Dream a little Dream
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult +
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22
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36,381
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122
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“You’ll see him at breakfast cub, now why don’t you go get ready?” Said Voldemort.
“Um, all of my things were burned by the Dursleys. I don’t have any robes with me.” Replied Harry.
“I wasn’t planning on you wearing anything of your own cub, a vampire provides for his mate. You’ll find suitable clothes in the bathroom when you’re done with your shower.”
“Oh. But I have more money than I know what to do with. What’s going to happen with it?”
Tom looked down at Harry with a speculative look. They both sat for a moment contemplating the problem. Finally Harry looked towards the bathroom and said, “Oh well, I’ll deal with it later.”
As Harry took his shower he just shut his brain down. Too much to think about in such a short time, while he just wanted to unwind from the remaining aches and pains of Uncle Vernon’s beatings. He was trying to hide it, but something in his side still hurt. He hoped that it was nothing, and he didn’t want to bother everyone with every little booboo that he got.
As he got out of the shower he saw that Tom had been right, and that robes of a deep emerald green were hanging on the bathroom door. He dressed quickly, not wanting to delay getting to breakfast. He exited the bathroom and stared at Tom, who was already dressed. “When did you shower?” he asked, bewildered by how fast his mate could get ready while he was in the bathroom.
“There a bathroom down the hall. I see that the green was a good choice cub, I’ll have to order more of them for you.” Harry blushed and mumbled a thanks. Tom chuckled at how mortified his mate looked at a simple compliment and decided that he would have to compliment him more.
“Well, let’s head down to breakfast,” said Tom as he straitened and offered his arm to Harry. Harry blushed again and took the arm that was presented to him. They proceeded down a long corridor to the grand staircase, and swept down that to the bottom of the stairs where Voldemort’s inner circle waited. Harry was surprised that there were so many people there. On the way down he turned to Tom and asked, “Do you always have meals with your Death Eaters?”
“Mm hm, it makes us all comfortable with each other. That’s very important when you going to lead others into a battle and you have to trust that the others will lead there people exactly were they are supposed to and not grandstand to take all of the glory. Friends are much less likely to try to show off for each other, and this way they all know that they are equal to me.”
“Wait a minute. We forgot to say where I still stand on this.” Harry started to say before Tom interrupted him.
“I understand that you still don’t agree with some of my ideas, and I won’t allow you to fight on either side, it’s too risky and I would be devastated to lose you so soon. Or at all, for that matter. No, you can just stay here with me. Now shush, I won’t talk of this in front of my men.”
Harry was bewildered at how authoritarian Tom had just become, and decided that while yes, it was a bad time to talk about it, they would be having a serious talk later. He saw Sirius, and stopped for a moment to let it sink in that most of his guilt trips had been for nothing. Actually, he thought that he could be just a little bit angry at Sirius. All of that pain and suffering while Sirius sat here in the lap of luxury. Okay, so he was a lot angry at Sirius.
Tom led Harry and the Death Eaters into the dining room, and they all sat around the table. Tom was at the head of the table, with Harry at his left and Lucius at his right. Next to Harry was Goyle Sr., and beside Goyle was Sirius, and beside Sirius was McNair. On the other side of the table, Draco sat between Lucius and Snape, and beside Snape was Wormtail. As politely as he could Harry asked Goyle, “Could you switch seats with Sirius please? We have a lot to talk about.”
Goyle leered at Harry for a moment before replying, “Anything for such a pretty boy as you.” Everyone else at the table paused for a moment, and made a mental note to tell Goyle not to hit on their Lords mate.
Harry, being Harry, let the pass go right over his head as he focused on the fact that he would be near Sirius soon. As the two people swapped seats, Harry clenched his teeth for something that would really hurt his side. He turned to Sirius as he started to talk.
“Hey kid, I’ve missed you-” Began Sirius right before Harry pulled back his arm and punched Sirius right in the gut. After a summer of hard labor, Harry could punch really hard. Sirius doubled over and smashed his head into the table, sending silverware flying. Everyone at the table stopped talking and stared at Harry. The silence was broken when Snape started to snigger and said, “Black, I suppose that Potter is angry with your ‘little joke’.”
Lucius started to laugh as well, and Draco joined in, and soon everyone at the table was laughing at Sirius, who halfheartedly glared at Snape as though it was his fault that he had pissed off Harry. While everyone else was laughing though, Goyle looked at Harry and murmured, “The kitten still has claws.” so low that no one else heard him. If they had, they would have been more worried.
But as it was they didn’t and they weren’t, so when Harry began to tell Sirius exactly what he thought of his “little joke”, everyone was focused on him. Harry really laid into Sirius, telling him all about how much more awful that his summer had been when he knew that he wouldn’t be able to see Sirius at the end, and of his nightmares, until finally he ran out of breath and stared down at his plate. Boy, his side really hurt. Sirius sat still for a few moments, and stared at Harry. “How did you want me to say something?” he asked, clearly at a loss.
“You could have staged being kidnapped. You could have showed that you were on Voldemort’s side. You could have done a lot of things that would have afforded me hope than stage your death.” Harry didn’t say anything after that, mostly because right now he wanted to go back to sleep. Tom looked at him and sighed before pulling his chair back and saying “I think my mate is tired. Why don’t we go on back to our rooms for now cub.”
With that he picked Harry up. Harry curled into his chest to keep his aching side away from Tom’s hands and drifted off to a dreamless sleep before they had even left the room, unaware of the eyes that were locked on Tom’s retreating back.
“You’ll see him at breakfast cub, now why don’t you go get ready?” Said Voldemort.
“Um, all of my things were burned by the Dursleys. I don’t have any robes with me.” Replied Harry.
“I wasn’t planning on you wearing anything of your own cub, a vampire provides for his mate. You’ll find suitable clothes in the bathroom when you’re done with your shower.”
“Oh. But I have more money than I know what to do with. What’s going to happen with it?”
Tom looked down at Harry with a speculative look. They both sat for a moment contemplating the problem. Finally Harry looked towards the bathroom and said, “Oh well, I’ll deal with it later.”
As Harry took his shower he just shut his brain down. Too much to think about in such a short time, while he just wanted to unwind from the remaining aches and pains of Uncle Vernon’s beatings. He was trying to hide it, but something in his side still hurt. He hoped that it was nothing, and he didn’t want to bother everyone with every little booboo that he got.
As he got out of the shower he saw that Tom had been right, and that robes of a deep emerald green were hanging on the bathroom door. He dressed quickly, not wanting to delay getting to breakfast. He exited the bathroom and stared at Tom, who was already dressed. “When did you shower?” he asked, bewildered by how fast his mate could get ready while he was in the bathroom.
“There a bathroom down the hall. I see that the green was a good choice cub, I’ll have to order more of them for you.” Harry blushed and mumbled a thanks. Tom chuckled at how mortified his mate looked at a simple compliment and decided that he would have to compliment him more.
“Well, let’s head down to breakfast,” said Tom as he straitened and offered his arm to Harry. Harry blushed again and took the arm that was presented to him. They proceeded down a long corridor to the grand staircase, and swept down that to the bottom of the stairs where Voldemort’s inner circle waited. Harry was surprised that there were so many people there. On the way down he turned to Tom and asked, “Do you always have meals with your Death Eaters?”
“Mm hm, it makes us all comfortable with each other. That’s very important when you going to lead others into a battle and you have to trust that the others will lead there people exactly were they are supposed to and not grandstand to take all of the glory. Friends are much less likely to try to show off for each other, and this way they all know that they are equal to me.”
“Wait a minute. We forgot to say where I still stand on this.” Harry started to say before Tom interrupted him.
“I understand that you still don’t agree with some of my ideas, and I won’t allow you to fight on either side, it’s too risky and I would be devastated to lose you so soon. Or at all, for that matter. No, you can just stay here with me. Now shush, I won’t talk of this in front of my men.”
Harry was bewildered at how authoritarian Tom had just become, and decided that while yes, it was a bad time to talk about it, they would be having a serious talk later. He saw Sirius, and stopped for a moment to let it sink in that most of his guilt trips had been for nothing. Actually, he thought that he could be just a little bit angry at Sirius. All of that pain and suffering while Sirius sat here in the lap of luxury. Okay, so he was a lot angry at Sirius.
Tom led Harry and the Death Eaters into the dining room, and they all sat around the table. Tom was at the head of the table, with Harry at his left and Lucius at his right. Next to Harry was Goyle Sr., and beside Goyle was Sirius, and beside Sirius was McNair. On the other side of the table, Draco sat between Lucius and Snape, and beside Snape was Wormtail. As politely as he could Harry asked Goyle, “Could you switch seats with Sirius please? We have a lot to talk about.”
Goyle leered at Harry for a moment before replying, “Anything for such a pretty boy as you.” Everyone else at the table paused for a moment, and made a mental note to tell Goyle not to hit on their Lords mate.
Harry, being Harry, let the pass go right over his head as he focused on the fact that he would be near Sirius soon. As the two people swapped seats, Harry clenched his teeth for something that would really hurt his side. He turned to Sirius as he started to talk.
“Hey kid, I’ve missed you-” Began Sirius right before Harry pulled back his arm and punched Sirius right in the gut. After a summer of hard labor, Harry could punch really hard. Sirius doubled over and smashed his head into the table, sending silverware flying. Everyone at the table stopped talking and stared at Harry. The silence was broken when Snape started to snigger and said, “Black, I suppose that Potter is angry with your ‘little joke’.”
Lucius started to laugh as well, and Draco joined in, and soon everyone at the table was laughing at Sirius, who halfheartedly glared at Snape as though it was his fault that he had pissed off Harry. While everyone else was laughing though, Goyle looked at Harry and murmured, “The kitten still has claws.” so low that no one else heard him. If they had, they would have been more worried.
But as it was they didn’t and they weren’t, so when Harry began to tell Sirius exactly what he thought of his “little joke”, everyone was focused on him. Harry really laid into Sirius, telling him all about how much more awful that his summer had been when he knew that he wouldn’t be able to see Sirius at the end, and of his nightmares, until finally he ran out of breath and stared down at his plate. Boy, his side really hurt. Sirius sat still for a few moments, and stared at Harry. “How did you want me to say something?” he asked, clearly at a loss.
“You could have staged being kidnapped. You could have showed that you were on Voldemort’s side. You could have done a lot of things that would have afforded me hope than stage your death.” Harry didn’t say anything after that, mostly because right now he wanted to go back to sleep. Tom looked at him and sighed before pulling his chair back and saying “I think my mate is tired. Why don’t we go on back to our rooms for now cub.”
With that he picked Harry up. Harry curled into his chest to keep his aching side away from Tom’s hands and drifted off to a dreamless sleep before they had even left the room, unaware of the eyes that were locked on Tom’s retreating back.