Dark Gifts

*Parseltongue*
“Speaking”
‘Thoughts’

Chapter 1

(10 years later)
Headmaster Dumbledore sits in his office sucking on a lemon drop and reading the list of first years to enter Hogwarts. He looks concernedly of the list noticing Harry Potter is not on it. ’How very peculiar. His letter must not have reached him, or he probably thinks it is some kind of prank.’ Albus quickly sends for his groundskeeper, Hagrid, to go get the boy.

Hagrid, a friendly half-giant, immediately goes to the headmaster’s office to see what he wants. “Hagrid, I need you to go to the Dursleys to pick Harry up. It doesn’t look like he received his letter. He will also need someone to escort him to Diagon Alley.”

Hagrid, looking excited says, “ O’ course, Headmaster. I ‘aven’t seen Harry since he was a babe. I hope he is okay. I bet he looks jus’ like his father.” Dumbledore gives Hagrid the Dursley’s address as Hagrid leaves the office.

Number 4 looks just like every other house on the street. All were cookie cutter houses, green freshly cut lawns, beautifully kept gardens, and laughing children playing all over. Hagrid knocked on number four’s door. A child, well a whale really no child can be that huge, opened up the door and stared at the enormous man. The boy screams, “Mom, Dad, someone’s at the door,” and quickly, well not to quickly as the boy is huge, runs off to watch the television. A fat man, obviously the whale’s father, and a woman who looks like a horse comes to the door. They both look at Hagrid with obvious distain in their eyes. “Can I help you?” Says the man.

“Yes, I’m lookin’ for Harry is he here? He has been invited to Hogwarts, an’ I need to give him his letter.”

The man, Vernon, looks at his wife, Petunia, in confusion. “What?” Vernon asks.

“I’m ‘ere to take Harry to Diagon Alley, you know, for his things for school.” Hagrid says a little less jovially.

“I have no idea what your talking about. Who’s Harry? Wait a minute…isn’t Hogwarts that school for freaks my Petunia told me about?” Vernon’s face starts to get red and looks at his wife of conformation. Petunia nods slowly and looks back at Hagrid.

“What do you mean who’s Harry. You know, you’re nephew, the boy-who-lived, Lily and James’s son.” Hagrid says staring at them.

“I have never seen my nephew before, not like I would want to, go ask Lily if you want to see him and stay away from our nice normal home.” Petunia growls out.

“But Lily died 10 years ago, you have Harry, always had.” Hagrid says this in an obviously confused and annoyed voice.

“Lily’s dead, good riddance, one less freak to deal with. And as I have told you before, I have never seen my nephew before, he is not here so goodbye.” Petunia then slams the door shut in Hagrid’s face and locks it. Hagrid’s face goes pale and he quickly leaves to go see Dumbledore at Hogwarts.

Albus was sitting in his office talking quietly to his pet phoenix, Flawkes, when Hagrid barges in. “Headmaster Dumbledore sir, I wen’ to go pick up Harry, he isn’t there sir, they say he neve’ has been. They didn’t even know the Potter’s are dead. Somethin’ is really wrong there sir.” Hagrid said in a rush. Albus Dumbledore’s face kept getting paler at every word Hagrid spoke. He finally said, “Maybe someone took him in, he might still make it to the feast, we shall wait and see."

Tables filled with students were watching the first years be sorted. Professor McGonagall calls out, “Potter, Harry,” and looks around. Students break out into whispers and stand in theirs seats to catch a glimpse of the boy-who-lived. McGonagall clears her throat and says again, “Potter, Harry.” No one steps up to the stool and McGonagall glances at the headmaster.

The surrounding staff were the only people who heard the headmaster say, “Oh Merlin, what have I done?”

At the Slytherin table a small blonde smirks as he listens to the surrounding whispers about the boy-who-lived.

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(Hidden Room, Malfoy Manor)

An eleven year old boy looks out the window of his room. His emerald eyes stare at the moonlight and the storm going on outside. The boy is snow white, having never been outside. His room is huge decorated in greens, silvers, and blacks. The walls have expensive looking paintings, and one portrait to keep an eye on the boy. The bed, an obvious centerpiece is covered in rich silk sheets. Despite the boys captivity, he is relatively happy, knowing no other way of living. Sure he has never been outside, but Merlin knows what is out there in the huge world. He also has many books to keep him occupied.

Then of course there is Mister Malfoy to keep him company, and to teach him. The boy, Harry, thinks Mister Malfoy is his most favorite person in the world apart from Master. Sure he has never met Master, but Mister Malfoy tells him wonderful stories about his Lord. He has may followers to do his bidding, like a king. His Lord is respected and revered. He has a goal to purify the whole world. Taking out all the dirty and unworthy to make the world a better place. He is also so very powerful. And Harry, himself, will be the one by his side. To help his master in times of need and stress. He will help his master relax. He will do his part to please him, as any pet or slave should.

And Mister Malfoy has helped teach him, yes, he taught him well. You need a specific…technique to please Master. And of course the right look. You have to be innocent looking. And with huge emerald green eyes and shaggy hair, Harry pulls off innocent well. While he is still a virgin, after all that is Master’s to take, he does do other things. He happens to be really skilled with his mouth, at least that is what Mister Malfoy says. Many would describe Mister Malfoy as a mean man, cruel, and would even torture his own son as punishment, though Harry doesn’t believe this. The only scar Harry has on his body is on his forehead. He is not sure how he got it, but Mister Malfoy says his master already knows about it. When Harry is punished he is not punished severely, honestly how much trouble can you get into when you’ve lived in one set of rooms your whole life. Hell, Harry has only met Mister Malfoy and only seen his son Draco once or twice. Harry’s punishment is usually no dessert and a spanking. Not that the spanking doesn’t hurt, especially when Mister Malfoy uses the cane, but it is usually well deserved.

But when Harry is good he often gets rewarded. His favorite reward is his pet snake, Apollo, named after the Greek sun god. Mister Malfoy was really pleased when he found out Harry could speak to snakes. At this time Mister Malfoy walks in the door to Harry’s hidden rooms. “Harry, it’s time for practice.” Mister Malfoy said while sitting on the bed.

“Yes Mister Malfoy.” Harry quickly walks over to Mister Malfoy and kneels down. He unbuttons Lucius’ pants and unzips them. He pulls out the cock and sucks the head into his mouth.

“Yes,” Lucius Malfoy hisses out in pleasure, “your master will be pleased.”

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A little slashy. Next chapter you will see Voldemort. As I said before updates will be wonky, but don’t worry they won’t be too far apart. I’m going through college right now and am trying to fit a twelve week English course into 5 weeks so I have to write a lot for that so the chapters for this are short. I will try to update tomorrow. As I said before this is my first fanficion so be gentle.

Please Review. Constructive criticism I like, no one wants to read misspelled words and names. If you have an idea tell me about it, I might put it in. And lastly thanks to my reviewers: shy girl, Smailii1805, and Maizeysugah