Tommy, Son of a Dark Lord

A/N: For the reviewer that asked: the story takes place in seventh year, after Harry has taken Draco's wand and escaped. They are all at least 17 years old by now, Ron is nearly 18. Any other details about Draco and his condition, will have to wait for further explanation in the story. Sorry.

Chapter Two: Gestation begins

The Dark Lord rose and cleaned himself, wrapping his robes around his body and calling his wand to his hand.
He smoothed his distended belly one last time as he waved his wand and straightened the bedding.
“Rest well, my baby boy. Daddy has some business to take care of.” He said, walking to the door.
One last wave, setting wards around the room and then locking the door behind him, and Voldemort headed for the throne room and his waiting followers.

When he woke, Draco felt stiff and lethargic, mainly from the position he had been trapped in, but also from the fact that he’d been stressed out beforehand. He tried to stretch out a little, shifting arms and legs to the extent he could and arching his back.
From his new position, his knees spread slightly, Draco noted another change in his body. The soft blond curls that had previously decorated his nether region were gone and only the pale flesh remained.
On impulse, he flexed his arms and reached up to touch his head with both hands.
Gone! His famous platinum locks, the pride of his ego and draw to many an affectionate stroke from his housemates, were no longer there, leaving only a smooth head that reminded him of the snake-headed bastard that was responsible for his current predicament.
He remembered the last words of his captor and an idea came to him. In retaliation, he shifted hard with both his elbows and feet, trying to punch his way through to his freedom.
These exertions were exhausting and though he couldn’t keep up for long, he was aware of some moaning sounds that made him certain he’d had some effect, however small.

The Dark Lord dropped into his ‘throne’ holding his belly as a queasy feeling came over him and the nearest of his death eaters gathered closer in concern.
“Are you feeling alright, Master?” Bellatrix cooed from his right elbow as Wormtail cowered near his left.
“I’m fine!” he shouted, his splayed hands barely hiding the undulating movements under his robe.
All of his followers had noticed the new development, but none had the courage to ask their master about it.
Snape had a sneaking suspicion, and he had not seen any of the Malfoy’s since earlier that day.
Voldemort stood, slightly wavering, a moan escaping as he seemed to experience a particularly nasty stomach ache, and addressed his death eaters.
“With the gracious aid of two among your fellows, your Lord is soon to see his greatest dreams come true. Before I come to my full power and control over the wizarding world. I, Lord Voldemort, will see the birth of my son. How can we best celebrate this coming event?”
The room was stunned silent and Snape took advantage to make his way to the back of the crowded group and find the door. He slipped out without notice, intent on getting a message to Remus as quickly as possible.
After he had left, Rudolphus LeStrange chose to speak. “My Lord, I have a suggestion.” he called as he worked his way forward. “Some of my men found a family of a Muggleborn and after burning them out, we captured the boy for your pleasure. He is bonny and toned, the way My Lord appreciates.”
“Show me this boy.” Voldemort said, settling down and relaxing as the movement of his abdomen slowed. “Sleep now, little one.” he whispered to the bulge.
The crowd parted and several cloaked figures came forward, pulling a teen boy between them toward the dais.
He was filthy and bruised, wearing only a crude loincloth and a pair of old sandals. Yet, he was indeed an attractive youth, and his body was lean and healthy, built for speed and agility, like a Quidditch player.
“Hmm, very good Rudophus.” Voldemort said, “give him the serum, I want to speak with him.”
Rudolphus stepped up to the boy as the two held him still and forced his mouth open. Three drops of the clear liquid in the death eater’s vial went into his mouth before he was forced to kneel before the Dark Lord.
“Tell me your name, boy.” Voldemort began.
“Wood, Oliver Wood.” the boy said.
“Very good. Now, answer me another. If I gave you the choice to follow me or die, what would you choose?” the Dark Lord asked.
“I could never follow you, even though I’m afraid of death.” Oliver said, quivering slightly.
“Ah, a Gryffindor.” Voldemort said, chuckling “We know how to make use of those from that house. Don’t we Rudolphus?” he called and the crowd chuckled darkly. “One last question, boy. Are you a virgin?” the Dark Lord asked his voice dripping with terrible promise.
“I-I am,” Oliver said, nearly frozen in fright.
“Good.” was the only thing Tom Riddle said.
Oliver was yanked from the floor and carried to a large stone table, stripped of his remaining clothes and stretched across its top, faced down and spread out. His head was held up by his hair and a massive penis presented for him. He looked up to find the Dark Lord there, smiling evilly as he pushed his length at Oliver’s mouth.
“Take it boy, or it will go worse for you. This is all the lube you’ll get, what you put there with your own mouth,” Bellatrix snarled in his ear and he quickly opened his lips. The length was pushed in eagerly.
Oliver felt the bulbous head pushing into his throat and nearly gagged as Voldemort chuckled above him, the swell of his belly rubbing against the boy’s forehead as he thrust in and out.
As soon as he felt the boy had coated him enough, he pulled out and released the hair from his fingers.
Oliver sagged back to the table.
Voldemort waved his wand and a sensation came to the captive boy like a scraping in his gut, then the hands that held him stretched his legs and the Dark Lord climbed between, brandishing his throbbing cock toward the virgin orifice.
Oliver screamed as a stabbing pain lanced through him, scorching his insides and radiating outward. He screamed until his throat gave out as Voldemort continued his onslaught.
The pain continued even after the Dark Lord climaxed and moved away.
Within seconds, another stepped up to the face of Oliver Wood and the torture began again. He was taken over and over, until he lost track of the takings and was numb from the pain. Still, it went on for hours on end.


Snape searched the halls, after returning from his brief meeting with Lupin.
The werewolf agreed that there was significance to the other’s observations, but had no idea what the Dark Lord had done.
Now, the dark-haired wizard was searching for the missing family among the many holding cells of these lower halls.
At the end of a narrow corridor, a warded door came into view and he crept toward it. There was a sliding cover over the window and he gently opened it to peer inside.
Lucius Malfoy sat on a lone chair at the room’s center, chained in place and facing the door.
Snape gasped as he looked at the bruising all over the man’s body, that was easily viewed in his naked state. The long blond hair was disheveled and dangling in the man’s face, unable to be moved as he was secured in his place.
“Is that you, My Lord?” Lucius called out, fear evident in his voice. “I am sorry to have displeased you. I will try harder, I swear it.”
“Lucius, it’s me.” Snape said and the blond looked shocked.
“Severus? Don’t try to help me. The door; it’s a trap.” He called out. “Find Cissy and Draco. Please, Severus, save my family.”
“I know. I will do my best. Lucius, do you know anything about the Dark Lord having a child?” he asked.
“Bellatrix lost it. She miscarried just after arriving in Azkaban. He still wants one, though.” Lucius said.
“Well, he seems to be having one. But this time he isn’t trusting any woman with it.” Snape explained and Lucius looked feral.
“Find my wife . . .find Narcissa! He wants a child with Black family blood!” Lucius screamed. “Go . . .Now!”
“I’ll go. I’ll try to come back if I find them. Trust me, Lucius.” Snape said before the closed the window and he moved away.

Now we have another character in the clutches of the evil Dark Lord. What will be next. Hmmm? Another chapter on Monday, the 26th.