t determined how to work it.
 
“Put your turban back on Quirenus and follow me.” Severus sighed and began trekking back out of the forest, leading the quivering man to the dungeons. He hoped that Harry was asleep as he didn’t want the man in his current state near his pet.
 
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Harry heard his Master enter their quarters, then whispering voices, his master and another he couldn’t hear well enough to recognise. He stayed where he was curled naked on top of the bed clothes waiting for his Master’s return.
 
He heard the floo flare to life and another whispered conversation with a third person through the fire then the sound of someone leaving the room via the fireplace.
 
Harry assumed that the second man had left and waited another few moments before getting off the bed to greet his Master.
 
When Harry entered the living room he sensed his Master’s turmoil and dropped to his knees and shuffled over to kneel beside Severus who was sitting in his favourite leather wing-back chair by the fire, a glass of whisky allready in his hand. Harry knelt silently waiting to be acknowledged by his Master.
 
Severus glanced down at the offered body at his side. Harry was so gloriously submissive, he would wait there all night for Severus to call him, silently offering himself to his master’s pleasure whatever that may be.
 
Severus picked up his wand to expand the chair he was in making it the size of a two seater couch, he then patted his lap, a signal for the boy who immediately leapt up to lie himself over the dark clothed lap, positioned for a spanking with his arse held high.
 
Harry was wondering why it was that he was to receive punishment. He couldn’t remember doing anything wrong but Severus was in a dark mood and had been silent so far so Harry kept quiet and would accept any punishment given.
 
Severus smiled lightly admiring the body over his lap and began trailing his fingers over the soft silky skin, delighting in the textures and loosing himself to the sensation for a moment. He needed to think, he cast a wandless lubrication spell on the boy and began teasing the puckered entrance with a finger.
 
It had been a trying evening and Severus was glad that the Dark Lord was Lucius’ problem now. With Quirell gone, a fact that would likely be discovered sometime tomorrow, Severus would be needed here at the school.
 
He slipped a finger into the ring of muscle, slightly disappointed when he slipped in easily. Harry would need the potion enema again. He plunged his finger in and out of the boy, enjoying the clamping and pushing of the muscles.
 
Someone would need to take over the DADA position, it was unlikely that Quirell would survive; Dumbledore would have difficulty finding a replacement this far into the term.
 
He pushed another finger in, holding the boy down with the other hand as he squirmed. The movement was annoying him, he released the boy and stilled his hand a moment to pick up his wand, casting an immobilising spell.
 
Dumbledore would no doubt be furious that Quirell left, now who was supposed to go after the fake stone. Who was Harry supposed to fight now?
 
That was better, the boy could not move but was pliant if Severus wished to move him himself. Severus continued working his fingers into the boy languidly, stretching and tugging.
 
Harry, his little pet. How could Dumbledore treat his sweet little pet like that. No doubt he would try to train the boy and then allow Harry to die while taking Voldemort down with him.
 
This was so perfect, like when Harry was asleep and he played with boy, he could just do as he pleased and Harry couldn’t move or do anything to stop him. His supple body just reacting to Severus’s touches. The dark man pushed a third finger in, stretching and revelling in the tightness.
 
Voldemort… would the Dark Lord recover from his ordeal as a spirit? What would the diary do? Would it bring him back to his former glory? What was the magic in the book? It was very dark and very powerful.
 
Severus altered his strokes, moving fast and then slow, gentle then harsh as his thoughts ebbed and flowed. The tight heat around his fingers was relaxing, playing with his pet like this gave his hands something to do as his mind wandered, flitting from subject to subject.
 
What was the Dark Lord going to think about Harry? Would he still want to kill the boy? NO!
 
He pushed a fourth finger inside the boy.
 
Harry is mine, I won’t let him die. Severus wasn’t in love with Harry, he loved him like a son, the same way he loved Draco, but he didn’t want to give the boy up either. He belonged to Severus. It was Severus that saved him from his muggle relatives, Severus that showed his godmutt and wolf the truth about light and dark. The truth about Voldemort and Dumbledore.  Severus that bought the boy a wand at the age of seven, Severus who was the boy’s apprenticeship Master and Severus was the one who taught him to be a submissive… His submissive.
 
Severus growled lowly in his throat and ground his hand harshly into the boy’s yielding hole. He turned his hands to use his fingers to massage the prostate and grinned as he felt the boy stiffen despite the spell.
 
It was Severus who had encouraged the boy to enquire at Gringots about his other vaults and Severus had been enraged when Harry had received his accounting from the goblins. Harry had a vast fortune including many houses and a significant number of shares in many magical and muggle business, however Albus had used his position as Harry’s regent to stop Gringots from sending Harry his quarterly statements and had hidden the majority of his wealth and family heirlooms from the boy. In fact if Harry died it would all go to Dumbledore!
 
Severus slid his hand back and fourth in the boy, twisting occasionally, it just wasn’t quite right though. He remembered how Harry sucked his thumb and smiled.
 
Dumbledore had also made significant withdrawals over the years “all for Harry”, for his upkeep, food, clothes, toys, education, holidays and more. None of this had ever been spent on Harry.
 
Severus lifted the spell just on Harry’s head and placed his thumb on the boy’s lips. Harry happily opened his mouth to take in the digit, keeping quiet as his Master obviously wanted.
 
Severus had to convince the Dark Lord that Harry was on their side, he had to convince him not to kill the boy, although remembering Quirell’s behaviour over the past months perhaps that wouldn’t be so difficult.
 
Yes that was better, the feeling of Harry sucking on his thumb reminded him of those nights in Grimmauld place when he touched the boy in his sleep and he kept up the movement of his fingers in the boy’s arse, feeling him suck harshly whenever he grazed his prostate.
 
Did the Dark Lord desire Harry as his own?
 
Severus twisted his hand viscously drawing a startled gasp then a moan from Harry.
 
Harry was his… perhaps the Dark Lord would just want to play with them a bit?
 
Severus pushed his hand further into the boy, his hand up to his thumb was in him now.
 
The Dark Lord had been a creative and virulent lover and had partaken in many of his servants during his last reign. There had been wild parties full of booze and sex with all the debauchery they could think of. His Lord would always be in the middle of it, either partaking or watching and directing. It was beautiful and hedonistic, perhaps the Dark Lord would be revived to his former glory and Severus would be able to show off his pretty boy.
 
Severus pulled his hand partly and curling his thumb in while casting a second lubrication spell thrust his whole hand up to the wrist into his pet ignoring the agonised scream from the boy.
 
It would be perfect. Him dressed in his most imposing robes enters the room but all eyes are on his barely clad pet, crawling at his feet.
 
True he probably should have warned the boy, they had never done this before, but as he twitched his hand slightly, rubbing against the prostate and allowing the boy time to adjust to the sudden intrusion he heard the boy moan around his thumb.
 
Everyone would want a piece of his pet, but only those that he allowed would touch him.
 
Severus slowly made a fist with his hand, letting the boy adjust again.
 
He would tie him up and allow them to look, allow them all to watch as he tortured his boy in front of them. Only letting him come when he was satisfied.
 
Severus began to move his hand forwards, pushing further into the boy on his lap, before withdrawing again to his wrist and returning, sliding more and more into the boy with each thrust. He could hear Harry’s moans and sobs but tuned them out.
 
Perhaps he would cage the boy and let the others pet him through the bars, have Harry suck the cocks that are presented to him. Have them come on him till his is covered.
 
He slowed his pace to torturously slow, grazing the boy’s prostate as he went. He could just imagine Harry fighting the immobilisation spell, trying to move.
 
Perhaps he would introduce the boy to women, there would be almost as many women at the parties as men, most as subs and pets but some as Dommes. Severus was fairly certain that Harry had never been with a woman before.
 
He pulled his hand out of his sub up to the base of his thumb.
 
Perhaps he would just tie Harry up to a pummel horse and allow all the men in the room to fuck him, to fill him with their come until his stomach distended with it and it ran down his thighs.
 
Severus then removed his thumb from Harry’s protesting mouth to take up his wand and released the immobilising spell and rammed his fist back into his pet till three quarters of the way up his forearm.
 
Harry screamed and came sobbing, shuddering, and clamping down over Severus’s arm, then collapsed again, utterly still except for shuddering breaths. Severus smiled realising the boy had passed out and gathered him in one arm, the other still inside him like a hand puppet and carried him to the bedroom. Severus then laid the boy on the bed and slowly removed his arm and hand, he paused momentarily to watch the gaping hole twitch , Harry would definitely need the potion now.
 
Severus was incredibly and painfully hard now, he moved his robe aside and lowered his fly, his dark purple cock popped out and he quickly grasped it, pulling only twice before he came, pointing it towards the boy’s hairless flaccid cock, his come mixing with the boy’s. Severus then mixed the seed together and smeared it on the boy’s small penis and balls then along his crack and around the open hole, much as he had done when the boy was seven. Except now that Harry was his, he left it there. Marking the boy as his.
 
Severus cast a cleaning charm over his arm and cuddled down with harry on the bed not bothering to remove his clothes, as his mind shut down for sleep he heard Harry unconciously purring. He moved his arm around to place his thumb in Harry’s mouth to quiet the boy and was asleep before he could register that something was wrong with the situation.
 
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The next morning saw Dumbledore pacing in his office, Quirell was gone, no note, he hadn’t even packed up his office he was just gone. Leaving no trace. The headmaster had tried locating the man but he was gone, the location spells didn’t work, it was likely that he was dead.
 
Perhaps one of the animals in the forest got the better of him. Dumbledore knew that Quirell was drinking the Unicorn’s blood to keep the Dark Lord alive and that Voldemort was possessing the man.  Perhaps one of the acromantulas got him?
 
Dumbledore had been planning on leading both him and Harry down the trap door to pit him against each other and try to get the boy’s mas-Montu characteristics to show. He had been disappointed with the boy’s dealings with the troll. Sure he had saved the girl but he hadn’t rushed headlong into the danger and fought the troll like he was supposed to. Like a warrior should. Like a Gryffindor. The boy was too Slytherin and self preserving. Damn!
 
Now how was Dumbledore supposed to save him at the last moment and gain his respect and loyalty. How was he supposed to have a chat with the boy about good and evil?
 
Harry would be staying in the castle this Christmas instead of going home to the horrible muggles. He could use that as an opportunity to talk with the boy. He would probably have to return the cloak as well… damn again!
 
Why was the universe against him? He was just trying to rid the world of darkness, the power he would receive for doing it would just be his reward for his hard work. Just like the money he had taken from Harry’s vaults. That was his payment, his due. He was owed it by the boy and the world for working to eradicate the dark.
 
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A/N: I always wondered why Quirellmort went after the Philosopher’s stone when he had Horcruxes at his disposal. So here is my answer… he was insane… was or is???? Anyway that doesn’t matter.

Also so you know I will be giveing more info about the Dark Vows later in the story. You'll just have to wait *smirks*. 

Oh and this chapter name along with many from this story are taken from the books.
 
Review! Severus wakes up tomorrow to realise that he had quietened Harry’s purring last night! How will Harry be punished?
 
Will the Dark Lord be revived properly?
 
Will the dark side have wild sex parties?
 
Stay tuned and Review! Reviews feed the muse and your comments and ideas inspire me!
 
With love, MeToo