Voldemort

~*~Author’s Note~*~ Thank you everyone for your reviews. Some people have noticed that this story is just like Dracula the movie done in 1992. I stated in my Author’s note in the beginning of the Prologue that it would be just without the vampirism. As for what shall happen in this chapter… well you’ll just have to read then won’t you? And holy crap is it a long chapter…you all should love me and leave me lots of nice reviews… pretty please?

~*~Review Responses~*~
Stardustdreams: My pleasure! I wanted to explain it as I’m sure others were probably wondering why I chose Cosmin as his name as well, and so I hope it helped that I explained it. Yes Severus/Harry I’m sure was a shocker to many; however, I can’t stand seeing Harry paired with anyone other than Severus, Tom, or Lucius. I dunno what it is but it just irks me LOL. When I started writing this I planned out the pairings ahead until I was satisfied with the entire thing. The peacock blocking the two I can’t take credit for… it happens in the movie and I just had to incorporate it. Harry is indeed beautiful and feminine I did it on purpose. I just love a still male yet feminine Harry hehe. Severus poor thing is about to go through a lot, you’ll see what I mean as we get into later chapters. I respond to my reviewers personally because they deserve it. Without you guys encouraging me I wouldn’t write at all hehe. Thank you so much for the compliment I don’t think I’m that fantastic, but if you’re pleased then that’s all I could ask for.

the-marauders'-gal-012378 : Thank you so much for your review, and yes this fic is modeled after the 1992 movie. I stated that in my author note in the first chapter, but if you're anything like me you skipped that part to go straight to the fic. I'm glad to you picked up on it without needing to read the author note. There will be no vampirism in this fic, but this fic will seem very similar to the movie just with magic instead of vampires. Hmmm.... I'm not telling the ending where is the fun in that? Hehehe.

The Dark Lady Voldemort 666: I am a big Severus/Harry fan though this story is undeniably Harry/Voldemort… or it will be LOL. You’ll have to deal with it for now, sorry, but I promise Voldie will get with Harry. Whether or not it’ll stay that way you’ll just have to wait and see. I agree that people make Voldemort suffer entirely too much… much like Snape unfortunately. Don’t get me started on how the real books turned out. I’m glad you think the story is wonderful and I’m honored you’ll be a loyal reader.

A Goddess Under the Cupboard: LOL no problem about forgetting to leave a review. It’s quite alright. I hope I updated soon enough for you. As for the ending… well… you’ll have to wait and see.

LittleMrsAdams: Well here you are. Thank you so much for your kind words.

Silverblood7884: Hahaha things can’t go too smoothly… there will be challenges all along the way. As for Lord Slytherin… well your answer is in this chapter.

Emerald-Abyss: *Coughs* I really don’t want to give too much away, but yes… eventually he will.

~*~Warnings~*~ AU, rituals, bestiality (Only in one scene), probably others as I work through this but I will warn you before any of them come to pass. Oh and there WILL BE MALE/MALE SEX IN THIS. Don’t like it? Don’t read it.

Chapter 2: Arrival in Slytherin’s Lair

25th May
Severus Snape’s Journal

Left Budapest this morning. The impression I have is that we are leaving the west and entering the east. The district I am to enter is in the extreme east of the country, just on the borders of three states: Transylvania, Moldavia, and Bucovina in the midst of the Carpathian Mountains. One of the wildest and least known portions of Wizarding Europe.

Severus sighed and set his pen down before lifting the letter he had received once he reached Budapest late last night. Breaking the seal he finally allowed his dark gaze to settle upon the elegant script of the parchment and began to read the letter from the Lord he was to meet.

My Friend:

Welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. At the Bargo Pass my carriage will await you and bring you to me. I trust your journey from Wizarding London has been a happy one, and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.

Your friend,

V

Severus smirked at the short but polite letter before refolding it and playing it back within his small briefcase. He truly hoped this business matter would be closed quickly and he can return home. Frowning slightly he couldn’t help but allow his thoughts to stray to his beloved Harry wondering what he is up to at this moment in time, and if he misses him already or not. Reaching into his coat pocket he pulls out his black picture holder and opens it looking at his picture of his beloved Harry. It has only been a week, and yet as the time stretches the more his heart missed him.

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25th May
Harry Potter’s Diary

My dear Severus has been gone almost a week, and although I was disappointed we could not marry before his departure I am happy he got sent on this important assignment. I am longing to hear all the news. It must be so nice to see strange countries. I wonder if we… I mean Severus and I shall ever see them together?

Harry sighs softly looking away from his journal toward his photo of Severus that matches the one his love had of him. It was so hard being away from him, and yet he knew this was important for his love. Shaking his head he blinks as a sudden voice rings through his home calling for him. Knowing Draco hated to be kept waiting he stands smoothing out his robes before sweeping out of his bedroom leaving his diary upon his desk.

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Severus sat within the carriage tight lipped and annoyed. He couldn’t stand locals they always stare at people. Upon reaching the Bargo Pass he had never been so happy to get out of that carriage. Sweeping out he looks about frowning as he sees no other carriage. Turning with a sneer he eyes the driver allowing his pale lips to part and his scathing tone to flay the man.

“We’re early driver… no one is here.” Stepping down from the carriage he found himself stopped by the daughter of the older man within the carriage, raising a brow at the girl as she opens his hand and places a charmed necklace of a cross inside he was about to tell her how he didn’t need such trinkets when her voice cut him off.

“For the death eaters travel fast.”

Before he could reply the coachman hurried up and closed the door after tossing his other bag out before the carriage hurried up and left. Shaking his head he shrugged it off as local insanity before slipping the necklace around his neck. Frowning slightly he studies his surroundings the biting cold causing a shiver to play down his spine. Surely It wasn’t the dead animal on a steak that said “Bargo Pass” that made him so nervous. Wolves growled from a nearby cliff and he found his head turning quickly their way studying them. A loud howl from the wolves pierces the night before a light shines in front of his face and the sound of hooves striking the ground let him know his ride was finally arriving, and in the nick of time it seemed.

The carriage was opulent… pitch black, with black horses that made the carriage seem as if it was one from the devil himself… had he believed in such a thing. Fog seemed to pour in behind it making the vehicle seem as if it were floating toward him. Had he not heard the tell-tale clatter of the horses’ hooves he would have thought it was doing just that. Upon closer inspection as it stopped he found that the carriage was trimmed in green and silver serpents… what a strange way to decorate one’s carriage. The driver was dressed in black robes; the only decoration on them was upon the back where it held a silver and green serpent in the shape of an S with a V of rose vines cutting through it. The most striking part of the robes was the fact that the S seemed to drip blood… the only red to be seen.

The driver said nothing merely reached out with one arm pulling him toward the carriage as the door seemingly opened on it’s own as the driver all but shoved him inside the door closing behind him once more. If he were an easily scared man he’d be high tailing it right back to Wizarding London, but no one could ever say that he was a coward. He would face this head on, receive the deal, and return home a richer man.

With a sharp crack the carriage was off and Severus allowed himself to relax back into the elegantly decorated interior. Green velvet seats were trimmed elegantly in silver, the top of the roof lined with what appeared to be black velvet. Turning to look out the back window he couldn’t help but frown at the sight of the wolves he had seen earlier following behind them…as if they were chasing them. Feeling more than a little nervous he opens the side window and sticks his head out calling out to the driver.

“I say is the castle far?” He could see that the driver heard him, but as he turned his head himself and looked down he blinked seeing how close to the edge of the mountain they were. Moving back in quickly he sat in the middle making sure to close the window once more. He could wait… really. Blinking as he looked out the side window into the distance he caught view of the castle looming across the vast open area between mountain cliffs. It raised out of the darkness in all its shiny black ebony horror, thick clouds of fog rolling around it, torches seem to give off very little light, just enough to allow it to be seen. It was quite a frightening sight and part of him couldn’t help but think of words he had read once a while ago…

Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.

Frowning at his thoughts as they reached the towering gates he couldn’t help but to blink and rub his eyes making sure he was seeing what he was seeing. Opening his window he leans out looking at the tower of blue flames rising up out of the darkness. What in Merlin’s name? The wolves it seemed wouldn’t go through the flames though so he counted himself lucky of such a strange incident… perhaps it was some trick of the light done by Lord Slytherin’s servants to keep the wolves out?

As the gates closed back up once they entered the courtyard he moved back inside of the carriage and shut the window just as the carriage drew to a stop. Stepping out of it he looks about the courtyard seeing no one to greet him. Sighing irritably he makes his way up the concrete steps to the towering wooden doors. By Merlin how ancient is this place? The stones it seemed to be made of looked to be just as ancient as the doors themselves. It took everything in him to suppress the shudder that wanted to roll through him, now he could understand why Lockhart went insane… staying here he might just end up the fool’s cellmate.

As he moved toward the doors they seemed to open up and beckon him inside all by themselves… again some kind of pulley system no doubt to save the trouble of having to walk all the way to the doors. Wind appeared to cut up through the cracks in the floor and he found himself suddenly reluctant to cross. Oh really get a hold of yourself Severus Snape! You are not a child! Sneering he was about to step inside when he found his movements halted as a man appeared before him seemingly out of thin air… or did he happen to walk up and he didn’t hear him too busy within his own thoughts? The man appeared old… surprisingly very old. His skin seemed snakelike, pale, and scaly, his hair done up in some intricate braid was snow white. His lips thin and his face seemed marred by harsh years despite the finery the man wore. A long emerald green robe trimmed in silver serpents around the collar, hem, cuffs draped his frame over top what appeared to be black slacks and a crisp white shirt. He was sure if he could see the back of said robe it’d have that same crest he’d seen on the driver. The man held up a lantern and when he spoke he had a very strong lisp it seemed… his S’s carried.

“Welcome… to my home. Enter of freely of your own will and leave sssome of the happinessss that you bring.”

“Lord Slytherin?” Severus asked his dark eyes studying the male as he beckoned him inside.

“I am… Lord Sssslytherin,” Inclining his head Voldemort studies the young man across from him. His stern demeanor he was sure was more of protection for himself than an affront to him. A joke really… as if a mere mortal would be able to stand up to one such as he. “And I bid you welcome… Missster Ssssnape to my housssse”

Smirking as he noticed the young man still hadn’t entered he motions him a little more impatiently. “Come in.”

Severus looked down where that air was seeping through again before finally stepping over that threshold into the castle. Looking back behind him as the air seemed to cut off once he entered he looked back to his host with a raised brow, but found that the man had already turned and started to move leading him deeper in the house. Carrying his own bags and looking only slightly put out he followed Lord Slytherin in silence. The man’s robe really was entirely too long well… the trail anyway. He swore it had to go five to ten feet at least behind them. Looking about the inside as he was lead toward the dining room he found the castle dark and yet strangely warm. It was also tastefully decorated in what looked to be priceless antique furniture and fixtures.

Upon reaching the dining room he blinked as he was motioned to sit down at the table in front of a well cooked meal of roasted chicken, potatoes, green beans, and dinner rolls. Sitting down at the table after setting his bags down Severus looked up as his host started to pour him a glass of wine. How strange… just where was the man’s servants?

“You really mussst excusssee me if I do not join you, but I have already dined and I never drink…wine.”

Severus simply inclined his head and allowed his eyes to travel over the interior of the dining room. Focusing on a portrait of a man with long black hair and sharp honey gold eyes he couldn’t help but to notice how striking the man looked… and very powerful in his full battle robes.

“An ancestor? I see a resemblance.” He asks as he studies the portrait and Lord Slytherin. Picking up his knife and fork he set into his meal as Lord Slytherin began to speak, dividing his attention between the Lord and the delicious food.

“The… Dark order of Voldemort. An ancient society pledging my forefathersss to defend the Housessss of Darknessss againssst thossse who would defy the rightsss given to them by Merlin, that relationssship was not entirely…sssuccessful.”

Severus shook his head as he half laughed knowing how difficult it would be for anyone of the so-called dark to manage to successfully fight for their rights. “Oh… yes… heh.”

Suddenly just like that the entire air in the room changed and went frigid just as Lord Slytherin spun about and Severus found himself at the end of the other man’s wand before he could even think of drawing his own a cry of anguish falling from the older man’s lips.

“It issss no laughing matter…. We Ssslytherinsss have a right to be proud! What wizard or witch was ever sssso great asss Ssssalazar Sssslytherin whossse blood flowssss in thessse veinssss?” Voldemort’s eyes narrow as he motions to his wrists before stepping closer to the now terrified young man pointing his wand at his head. “Blood….heheh… isss too precioussss a thing in thisss time… unlike thessse…freeloaders. The victoriesss are but a tale to be told…” Walking away from Severus he cast his wand upon the table with a clatter of disgust. “I am… the lassst of my kind.”

Severus was terrified and yet in the same breath he was also mortified at his behavior that caused this man to take such offense. Rising out of his seat he bows deeply toward the other, his lips parting to apologize and correct the mistake he made.

“I have offended you with my ignorance my Lord, forgive me.”

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After dinner the two set down and got to business going over the various contracts of the properties he was to sign. Severus allowed his eyes to travel to his open picture of his beloved Harry while Lord Slytherin used wax to ensure everyone knew his signature was legit. He would be so proud once he returned home and they married. He would be able to buy a manor home with the amount of money he was making off this deal.

Voldemort clasp his hands together once he finished signing the documents and pressing his seal upon them. Yes… he was pleased.

“I do ssso long to go through the crowded ssstreetsss of your mighty Wizarding London. To be in the midstsss of the ssswell of the rassssh of humanity, to sssshare it’sss life, it’sss changessss, it’sss…death.”

Severus wanted to roll his eyes as he overlooked the now signed documents and added his own signature. Really he couldn’t see what was so special about Wizarding London. The man was giving up his castle to move to a location that was dirty and filled with ignorant people. Ah well… if that’s what he wanted who was he to complain when it would only make him richer.

“There…You My Lord are…” Rising up he turned to face Lord Slytherin only to blink finding his shadow but not the man. Turning around he inclined his head toward the man congratulating him. “Are the owner of Riddle House in Little Hangleton. Congratulations.”

“Your boss ssspoke mosst highly of your talentsss. They sssay you are a man of good… tassste. Heh. And that you are a worthy sssubssstitute to your predecessssor… Missster Lockhart.”

Severus watched the man spread his hands as he spoke and took notice of the extremely long fingernails. Pressing back the urge to shudder in disgust he inclined his head following the man’s movements keeping his eyes on him before he turned to study the map of the locations of Lord Slytherin’s properties. “You can count on me My Lord. Forgive my curiosity… but why ten houses in such precise locations around Wizarding London? Is it to raise the market value?”

Voldemort found himself gasping as his eyes caught sight of the picture frame Mister Snape left upon his table. His insides clenched and had he still had a heart it would have been pounding in disbelief. Finally remembering he had to answer the young man he spoke softly never turning to look at him his eyes transfixed on the image of the young man in the photo, so much so he didn’t notice the swell of emotion settle in his throat nor the tears that burned in the back of his eyes.

“Do you believe in dessstiny? That even the powersss of time can be altered to a single purpose?” Voldemort made his way to the table as he spoke, his eyes holding the gaze of the male in the photo. Picking up the photograph, ignoring the fact that his shadow knocked over the vial of ink, he held it within his hands, his eyes seeing the beauty not pristine as he was in the photo but broken…bloodied… dead. The swell of emotion thickened and he felt his pain anew at the loss of his beloved Cosmin.

“The luckiessst man who walksss on thisss earth isss the one who findsss true love”

Severus turned to look at Lord Slytherin noticing the photo in his hand. Tilting his head he spoke softly noticing the emotion on the other’s face. “You found Harry… I thought he was lost. We’re to be married as soon as I return. Are you married My Lord?”

Voldemort raises his gaze looking not across his hall but at a different time and different place the body of his beloved Cosmin in his arms surrounded by a pool of his blood as he held him to him weeping at his loss. Unknown to him a single tear falls from his eyes as he remembers that night.

“Sir? Are you married?”

Shaking the images from his head he spoke past the lump in his throat, feeling the pain wash over him anew, and yet… this male in the photo… looked so much like his love.

“I wasss married once…agesss ago it ssseems… he died.”

“Oh… I’m very sorry.” Severus responded quickly noticing the pain in Lord Slytherin’s voice and the tear that runs down his cheek unchecked.

“He wasss… fortunate.” Taking a breath Voldemort forced himself to close the photo as he continued to speak. “My life…at it’sss best isss a myssstery.” Turning to face Severus he hands the young man the photo of his beloved Harry before smiling weakly. “He will no doubt make a devoted ssspouse and you a faithful husssband.”

The two stared at one another for a moment as Severus slipped his photo back into his pocket. The moment made him extremely uncomfortable and yet he couldn’t figure out why.

“Come…write now, my friend to your home, and to any loved onesss, and sssay that it ssshall pleassse you to ssstay with me…until a month from now.”

Severus blinked his hand poised with his quill as he had taken his seat to write and now he froze allowing his gaze to meet that of the Lord’s. “A month? You wish me to stay so long?”

Voldemort smirked knowing exactly what the young man was thinking. Leaning close to him he speaks allowing his gaze to hold the other’s sharply. “I will take no refusssall. Haha…”

Severus watched as Lord Slytherin raised his robes up and spun sharply the robes settling behind him to trail out the door after him as he left him to write his letters. Sighing softly he dipped his quill into the black ink and set it to paper.

A month… Harry was going to kill him.

~*~ Author’s Chapter Final Notes~*~

*Looks at everyone from her place sitting on Severus’ lap.* There you have it Chapter 2! Well Severus has arrived at Slytherin Castle, we have finally met Lord Slytherin, got a peek into Harry’s thoughts, and even a glimpse into Lord Slytherin’s past and the heartache that is still very much fresh. We also found out he’s buying up land in Wizarding London and he’s seen Harry’s picture! So he knows he exists. Hehe. Soo next chapter we go back to Harry and see what he’s up to, See Draco, anddd meet Draco’s suitors among other things. Once again I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I’ll see you in the next one. *Snuggles her beloved Potion’s Master*

Severus: Aqualyne…

Me: Hm?

Severus: Forgetting something dear?

Me: Err… OH! Please do the honors.

Severus: Review for her please as it is your…. no doubt unintelligent ramblings that causes her to continue to write this mess of a fic. *Picks Aqualyne up and carries her off to bed grumbling about having to wait until 4:40 in the morning to go to bed just so she can get this chapter out to her “fans”*