Seduction of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult ++
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25
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65,241
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247
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Veela Heritage
Disclaimer-I do not own any of this!!
() Harry’s Thoughts ()
((Voldemort’s Thoughts))
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….^^ - Scene Change.
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Seduction of Darkness
Shades of Pale aka Poisoned Ink
Chapter 3
Veela Heritage.
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Voldemort was happy.
Well, as happy as a Dark Lord can get. For ages he had been trying to take Hogwarts, and every time he had tried, he failed. Now he had the perfect plan. He will make sure that this will not fail If he’s lucky he might even be able to end the Boy-who-just-won’t-fucking-die’s life. If those idiots were stupid enough to leave him in Hogwarts, so be it.
Voldemort growled as he called for a meeting.
“Wormtail!” He barked. The sight of the short and scrawny man cowering before him made him sink slightly in his luxurious throne.
“Yes My Lord?” Wormtail squeaked, and cringed as a pair of piercing red eyes stared down at him.
“Give me your arm.”
Wormtail stumbled forward, swaying slightly in fear, and shakily rolled up his sleeves, and held out his arm in front of Voldemort.
Voldemort sneered and grabbed Wormtail’s arm forcefully. He twisted the arm, and pressed his pale finger on the Dark Mark.
Wormtail closed his eyes and looked away from his arm. His face was twisted in pain and he was panting and whining, but not daring to cry out.
Voldemort kept his finger on the mark, ignoring Wormtail’s whines. After a minute, he removed his finger from Wormtail’s arm, satisfied when he saw blood leaking through the tattoo. He shoved Wormtail bodily away from his throne to the ground.
Death Eaters dressed in black robes and white masks begin to Apparate into the Dark Throne Room with popping sounds. Each on e of them lined up before the throne and kneeled in front of the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his robes, then backed away and found a space in the stone room and stood quietly.
Voldemort waited until all of the Death Eaters were present, and he couldn’t help but sneer coldly as each one of them cringed at his voice.
“Severus.” Voldemort hissed.
A Death Eater from the center of the room stepped forward and bowed deeply.
“Yes my lord?”
“Is the potion finished?”
“My Lord, the potion should be finished in an hour or so.”
“Good. I want you to give the potion to Dumbledore, whichever way you want to do it. But do not hurt him. Is that understood?”
Severus paused for a second, letting the last sentence sink through his head.
“Yes my lord.”
Voldemort’s eyes fell into the dark eyes of Severus’. He stared into those dark eyes for some time, as if he could petrify Severus by looking at him. Finally he transferred his gaze onto another Death Eater.
“Lucius, I believe you took care of the Ministry?”
“Yes my lord. Fudge still doesn’t believe that you’ve came back, so they’re completely unprepared.”
“Perfect.” The cruelest grin appeared on the pale face.
^^..........SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….^^
Wormtail panted as he tried to get to his master’s quarters as soon as possible. Standing outside the great oak door, he tentatively knocked.
Voldemort groaned from inside his chambers. What did the rat want now?
He opened the doors and put his most malicious expression.
“What do you want?” He hissed angrily.
“My Lord.” Wormtail’s voice was barely audible, “There is a old man outside the castle, he wants to speak to you.”
“Is it one of Dumbledore’s most secretive order members?”
“Not that we’re aware of, My Lord.”
Voldemort snarled, and swished into his chambers.
“Let him in. Show him the Throne Room and I’ll be down there in 10 minutes.”
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….^^
The huge oak doors banged open, to reveal a snake like man with blood red eyes. The other man who was waiting patiently in the room bowed as the snake-like man settled down in his throne.
Voldemort looked at the old man carefully. The old man was nothing like any human he’d ever seen. Although he had long, white beard, his skin was moonlight pale and unwrinkled. His icy blue eyes seemed to radiate power, and his skin seemed to glow in the dark. He was wearing a simple white robe that fit him perfectly, but did nothing to cover his well muscled body. Voldemort frowned. He had to admit that the old man was…attractive.
“Who are you?” Voldemort hissed dangerously in his throne.
“I’m the secret keeper of the Veela King, My Highness.” The old man answered carefully, eyes filled with respect.
That caught Voldemort’s interest. He knew that veelas are extremely powerful creatures, the Noble Veelas are so powerful, they could compete and win a duel with himself. If the Noble Veelas had sent him a messenger, not to mention the King’s secret keeper, it must be important. If he got the veelas on his side of the war, there would be no doubt about victory.
A cold smile appeared on Voldemort’s face.
“Did your King want to discuss something? About the war, perhaps?”
“No, My Highness. It’s about you.”
((Me? What do they want from me? If they want me to marry one of their princesses……and why is he calling me My Highness?))
Voldemort narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“Oh?”
“Well, let’s start from the beginning…”
((Oh bugger, this is going to be a long story.))
Voldemort conjured some tea for himself and the visitor.
The old man sipped on his tea, and started talking.
“About 50 years ago, Queen Raina was married to King Laird, the current King of the Veelas. It was an arranged marriage. The Queen was not King Laird’s mate. Although the King did have some feelings for the Queen, he did not love her.”
((This is like hearing the Malfoy history!))
“They lived peacefully in the Palace for about a year, until the King met a servant named Jacinda. The King soon found out that Jacinda was his true mate, and made a secret place for her to stay and started an affair with her. About a year later, the King got Jacinda pregnant. When the child was born, they couldn’t announce it because a veela has only one offspring in their life time and therefore, there is not a lot of newborn veelas every year. The king had to give the young prince to a muggle family. Now the King is retiring, we must find the young prince to take the King’s place.”
Voldemort groaned inwardly. This was another hard errand he had to run.
He sneered at the old man.
“So you want me to find the young prince for you?”
The old man paused, fingers twitched with nervousness. Voldemort’s eyes narrowed again.
“There is something you should know, My Highness. The muggle family that King Laird gave the prince to had the family name of Riddle. Therefore, they named the prince Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
Voldemort spat out the tea in his mouth.
((ME? A VEELA PRINCE? YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING ME.))
Voldemort strode toward the man, standing merely an inch from him.
“Old Fool, are you blind? Do I LOOK like a veela to you?”
The old man looked at the veela prince.
Voldemort was bones wrapped in skin. Tightly wrapped. He looked like he might collapse any minute, but that didn’t effect the aura of power surrounding him. His face was dry and wrinkled, and a side of his neck was not covered by his skin. His eyes were blood red, and looked spooky. If anything, Lord Voldemort did not look like a veela. He merely looked like a human.
“No. Not yet. But there is no doubt that you are the Prince, My Highness.”
Voldemort growled in front of him, and strode back to his throne.
((Maybe a Veela Prince isn’t that bad. I can certainly take over the world.))
“Fine.” Voldemort spat. “Why did you choose to tell me now?”
“My Highness, we found out that your mate is going to turn sixteen at midnight today.”
((MY MATE!!!! No, I take that back. This is BAD.))
“Mate?”
“Yes, My Highness, your mate. Every veela has one. Normal veelas couldn’t live without their mate. The Noble Veelas will go insane without a mate, but they do resist longer to insanity.”
((Wait a second. Did he just say 16 years old? I have a mate that’s 16 years old? Oh great, now not am I only a bastard, but a pervert too.))
“When can I get the position of the King?” Voldemort hissed.
“My Highness, you can’t take the position without a mate. King Laird did not find his mate for a long time, so the council decided to fake Queen Raina as his mate. But the council already knows that you have a mate that’s out there, so you can’t take the crown without your mate.”
Voldemort growled again. He did not like this. He did not like this at all.
“You better be telling the truth, old man. You can stay here at the Manor for tonight. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.” He snapped his fingers; a house elf appeared with a crack. “Twincky, lead this man to the guest wings.”
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….^^
Dream-
He was stroking someone’s thigh. The person under him squirmed, giving out a deep moan from his throat. He raised his head and moved his hand to stroke the person’s check gently. Red eyes met Emerald Green Eyes. He covered his partner’s lips in a soft kiss. The other person responded hesitatively. Voldemort ended the kiss and whispered in his partner’s ear.
“I love you Harry, You’re mine.”
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD………..^^
Voldemort sat up from his silk bed. He was panting as if he had just run a marathon. Ripples of desire were rippling through him. He knew exactly who his mate is.
“Fuck.” He whispered into the darkness of his room.
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A/N
REVIEW PLEASE!!!
I don’t really know the way Voldemort thinks, so instead I made it like normal person. If you don’t like the way he thinks just tell me!!
Next update might come slow because I have to go to New Orleans for 4 days…well, you guys can bear with it. Right?
() Harry’s Thoughts ()
((Voldemort’s Thoughts))
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….^^ - Scene Change.
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Seduction of Darkness
Shades of Pale aka Poisoned Ink
Chapter 3
Veela Heritage.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Voldemort was happy.
Well, as happy as a Dark Lord can get. For ages he had been trying to take Hogwarts, and every time he had tried, he failed. Now he had the perfect plan. He will make sure that this will not fail If he’s lucky he might even be able to end the Boy-who-just-won’t-fucking-die’s life. If those idiots were stupid enough to leave him in Hogwarts, so be it.
Voldemort growled as he called for a meeting.
“Wormtail!” He barked. The sight of the short and scrawny man cowering before him made him sink slightly in his luxurious throne.
“Yes My Lord?” Wormtail squeaked, and cringed as a pair of piercing red eyes stared down at him.
“Give me your arm.”
Wormtail stumbled forward, swaying slightly in fear, and shakily rolled up his sleeves, and held out his arm in front of Voldemort.
Voldemort sneered and grabbed Wormtail’s arm forcefully. He twisted the arm, and pressed his pale finger on the Dark Mark.
Wormtail closed his eyes and looked away from his arm. His face was twisted in pain and he was panting and whining, but not daring to cry out.
Voldemort kept his finger on the mark, ignoring Wormtail’s whines. After a minute, he removed his finger from Wormtail’s arm, satisfied when he saw blood leaking through the tattoo. He shoved Wormtail bodily away from his throne to the ground.
Death Eaters dressed in black robes and white masks begin to Apparate into the Dark Throne Room with popping sounds. Each on e of them lined up before the throne and kneeled in front of the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his robes, then backed away and found a space in the stone room and stood quietly.
Voldemort waited until all of the Death Eaters were present, and he couldn’t help but sneer coldly as each one of them cringed at his voice.
“Severus.” Voldemort hissed.
A Death Eater from the center of the room stepped forward and bowed deeply.
“Yes my lord?”
“Is the potion finished?”
“My Lord, the potion should be finished in an hour or so.”
“Good. I want you to give the potion to Dumbledore, whichever way you want to do it. But do not hurt him. Is that understood?”
Severus paused for a second, letting the last sentence sink through his head.
“Yes my lord.”
Voldemort’s eyes fell into the dark eyes of Severus’. He stared into those dark eyes for some time, as if he could petrify Severus by looking at him. Finally he transferred his gaze onto another Death Eater.
“Lucius, I believe you took care of the Ministry?”
“Yes my lord. Fudge still doesn’t believe that you’ve came back, so they’re completely unprepared.”
“Perfect.” The cruelest grin appeared on the pale face.
^^..........SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….^^
Wormtail panted as he tried to get to his master’s quarters as soon as possible. Standing outside the great oak door, he tentatively knocked.
Voldemort groaned from inside his chambers. What did the rat want now?
He opened the doors and put his most malicious expression.
“What do you want?” He hissed angrily.
“My Lord.” Wormtail’s voice was barely audible, “There is a old man outside the castle, he wants to speak to you.”
“Is it one of Dumbledore’s most secretive order members?”
“Not that we’re aware of, My Lord.”
Voldemort snarled, and swished into his chambers.
“Let him in. Show him the Throne Room and I’ll be down there in 10 minutes.”
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….^^
The huge oak doors banged open, to reveal a snake like man with blood red eyes. The other man who was waiting patiently in the room bowed as the snake-like man settled down in his throne.
Voldemort looked at the old man carefully. The old man was nothing like any human he’d ever seen. Although he had long, white beard, his skin was moonlight pale and unwrinkled. His icy blue eyes seemed to radiate power, and his skin seemed to glow in the dark. He was wearing a simple white robe that fit him perfectly, but did nothing to cover his well muscled body. Voldemort frowned. He had to admit that the old man was…attractive.
“Who are you?” Voldemort hissed dangerously in his throne.
“I’m the secret keeper of the Veela King, My Highness.” The old man answered carefully, eyes filled with respect.
That caught Voldemort’s interest. He knew that veelas are extremely powerful creatures, the Noble Veelas are so powerful, they could compete and win a duel with himself. If the Noble Veelas had sent him a messenger, not to mention the King’s secret keeper, it must be important. If he got the veelas on his side of the war, there would be no doubt about victory.
A cold smile appeared on Voldemort’s face.
“Did your King want to discuss something? About the war, perhaps?”
“No, My Highness. It’s about you.”
((Me? What do they want from me? If they want me to marry one of their princesses……and why is he calling me My Highness?))
Voldemort narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“Oh?”
“Well, let’s start from the beginning…”
((Oh bugger, this is going to be a long story.))
Voldemort conjured some tea for himself and the visitor.
The old man sipped on his tea, and started talking.
“About 50 years ago, Queen Raina was married to King Laird, the current King of the Veelas. It was an arranged marriage. The Queen was not King Laird’s mate. Although the King did have some feelings for the Queen, he did not love her.”
((This is like hearing the Malfoy history!))
“They lived peacefully in the Palace for about a year, until the King met a servant named Jacinda. The King soon found out that Jacinda was his true mate, and made a secret place for her to stay and started an affair with her. About a year later, the King got Jacinda pregnant. When the child was born, they couldn’t announce it because a veela has only one offspring in their life time and therefore, there is not a lot of newborn veelas every year. The king had to give the young prince to a muggle family. Now the King is retiring, we must find the young prince to take the King’s place.”
Voldemort groaned inwardly. This was another hard errand he had to run.
He sneered at the old man.
“So you want me to find the young prince for you?”
The old man paused, fingers twitched with nervousness. Voldemort’s eyes narrowed again.
“There is something you should know, My Highness. The muggle family that King Laird gave the prince to had the family name of Riddle. Therefore, they named the prince Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
Voldemort spat out the tea in his mouth.
((ME? A VEELA PRINCE? YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING ME.))
Voldemort strode toward the man, standing merely an inch from him.
“Old Fool, are you blind? Do I LOOK like a veela to you?”
The old man looked at the veela prince.
Voldemort was bones wrapped in skin. Tightly wrapped. He looked like he might collapse any minute, but that didn’t effect the aura of power surrounding him. His face was dry and wrinkled, and a side of his neck was not covered by his skin. His eyes were blood red, and looked spooky. If anything, Lord Voldemort did not look like a veela. He merely looked like a human.
“No. Not yet. But there is no doubt that you are the Prince, My Highness.”
Voldemort growled in front of him, and strode back to his throne.
((Maybe a Veela Prince isn’t that bad. I can certainly take over the world.))
“Fine.” Voldemort spat. “Why did you choose to tell me now?”
“My Highness, we found out that your mate is going to turn sixteen at midnight today.”
((MY MATE!!!! No, I take that back. This is BAD.))
“Mate?”
“Yes, My Highness, your mate. Every veela has one. Normal veelas couldn’t live without their mate. The Noble Veelas will go insane without a mate, but they do resist longer to insanity.”
((Wait a second. Did he just say 16 years old? I have a mate that’s 16 years old? Oh great, now not am I only a bastard, but a pervert too.))
“When can I get the position of the King?” Voldemort hissed.
“My Highness, you can’t take the position without a mate. King Laird did not find his mate for a long time, so the council decided to fake Queen Raina as his mate. But the council already knows that you have a mate that’s out there, so you can’t take the crown without your mate.”
Voldemort growled again. He did not like this. He did not like this at all.
“You better be telling the truth, old man. You can stay here at the Manor for tonight. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.” He snapped his fingers; a house elf appeared with a crack. “Twincky, lead this man to the guest wings.”
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….^^
Dream-
He was stroking someone’s thigh. The person under him squirmed, giving out a deep moan from his throat. He raised his head and moved his hand to stroke the person’s check gently. Red eyes met Emerald Green Eyes. He covered his partner’s lips in a soft kiss. The other person responded hesitatively. Voldemort ended the kiss and whispered in his partner’s ear.
“I love you Harry, You’re mine.”
^^……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD……….SoD………..^^
Voldemort sat up from his silk bed. He was panting as if he had just run a marathon. Ripples of desire were rippling through him. He knew exactly who his mate is.
“Fuck.” He whispered into the darkness of his room.
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A/N
REVIEW PLEASE!!!
I don’t really know the way Voldemort thinks, so instead I made it like normal person. If you don’t like the way he thinks just tell me!!
Next update might come slow because I have to go to New Orleans for 4 days…well, you guys can bear with it. Right?