Deliver us to evil, for ours is the kingdom
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Adult ++
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25,614
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Chapter 3
Title: Deliver us to evil, for ours is the kingdom Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of Harry Potter (mores the pity! nor do i make any money from this
Author: MelodyofChoas
Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle,
Warnings: Dark! Harry fic, violence,
Summery: When the Dark Lord orders a death eater to save Harry Potter from his relatives, Harry suspects something is amiss. When Lucius turns up at Hogwarts, his suspicions deepen. When Draco Malfoy starts acting weird, Harry is convinced something is wrong, but can he stop it? In the end, will he want too?
Big thanks to my wonderful beta, Amanda Saitou
Harry woke up in a cold sweat, panting as though he had just run a marathon. Harry grabbed his wand from under the pillow, and muttered a spell to tell him the time: 5:30am. Harry groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. He thought of his friends, especially as later tomorrow they’d be stepping off the Hogwarts Express, laughing and joking; Ron complaining he was hungry and that they couldn’t get to the feast faster; Hermione eager to get to the library and to start the year’s classes; everyone trying to guess who the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher would be, and placing bets on how long he or she would last. He wondered what they were all doing at the moment. Ron would be properly trying to complete his summer work in one night, and Hermione would be properly ensuring she had memorised the curriculum for that year.
Harry sighed, whilst happy to be away from his relatives early, he did miss getting to join in the yearly tradition of the train journey. Harry closed his eyes again, hoping sleep would come again, but this time, without the nightmares that normally accompanied it.
Voldemort, meanwhile, had not yet slept. He had tried, but was wound far too tightly to sleep. He was also concerned that when he did sleep, Harry would see what he was dreaming, although this happening in reverse could be a unexpected boom, he mused. This was cut short when he realised he had referred to Potter as Harry. Damn the nightmares for making him feel such unwanted emotions for the boy! He sighed, giving up on his unproductive train of thought. He was better off getting up and dressed and getting a very early start on his day.
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“Severus! Do come in!” Lucius’ eyes lit up as Severus walked through the ornate doorway. “Let me take your cloak”.
“Thank you, Lucius” Severus replied, handing the elder Malfoy his black travelling cloak.
“Dinner is ready Masters Malfoy and Snape.” A tiny house-elf squeaked, having popped in just after the two men exchanged greetings.
“Excellent. Thank you Mipsy” Lucius drawled. “I do hope you’re hungry, Sev. You don’t eat enough as it is.”
Severus rolled his eyes. He had learned the hard way that it was easier to allow Lucius to fuss over him. He made no protest or comment and followed the tall blond down the long, lavishly decorated hallway.
They soon arrived in what was termed the ‘small’ dining room, a room which could, actually, easily accommodate a hundred spread out guests. On the table in front of them was a spread of all of Severus’ favourite foods. ‘Looks like Luc was serious about the me not eating enough’ Severus thought, not unkindly. Lucius was the only person he allowed to make a fuss over him, if only because being in the blonds’ bad books was never an enjoyable experience. Severus held in an amused chuckle, nobody would ever believe Lucius Malfoy had a mothering quality to him. The man would have made an amazing actor. Not that he would ever tell Lucius that, on occasion, he rather reminded him of Molly Weasley at her most suffocating. He rather enjoyed having everything still attached and mentioning such things to the blond wouldn’t end well. Nobody pissed off a Malfoy, not just because they were an infamous ‘Dark’ family, but because of the legendary Malfoy temper.
Both men sat at the beautifully laid table. As always, Lucius watched Severus fill his plate with a watchful eye and a mothering air to him, as Severus resisted the urge to smirk at his friend. The men ate the delicious food, their conversation never wavering. It was about the only time Severus let down any of his barriers, the fact Severus knew Lucius’ secret didn’t hurt the trust between the two either.
“Dad?” Draco’s voice called out. Lucius turned towards the door of the dining room, clearly preparing to run to Draco, Severus lifted his wine glass to cover his smile as he imagined what possible scenarios were running through the overprotective and slightly mad blond’s mind. Draco chose that moment to walk into the opulent room, only clad in his dark green silken pyjama bottoms. Severus let out a small chuckle which was hastily disguised as a cough as Lucius tried to stop himself drooling. No need to spoil what had been a lovely evening with Lucius cursing him. However, whilst his pathetic attempt seemed to have gone unnoticed by the amusingly psychotic blond, Draco looked suspiciously like he was trying to not laugh.
“Draco? What is the matter?” Lucius asked softly, silver eyes never moving from Draco, even when he was sure he heard Severus chuckle behind him. Severus knew from the way Lucius sat leaning out of his chair he barely reining in the desire to take his only son into his arms.
“Nothing is wrong, I just fancied a snack and thought I’d come and have a chat with you and Sev”, Draco replied innocently, however Draco looked like sin personified as he answered his father, winding his already red-tinted tongue around the blood pop he was now sucking on. Both Malfoys never moved, but stared into each other’s eyes, the moment strangely intimate, Severus almost felt like he was intruding. He was, however, certain, if he didn’t say anything the Malfoys would be naked and shagging on the dinner table before anyone could say ‘Merlin’s balls!’
He cleared his throat, and at last, the two men broke eye contact. Although he now had two confused pairs of silvery grey eyes looking at him. Lucius frowned. “Sev, you should eat some more. You are far too thin!”
Severus tried not to laugh at the mental images of Lucius as the Weasley’s matriarch. He had, after all, heard those words uttered often by the red-headed witch, just tended to be directed at Potter.
“Lucius, thank you for the meal, but I must return to Hogwarts, what with the descent of the monstrous brats happening tomorrow.” Severus drawled.
“Of course, Sev. You have to come back soon, I know how you bury yourself in work and don’t eat or sleep enough.” Lucius replied. Severus rolled his eyes behind the blond’s safely turned back.
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Harry awoke with a start. He now almost wished for the return of his horrific nightmares. Imaging that… well, he almost preferred the nightmares. It was odd though, it almost felt like one of his visions, expect for that it didn’t hurt, his scar only tingled, and even that wasn’t unpleasant. Harry shuddered at the thought of Voldemort thinking about that. Somehow, Harry didn’t think he would be running to the Headmaster to inform him of what Harry thought Voldemort was up. Talking about sex with his friends was embarrassing enough, but the grandfatherly Headmaster? No, absolutely not.
Harry stretched and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Perhaps a nice relaxing shower would help to suppress the dream… no nightmare, Harry corrected himself furiously. Harry groaned with despair as he looked at his lap. He told himself it was a reaction to stress. But when the memory of what seemed to be an older version of the Tom Riddle he had seen in the Chamber, kissing him, and rubbing their naked bodies against each other ran across Harry’s mind, he could no longer justify the reaction as anything other than arousal. Better make that a cold shower, Harry decided.
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Tom tried to quell his restlessness, but were his Death eaters so tedious on purpose? Surely this level of boring conversation and reports couldn’t be by accident. He tried not to think of how a couple of Cruciatus curses would liven up the gathering. Because, as much as he hated it, it would only hurt Harry, and due to the disturbing nature of his recent dreams, he no longer wished harm upon Har.. Potter! Tom groaned mentally. This obsession with Potter was getting worse, he shuddered to think of the feelings that tended to flood him whilst he was asleep. Although it was amusing to imagine Potter’s reaction to the revelation that the Dark Lord, did in fact, have a sense of humour.
He sighed. “SILENCE!” Tom hissed loudly. All conversation and movement from all those in the room stopped instantly. “You are all dismissed.” He hissed, turning to leave the room, robes billowing out in a dramatic and vaguely threatening fashion. Unfortunately, he was stopped before he managed to leave the room.
“My Lord…”
Tom sighed, and sent up a silent prayer. Why, oh why, was he cursed to deal with this? He hadn’t done anything to deserve it! ‘Well, except for all the sinning’ he thought, mentally smirking.
“Yes, Bellatrix? Something else you wish to report upon on?”
“No, My Lord. I was wondering… We haven’t been on a raid in so long! And I want to get my hands on little baby Pothead! Yes, I do!” Bellatrix laughed, a harsh grating sound, insanity permeating the sound.
“Are you questioning me Bellatrix?” Tom hissed, his crimson eyes glowing with anger, and unbeknownst to the others in the room, hatred for one of his few female servants.
Bellatrix had the nerve to give an insane, harsh giggle, before she simpered, “No, my Lord.”
Tom resisted the urge to simply kill her, he felt so angry she had dared to imply anyone other than him would be getting his hands on his Harry. He pushed down the urge.
“Good, Bellatrix. You know what would happen otherwise. In fact, I believe a dose of Cruciatus should help you remember why you don’t question me.” He didn’t wait for the reply, but instead yelled, “CRUCIO!” Bellatrix began to scream, pain-filled yet lust also mingled with the sound. Tom felt sickened at the disgusting sound, and quickly broke the spell. “You are all dismissed”, he hissed, when no-body moved he added, “NOW!”, his voice raising and he allowed more power to slip through. All the remaining death-eaters fled, including Bellatrix, who was still laughing.
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Draco yawned and stretched as much as possible, limited by the arms and legs currently interwoven with his own. He smiled and put his head back on the pillow, he never slept well at Hogwarts, only at home in their bed. Draco lifted one elegant hand and gently traced the sleeping Lucius’ jaw. The other man stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Draco smiled softly, he rarely got to see Lucius so relaxed and carefree, he had never seen it occur with anyone other than himself, even with Severus, with who he was more relaxed with than most, Lucius still didn’t completely relax around Severus.
However, whilst Draco had been lost in his thoughts, Lucius had woken up and was now smiling softly at his thoughtful-looking lover. Two pairs of silver eyes met and both smiled at each, a soft, warm smile meant for lovers. Lucius leant in and softly kissed Draco, it was short and sweet. Lucius gently ran one large yet elegant hand down the side of Draco’s face. “Come on, my Dragon. We have to get up, Hogwarts awaits after all”.
Draco sighed and bit his lip, right before remembering that this time, Lucius would be coming with him! He quickly kissed him again, but much more passionate than before.
“Not that I mind, but what was that for?”
“I was thinking about all the sleepless nights I have to look forward, but then I remembered that you are coming with me!” Draco smiled happily, grey eyes sparkling. Lucius chuckled, and leant in and kissed his son’s forehead.
“Very true. Now, get up, we need to shower. We have to be at the train station at 10 o’clock!” Lucius murmured whilst cupping Draco’s cheek.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of Harry Potter (mores the pity! nor do i make any money from this
Author: MelodyofChoas
Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle,
Warnings: Dark! Harry fic, violence,
Summery: When the Dark Lord orders a death eater to save Harry Potter from his relatives, Harry suspects something is amiss. When Lucius turns up at Hogwarts, his suspicions deepen. When Draco Malfoy starts acting weird, Harry is convinced something is wrong, but can he stop it? In the end, will he want too?
Big thanks to my wonderful beta, Amanda Saitou
Harry woke up in a cold sweat, panting as though he had just run a marathon. Harry grabbed his wand from under the pillow, and muttered a spell to tell him the time: 5:30am. Harry groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. He thought of his friends, especially as later tomorrow they’d be stepping off the Hogwarts Express, laughing and joking; Ron complaining he was hungry and that they couldn’t get to the feast faster; Hermione eager to get to the library and to start the year’s classes; everyone trying to guess who the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher would be, and placing bets on how long he or she would last. He wondered what they were all doing at the moment. Ron would be properly trying to complete his summer work in one night, and Hermione would be properly ensuring she had memorised the curriculum for that year.
Harry sighed, whilst happy to be away from his relatives early, he did miss getting to join in the yearly tradition of the train journey. Harry closed his eyes again, hoping sleep would come again, but this time, without the nightmares that normally accompanied it.
Voldemort, meanwhile, had not yet slept. He had tried, but was wound far too tightly to sleep. He was also concerned that when he did sleep, Harry would see what he was dreaming, although this happening in reverse could be a unexpected boom, he mused. This was cut short when he realised he had referred to Potter as Harry. Damn the nightmares for making him feel such unwanted emotions for the boy! He sighed, giving up on his unproductive train of thought. He was better off getting up and dressed and getting a very early start on his day.
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“Severus! Do come in!” Lucius’ eyes lit up as Severus walked through the ornate doorway. “Let me take your cloak”.
“Thank you, Lucius” Severus replied, handing the elder Malfoy his black travelling cloak.
“Dinner is ready Masters Malfoy and Snape.” A tiny house-elf squeaked, having popped in just after the two men exchanged greetings.
“Excellent. Thank you Mipsy” Lucius drawled. “I do hope you’re hungry, Sev. You don’t eat enough as it is.”
Severus rolled his eyes. He had learned the hard way that it was easier to allow Lucius to fuss over him. He made no protest or comment and followed the tall blond down the long, lavishly decorated hallway.
They soon arrived in what was termed the ‘small’ dining room, a room which could, actually, easily accommodate a hundred spread out guests. On the table in front of them was a spread of all of Severus’ favourite foods. ‘Looks like Luc was serious about the me not eating enough’ Severus thought, not unkindly. Lucius was the only person he allowed to make a fuss over him, if only because being in the blonds’ bad books was never an enjoyable experience. Severus held in an amused chuckle, nobody would ever believe Lucius Malfoy had a mothering quality to him. The man would have made an amazing actor. Not that he would ever tell Lucius that, on occasion, he rather reminded him of Molly Weasley at her most suffocating. He rather enjoyed having everything still attached and mentioning such things to the blond wouldn’t end well. Nobody pissed off a Malfoy, not just because they were an infamous ‘Dark’ family, but because of the legendary Malfoy temper.
Both men sat at the beautifully laid table. As always, Lucius watched Severus fill his plate with a watchful eye and a mothering air to him, as Severus resisted the urge to smirk at his friend. The men ate the delicious food, their conversation never wavering. It was about the only time Severus let down any of his barriers, the fact Severus knew Lucius’ secret didn’t hurt the trust between the two either.
“Dad?” Draco’s voice called out. Lucius turned towards the door of the dining room, clearly preparing to run to Draco, Severus lifted his wine glass to cover his smile as he imagined what possible scenarios were running through the overprotective and slightly mad blond’s mind. Draco chose that moment to walk into the opulent room, only clad in his dark green silken pyjama bottoms. Severus let out a small chuckle which was hastily disguised as a cough as Lucius tried to stop himself drooling. No need to spoil what had been a lovely evening with Lucius cursing him. However, whilst his pathetic attempt seemed to have gone unnoticed by the amusingly psychotic blond, Draco looked suspiciously like he was trying to not laugh.
“Draco? What is the matter?” Lucius asked softly, silver eyes never moving from Draco, even when he was sure he heard Severus chuckle behind him. Severus knew from the way Lucius sat leaning out of his chair he barely reining in the desire to take his only son into his arms.
“Nothing is wrong, I just fancied a snack and thought I’d come and have a chat with you and Sev”, Draco replied innocently, however Draco looked like sin personified as he answered his father, winding his already red-tinted tongue around the blood pop he was now sucking on. Both Malfoys never moved, but stared into each other’s eyes, the moment strangely intimate, Severus almost felt like he was intruding. He was, however, certain, if he didn’t say anything the Malfoys would be naked and shagging on the dinner table before anyone could say ‘Merlin’s balls!’
He cleared his throat, and at last, the two men broke eye contact. Although he now had two confused pairs of silvery grey eyes looking at him. Lucius frowned. “Sev, you should eat some more. You are far too thin!”
Severus tried not to laugh at the mental images of Lucius as the Weasley’s matriarch. He had, after all, heard those words uttered often by the red-headed witch, just tended to be directed at Potter.
“Lucius, thank you for the meal, but I must return to Hogwarts, what with the descent of the monstrous brats happening tomorrow.” Severus drawled.
“Of course, Sev. You have to come back soon, I know how you bury yourself in work and don’t eat or sleep enough.” Lucius replied. Severus rolled his eyes behind the blond’s safely turned back.
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Harry awoke with a start. He now almost wished for the return of his horrific nightmares. Imaging that… well, he almost preferred the nightmares. It was odd though, it almost felt like one of his visions, expect for that it didn’t hurt, his scar only tingled, and even that wasn’t unpleasant. Harry shuddered at the thought of Voldemort thinking about that. Somehow, Harry didn’t think he would be running to the Headmaster to inform him of what Harry thought Voldemort was up. Talking about sex with his friends was embarrassing enough, but the grandfatherly Headmaster? No, absolutely not.
Harry stretched and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Perhaps a nice relaxing shower would help to suppress the dream… no nightmare, Harry corrected himself furiously. Harry groaned with despair as he looked at his lap. He told himself it was a reaction to stress. But when the memory of what seemed to be an older version of the Tom Riddle he had seen in the Chamber, kissing him, and rubbing their naked bodies against each other ran across Harry’s mind, he could no longer justify the reaction as anything other than arousal. Better make that a cold shower, Harry decided.
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Tom tried to quell his restlessness, but were his Death eaters so tedious on purpose? Surely this level of boring conversation and reports couldn’t be by accident. He tried not to think of how a couple of Cruciatus curses would liven up the gathering. Because, as much as he hated it, it would only hurt Harry, and due to the disturbing nature of his recent dreams, he no longer wished harm upon Har.. Potter! Tom groaned mentally. This obsession with Potter was getting worse, he shuddered to think of the feelings that tended to flood him whilst he was asleep. Although it was amusing to imagine Potter’s reaction to the revelation that the Dark Lord, did in fact, have a sense of humour.
He sighed. “SILENCE!” Tom hissed loudly. All conversation and movement from all those in the room stopped instantly. “You are all dismissed.” He hissed, turning to leave the room, robes billowing out in a dramatic and vaguely threatening fashion. Unfortunately, he was stopped before he managed to leave the room.
“My Lord…”
Tom sighed, and sent up a silent prayer. Why, oh why, was he cursed to deal with this? He hadn’t done anything to deserve it! ‘Well, except for all the sinning’ he thought, mentally smirking.
“Yes, Bellatrix? Something else you wish to report upon on?”
“No, My Lord. I was wondering… We haven’t been on a raid in so long! And I want to get my hands on little baby Pothead! Yes, I do!” Bellatrix laughed, a harsh grating sound, insanity permeating the sound.
“Are you questioning me Bellatrix?” Tom hissed, his crimson eyes glowing with anger, and unbeknownst to the others in the room, hatred for one of his few female servants.
Bellatrix had the nerve to give an insane, harsh giggle, before she simpered, “No, my Lord.”
Tom resisted the urge to simply kill her, he felt so angry she had dared to imply anyone other than him would be getting his hands on his Harry. He pushed down the urge.
“Good, Bellatrix. You know what would happen otherwise. In fact, I believe a dose of Cruciatus should help you remember why you don’t question me.” He didn’t wait for the reply, but instead yelled, “CRUCIO!” Bellatrix began to scream, pain-filled yet lust also mingled with the sound. Tom felt sickened at the disgusting sound, and quickly broke the spell. “You are all dismissed”, he hissed, when no-body moved he added, “NOW!”, his voice raising and he allowed more power to slip through. All the remaining death-eaters fled, including Bellatrix, who was still laughing.
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Draco yawned and stretched as much as possible, limited by the arms and legs currently interwoven with his own. He smiled and put his head back on the pillow, he never slept well at Hogwarts, only at home in their bed. Draco lifted one elegant hand and gently traced the sleeping Lucius’ jaw. The other man stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Draco smiled softly, he rarely got to see Lucius so relaxed and carefree, he had never seen it occur with anyone other than himself, even with Severus, with who he was more relaxed with than most, Lucius still didn’t completely relax around Severus.
However, whilst Draco had been lost in his thoughts, Lucius had woken up and was now smiling softly at his thoughtful-looking lover. Two pairs of silver eyes met and both smiled at each, a soft, warm smile meant for lovers. Lucius leant in and softly kissed Draco, it was short and sweet. Lucius gently ran one large yet elegant hand down the side of Draco’s face. “Come on, my Dragon. We have to get up, Hogwarts awaits after all”.
Draco sighed and bit his lip, right before remembering that this time, Lucius would be coming with him! He quickly kissed him again, but much more passionate than before.
“Not that I mind, but what was that for?”
“I was thinking about all the sleepless nights I have to look forward, but then I remembered that you are coming with me!” Draco smiled happily, grey eyes sparkling. Lucius chuckled, and leant in and kissed his son’s forehead.
“Very true. Now, get up, we need to shower. We have to be at the train station at 10 o’clock!” Lucius murmured whilst cupping Draco’s cheek.