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Died In The Darkness There
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,638
Reviews:
7
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.
And so it begins
Author Notes: Ok i know i was going to wait untill ive got 1 review. But i just finished chapter 2 and i decided to post it. ^.^
WARNING: M/M, slash, violence, bloodplay, Dark!Harry, Surprise pairings, mentions of Ron/Harry, Manipulative Dumbeldore, alittle gory this chappy.. But only for alittle bit. hmmm.. there will proabaly be more later... I will add them then.. ^^;
Key:
:Parsteltongue: (sp?)
~~~ Page break. (usualy at beginging and end of each chappy)
- Flashbacks.. -
~ POV ~
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Chapter 1 ~ And so it begins.
~ Voldemort’s POV ~
“Now we can do this the easy way. Or the hard way…” I twirl my wand between my fingers and look down at the pathetic death eater grovelling for my forgiveness and sneer.
“Oh please master! It wasn’t my fault! It was the ministry and their auroras lord. Don’t hurt me I was doing well until they showed up. Please don’t hurt me.” He begs at my feet I can hear his snivelling.
Ugh he’s pathetic truly not worth it. I roll my wand between my fingers absentmindedly keeping a perfect calm. The other death eaters fidget in worry, I can tell they find it more scary when I’m clam after a incident like this than when I’m yelling at them.
I open my mouth to begin a curse but there is a blinding flash and a boy, falls from the dungeon roof and lands on the grovelling man, groaning as he wakes up.
I wave an arm and two death eaters move forward to haul him to his knees. They hold him up in front of me and I cant help but internally snicker, a unknown boy falling on top of my failee is so much more interesting than a cruciatis.
I look him over as he is hauled to his feet. His hair is long and black tied at the base of the neck with a black strap. His cloths are torn and look like they were put through a blender the cuts marring his ivory skin and tall build seem to fit with this theory. All in all attractive if he wasn’t covered in wounds.
“What shall we do with him milord?” Lucius’ voice cuts through my pondering, as they wait for my answer.
“Put him in one of the spare rooms and have a medi-witch see to his injuries. Severus.” I call and a tall black-cloaked figure prostrates himself in front of me and proceeds to kiss my hem before taking a standing position next to the crushed death eater struggling on the ground. “Go with them and make sure he is fit to see me in 30 mins.” I wave my left hand and they move out of the main chamber and into one of the many passages to the left of my throne.
I stand and raise my hand in a round gesture indicating the end of the gathering. “Take him with you.” I glair at the crowd of death eaters and a hand full come forward and study the crushed one of their ranks figuring how to get him out of there without exacerbating his injuries.
I take a look at him. Truly pathetic, but somehow pleasing I stand and watch as blood dribbles from the side of his mouth and notice that one of his ribs is protruding through his chest and a large amount of blood is pooling on the floor beneath his still breathing corps. He takes a ragged breath and howls in pain as they lift him gently between the 4 of them. His arm is twisted at an odd angle and blood pouring for many wounds on his body as a side affect of cushioning the fall of someone falling from such a height.
I smile in sadistic pleasure as I rise from my throne and walk down the passageway Severus and the others took, walking till a see the door of one of the guest bedrooms.
I move into it and dismiss the gathered death eaters leaving with me the medi-witch, and her charge. He is sitting up in bed eating a bowl of what seems to be chicken soup. He has long hair reaching his mid back, pulled back and is dressed in a white regulatory hospital robe. He notices me and looks up at me, my red eyes meeting his green and red flecked pools. “Voldimort?” He speaks in astonishment. His voice low but articulate. I correct myself this is not a boy as I thought before but a young many maybe 21.
The medi-witch besides up shudders at the name and excuses herself from the room, closing the door behind her. I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t fear me?” This is a revelation, someone in this world who doesn’t fear me. I dismiss my glamour I use for meetings. Lately I’ve had a de-ageing potion developed and have reverted to the look of a man in his early thirties. Tho I wear glamour to gatherings.
I run a hand through the short black hair in a nervous gesture as he studies me under a critical eye.
“The fear of the name only increases the fear of the thing itself.” He says in a very matter of fact tone like he is quoting someone. Then scowls. Ah obviously bad memories attached to whoever said that, I file it away in my memory for future use. “Never mind that. Can I ask something.” The last bit is said as a statement not a question leaving no room to argue.
“Continue.” I make a familiar gesture with my left hand, I always was a very wide user of hand gestures.
“How did I get here?” He fidgets nervously and moves one of his hands to his face seemingly feeling his forehead for something.
“I have no idea. You fell from my ceiling in a blinding flash. Actually you fell on one of the death eaters I was about to curse.” He snickers his lip rising in a sneer.
“Your name.” I watch him as he fiddles with his hands at that question, wringing them together and looking to the bed. “What is your name.” I say it more forcefully this time, and retrieve his wand from the bedside table before he notices its presence.
I lift it to my face and look at it… I pause and do a double take. “Why are you carrying Harry Potter’s wand?” I narrow my eyes at him and summon my wand to my hand as a precaution.
He lifts his eyes to mine, the pools of emerald green and crimson red looking at me, before he speaks. “Because I am Harry. Abeit from a time foward, and willing to join your side.”
I look at him shocked. The story seems to fit. But why would he come back. “Have I won in the future and you want in with me so that you can save yourself?” I smirk evily in a self assured manner.
He suddenly bursts out laughing. “Actually I kill you, again. The ‘light’ wins the battle.” He sneers then calms suddenly and his voice is raised to less than a whisper as he speaks the next bit. “I realise that I was terribly controlled by the ‘light’ and wish to create a truce with you and kill them all.” He narrows his eyes and they flash red as his voice became threatening.
“How do I know I can trust you. How do I know you are not what you claim to be?” He waves his hand over his forehead and a unmistakeable scar marring its surface.
I gasp. “Your not the only one who uses glamours.” He raises his head pinning me with a evil smirk. “I once believed it could not be concealed but that was just another misconception of the ‘light’. As long as the spell is strong enough it works fine. But if this will work properly I do not wish to be known by my name and I wish to remain anonymous at gatherings.” He gazes penetratingly into my eyes.
“I believe that could be arranged. Until then wear this.” I wave my hand and summon a black robe, I turn to leave the room giving him some privacy but also to see to some outcomes of this situation. I speak as I leave. “I will be in the main hall. If your really potter you could find me.” I let the door close behind me and believe I can faintly hear him murmur.
“And so it begins.”
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Authors Notes: I will post the next bit when i finish the next chapter. But i want atleast one review please.. *beggs* And i know its not much longer.. ^^; It just seemed like the good place to end it..
WARNING: M/M, slash, violence, bloodplay, Dark!Harry, Surprise pairings, mentions of Ron/Harry, Manipulative Dumbeldore, alittle gory this chappy.. But only for alittle bit. hmmm.. there will proabaly be more later... I will add them then.. ^^;
Key:
:Parsteltongue: (sp?)
~~~ Page break. (usualy at beginging and end of each chappy)
- Flashbacks.. -
~ POV ~
~~~
Chapter 1 ~ And so it begins.
~ Voldemort’s POV ~
“Now we can do this the easy way. Or the hard way…” I twirl my wand between my fingers and look down at the pathetic death eater grovelling for my forgiveness and sneer.
“Oh please master! It wasn’t my fault! It was the ministry and their auroras lord. Don’t hurt me I was doing well until they showed up. Please don’t hurt me.” He begs at my feet I can hear his snivelling.
Ugh he’s pathetic truly not worth it. I roll my wand between my fingers absentmindedly keeping a perfect calm. The other death eaters fidget in worry, I can tell they find it more scary when I’m clam after a incident like this than when I’m yelling at them.
I open my mouth to begin a curse but there is a blinding flash and a boy, falls from the dungeon roof and lands on the grovelling man, groaning as he wakes up.
I wave an arm and two death eaters move forward to haul him to his knees. They hold him up in front of me and I cant help but internally snicker, a unknown boy falling on top of my failee is so much more interesting than a cruciatis.
I look him over as he is hauled to his feet. His hair is long and black tied at the base of the neck with a black strap. His cloths are torn and look like they were put through a blender the cuts marring his ivory skin and tall build seem to fit with this theory. All in all attractive if he wasn’t covered in wounds.
“What shall we do with him milord?” Lucius’ voice cuts through my pondering, as they wait for my answer.
“Put him in one of the spare rooms and have a medi-witch see to his injuries. Severus.” I call and a tall black-cloaked figure prostrates himself in front of me and proceeds to kiss my hem before taking a standing position next to the crushed death eater struggling on the ground. “Go with them and make sure he is fit to see me in 30 mins.” I wave my left hand and they move out of the main chamber and into one of the many passages to the left of my throne.
I stand and raise my hand in a round gesture indicating the end of the gathering. “Take him with you.” I glair at the crowd of death eaters and a hand full come forward and study the crushed one of their ranks figuring how to get him out of there without exacerbating his injuries.
I take a look at him. Truly pathetic, but somehow pleasing I stand and watch as blood dribbles from the side of his mouth and notice that one of his ribs is protruding through his chest and a large amount of blood is pooling on the floor beneath his still breathing corps. He takes a ragged breath and howls in pain as they lift him gently between the 4 of them. His arm is twisted at an odd angle and blood pouring for many wounds on his body as a side affect of cushioning the fall of someone falling from such a height.
I smile in sadistic pleasure as I rise from my throne and walk down the passageway Severus and the others took, walking till a see the door of one of the guest bedrooms.
I move into it and dismiss the gathered death eaters leaving with me the medi-witch, and her charge. He is sitting up in bed eating a bowl of what seems to be chicken soup. He has long hair reaching his mid back, pulled back and is dressed in a white regulatory hospital robe. He notices me and looks up at me, my red eyes meeting his green and red flecked pools. “Voldimort?” He speaks in astonishment. His voice low but articulate. I correct myself this is not a boy as I thought before but a young many maybe 21.
The medi-witch besides up shudders at the name and excuses herself from the room, closing the door behind her. I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t fear me?” This is a revelation, someone in this world who doesn’t fear me. I dismiss my glamour I use for meetings. Lately I’ve had a de-ageing potion developed and have reverted to the look of a man in his early thirties. Tho I wear glamour to gatherings.
I run a hand through the short black hair in a nervous gesture as he studies me under a critical eye.
“The fear of the name only increases the fear of the thing itself.” He says in a very matter of fact tone like he is quoting someone. Then scowls. Ah obviously bad memories attached to whoever said that, I file it away in my memory for future use. “Never mind that. Can I ask something.” The last bit is said as a statement not a question leaving no room to argue.
“Continue.” I make a familiar gesture with my left hand, I always was a very wide user of hand gestures.
“How did I get here?” He fidgets nervously and moves one of his hands to his face seemingly feeling his forehead for something.
“I have no idea. You fell from my ceiling in a blinding flash. Actually you fell on one of the death eaters I was about to curse.” He snickers his lip rising in a sneer.
“Your name.” I watch him as he fiddles with his hands at that question, wringing them together and looking to the bed. “What is your name.” I say it more forcefully this time, and retrieve his wand from the bedside table before he notices its presence.
I lift it to my face and look at it… I pause and do a double take. “Why are you carrying Harry Potter’s wand?” I narrow my eyes at him and summon my wand to my hand as a precaution.
He lifts his eyes to mine, the pools of emerald green and crimson red looking at me, before he speaks. “Because I am Harry. Abeit from a time foward, and willing to join your side.”
I look at him shocked. The story seems to fit. But why would he come back. “Have I won in the future and you want in with me so that you can save yourself?” I smirk evily in a self assured manner.
He suddenly bursts out laughing. “Actually I kill you, again. The ‘light’ wins the battle.” He sneers then calms suddenly and his voice is raised to less than a whisper as he speaks the next bit. “I realise that I was terribly controlled by the ‘light’ and wish to create a truce with you and kill them all.” He narrows his eyes and they flash red as his voice became threatening.
“How do I know I can trust you. How do I know you are not what you claim to be?” He waves his hand over his forehead and a unmistakeable scar marring its surface.
I gasp. “Your not the only one who uses glamours.” He raises his head pinning me with a evil smirk. “I once believed it could not be concealed but that was just another misconception of the ‘light’. As long as the spell is strong enough it works fine. But if this will work properly I do not wish to be known by my name and I wish to remain anonymous at gatherings.” He gazes penetratingly into my eyes.
“I believe that could be arranged. Until then wear this.” I wave my hand and summon a black robe, I turn to leave the room giving him some privacy but also to see to some outcomes of this situation. I speak as I leave. “I will be in the main hall. If your really potter you could find me.” I let the door close behind me and believe I can faintly hear him murmur.
“And so it begins.”
~~~
Authors Notes: I will post the next bit when i finish the next chapter. But i want atleast one review please.. *beggs* And i know its not much longer.. ^^; It just seemed like the good place to end it..