Dreams

Darkness had spread across the land like a plague. Harry still couldn’t believe how much change had occurred since he joined his lover. And none of the changes for the better only for the worst. So many lives were taken in a foolish attempt to stop his lover from fulfilling his dreams. Harry found it amusing that this all came about because of those dreams.

Everyone dreams even the dark lord Voldemort. And his dreams brought him the greatest pleasure in life. Every time he slept he dream he was torturing and killing his enemy Harry Potter. Voldemort favorite part of the dream was when he had Potter on his knees before him. He especially loves to hear Potter begging and pleading to him. Then the dreams suddenly change. And they shock, aroused and scare the hell out of him.

The new dreams now have me on my knees. And if that’s not bad enough Potter also has me begging and pleading to him. There is a new kind of torture a sexual kind. Potter give’s the orders when it should be the other away around. I’m terribly ashamed to say in the dreams Potter is my master. The things he orders me to do make me blush. Dark lords should never blush. I should not feel the greatest pleasure I ever felt at pleasuring him.

Potter could never be that commanding, controlling, and so very damn sexy. I think I been curse. Because there is no way in hell I would ever allow potter to do what ever he wanted with my body. I also would never take him inside my mouth or especially anywhere else. I have never been taken by another and I never will. And I would never beg potter to fuck me like a whore. I’m so very glad potter will never be able to see these embarrassing disturbing dreams.

But what Lord Voldemort did not know what that he had a connection with Harry Potter through the famous scar. So Harry potter was witness to every dream. They would both never allow another’s touch. They would fall in love with each other through these dreams. But they would both continue to deny it till the final battle.