Seduction of Darkness
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Adult ++
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65,243
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The Plan
Disclaimer- I don’t own Harry Potter.
(( Harry’s thoughts))
()()Voldie’s Thoughts()()
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Seduction of Darkness
Shades of Pale aka Poisoned Ink
Chapter 4
The Plan
(((((((((())))))))))
Harry Potter was frightened. Since his birthday, his bond with Voldemort was growing stronger than ever. His scar didn’t hurt anymore, but he could constantly feel what Voldemort was feeling. He didn’t have visions anymore, instead he got dreams. Erotic dreams.
He didn’t like the game that Voldemort was playing. What was Voldemort trying to do? What was Voldemort trying to do, trying to seduce him? Harry laughed out loud. Yeah right, Voldemort and him, what a cute couple.
Harry rubbed his eyes as he got up from bed. Today was the first day of his sixth year and he was nowhere near excited.
Harry stumbled towards his closet and grabbed a pair of light blue jeans and a tight-fitting white shirt. Hermione and Ginny had dragged him to muggle London a week after his birthday. They had spent the whole day going in and out of stores, and by the end of the day Harry had a trunk full of nice-fitting clothes.
He stood in front of the mirror and picked up a comb. Harry put the comb to his hair and started to pull on the comb. But half way through the comb got stuck. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get that knot out of his hair. Signing desperately, he got the comb out of hair and shook his head, climbing out of the portrait hole.
The great hall was as messy as ever. Eggs were flying everywhere and people were throwing food at each other.
((Opps…I’m late for sorting, and…Food fight!!))
The teachers were enjoying this too much to even try to stop it. Except Snape of course. Snape’s face was growing purple and he started throwing curses everywhere. But that just made the food fight worse. The moment Harry entered the hall, he was covered in chocolate pudding.
Harry scowled and grabbed some caramel. “Who threw that?”
The hall went quiet. Harry could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on him. He looked around. Practically all the girls and some of the guys were staring at him with lust and desire.
Harry turned around numbly and sat down. Was this a part of Voldemort’s plan? The sound of the name Voldemort was enough to send shivers down his spine. When did that name become so sexy? What no, No, NO, NO!!!! Did I just think Voldemort was sexy? He is NOT SEXY. He’s a cold-blooded bastard, and those red eyes, those cruel, petrifying, gorgeous red eyes…NO! His eyes are NOT gorgeous!!
Harry growled again. This month his little evil inner voice didn’t seem to agree with him. It just went absolutely insane. He and his head are going to have a LONG conversation after this.
He sat back on the Gryffindor table, trying his best to ignore the stares from his house mates and hundreds of other students.
Harry licked the caramel off his finger and sucked on it He extended his tongue to catch any dripping caramel. The Chocolate still felt sticky. He was going to have a long shower after breakfast.
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Blaise dropped his apple and opened his mouth in shock. The handsome, gorgeous Harry Potter was standing in the center of the great hall, covered in chocolate.
He had to admit, Harry had grown quite tall over the years. His tight white shirt and light blue jeans did nothing to hide his well muscled limbs and six-pack on his stomach, formed by years of hard Quidditch practice. Sparkling green orbs stood out on his face, contracting with the creamy white skin. Harry skin was almost glowing in the sunlight, making him even more beautiful. His full pink lips looked utterly undeniable (huh? Undeniable? maybe use something like irrecusable I don’t know maybe I’m just not getting it). His hair was wild and soft, looking like he’d just got out of bed and didn’t bother to brush it. His whole boy screamed sex. With the chocolate dripping from his face and the way he was sucking his fingers, it took all the Blaise’s self control to not to take him right here an there (then and there?).
Blaise’s breath quickened as Harry put one more finger in his mouth and licked the dripping caramel away. He could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter.
The bell rang through the silence of the Great hall. Blasie stood up and gathered his books, eyes still on the gorgeous form of the raven haired teen across the room.
I would give anything to have Harry. Blaise thought, Harry is mine.
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Severus Snape was not having a good day. Those brats did not appreciate the fine art of Potions, and he had to deal with it. The old bastard Dumbledore had called another meeting. Again. Why couldn’t he just see how powerful the Dark Lord is? The Dark Lord is immortal and undefeatable. There is no way the bastard would kill off his Lord. What advantages did Dumbledore have? Potter? Severus snorted. Was Dumbledore dumb enough to believe that Dark Lord would fall in the hands of a sixteen-year-old brat?
Severus rubbed some whip-cream off his arm. The food fight was just unacceptable, outrageous. The worse part is that he had to thank Potter for stopping it.
He was told to spy on the Order and Potter. All the double-spying was wearing him out. He was surprised that Dumbledore still trusted him and believed that his loyalty belonged to his stupid Order. Severus didn’t understand why Dumbledore kept the order in the dark. The Dark Lord had known about it years ago, thanks to him.
Severus hissed in pain and covered his mark with his hand. About time, Severus thought, it was a good thing that he already finished the potion.
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Voldemort nervously played with the hem of his robes in the shadows. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this nervous. This was ridiculous. He was nervous to face the Death Eaters. His slaves. He glanced toward the throne room. Death Eaters were already arriving. As usual, they stood in their own spot silently. Voldemort waited till all of the Death Eaters were present.
()() Well, time to come out of the shadow and show off. ()()
He took a deep breath, put his usually cruel and cold mask over his nervous face, and stepped into the throne room.
Voldemort could feel the Death Eater’s eyes on him as he banged open the door to the throne room. He strode confidently to his throne and settled down, sending icy-cold glares all around the room.
Startled whispers spread around the room.
“Silence!” Voldemort barked. The whispering stopped.
()()Phew. Now that wasn’t so bad. Okay, how am I going to explain about the change to them?()()
“As you can see,” Voldemort started, “I’ve taken a potion and renewed my…appearance. Yes, Severus, I did not tell you about the potion and am aware that I can brew a decent potion by myself.” He sent glares that clearly said “drop-this-topic-or-die”.
No one asked him any questions about it.
Voldemort now had strong muscles in all the right places. There was no exposed flesh. His skin was pale and glowed in the dark. His hair was ebony and tied back with a leather string. His face no longer looked snake-like, and his red eyes shone with coldness. He was about 6’2 and very attractive.
Voldemort waited till everyone stopped gasping. ()() I think I’m beginning to like that old man. After all, a decent face can do no damage.()()
“Severus, I believe the potion is done?”
“Yes My Lord.”
“Good. You must give it to Dumbledore by tomorrow noon.”
()()And soon Hogwarts will be mine!! I wonder how’s Harry doing?()()
“How’s Potter?”
Severus was surprised. The Dark Lord didn’t ask about the boy often.
()() Opps! Did I say that out loud? Bad voice in my head! When did I care about Harry? Gah! No! It’s Potter. POTTER!!!()()
“Nothing that much except he had grown quite…attractive.”
()() I already knew that moron! My Harry is the most beautiful person in the world…NO! It’s POTTER! And he’s scrawny, short, and those stupid green eyes, those beautiful…NO! Oh I give up. Sometimes I hope that the annoying little voice can just die. DIE!()()
Voldemort growled. “I do NOT care about Potter’s appearance. Crucio!”
()()Ah. Seeing Snape writhing on the floor with agony just makes the day a lot better. ()()
Voldemort ended the spell 30 seconds later, leaving a panting Potions Master on the floor.
“Next time Severus, give me something…useful. Now. We will attack Hogwarts tomorrow. The potion will disable Dumbledore’s magical abilities for several hours. The goal is to kill Potter. You will report here tomorrow at midnight. And Lucius…you had better make sure the Ministry doesn’t arrive till we’re gone. Any questions?”
Silence.
“Good. Now get out of my sight!”
()()Hogwarts will be mine by tomorrow…and Potter WILL be dead.()()
Somehow his heart ached as he pictured the lifeless Harry Potter fell onto the floor.
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(( Harry’s thoughts))
()()Voldie’s Thoughts()()
(((((((((())))))))))
Seduction of Darkness
Shades of Pale aka Poisoned Ink
Chapter 4
The Plan
(((((((((())))))))))
Harry Potter was frightened. Since his birthday, his bond with Voldemort was growing stronger than ever. His scar didn’t hurt anymore, but he could constantly feel what Voldemort was feeling. He didn’t have visions anymore, instead he got dreams. Erotic dreams.
He didn’t like the game that Voldemort was playing. What was Voldemort trying to do? What was Voldemort trying to do, trying to seduce him? Harry laughed out loud. Yeah right, Voldemort and him, what a cute couple.
Harry rubbed his eyes as he got up from bed. Today was the first day of his sixth year and he was nowhere near excited.
Harry stumbled towards his closet and grabbed a pair of light blue jeans and a tight-fitting white shirt. Hermione and Ginny had dragged him to muggle London a week after his birthday. They had spent the whole day going in and out of stores, and by the end of the day Harry had a trunk full of nice-fitting clothes.
He stood in front of the mirror and picked up a comb. Harry put the comb to his hair and started to pull on the comb. But half way through the comb got stuck. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get that knot out of his hair. Signing desperately, he got the comb out of hair and shook his head, climbing out of the portrait hole.
The great hall was as messy as ever. Eggs were flying everywhere and people were throwing food at each other.
((Opps…I’m late for sorting, and…Food fight!!))
The teachers were enjoying this too much to even try to stop it. Except Snape of course. Snape’s face was growing purple and he started throwing curses everywhere. But that just made the food fight worse. The moment Harry entered the hall, he was covered in chocolate pudding.
Harry scowled and grabbed some caramel. “Who threw that?”
The hall went quiet. Harry could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on him. He looked around. Practically all the girls and some of the guys were staring at him with lust and desire.
Harry turned around numbly and sat down. Was this a part of Voldemort’s plan? The sound of the name Voldemort was enough to send shivers down his spine. When did that name become so sexy? What no, No, NO, NO!!!! Did I just think Voldemort was sexy? He is NOT SEXY. He’s a cold-blooded bastard, and those red eyes, those cruel, petrifying, gorgeous red eyes…NO! His eyes are NOT gorgeous!!
Harry growled again. This month his little evil inner voice didn’t seem to agree with him. It just went absolutely insane. He and his head are going to have a LONG conversation after this.
He sat back on the Gryffindor table, trying his best to ignore the stares from his house mates and hundreds of other students.
Harry licked the caramel off his finger and sucked on it He extended his tongue to catch any dripping caramel. The Chocolate still felt sticky. He was going to have a long shower after breakfast.
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Blaise dropped his apple and opened his mouth in shock. The handsome, gorgeous Harry Potter was standing in the center of the great hall, covered in chocolate.
He had to admit, Harry had grown quite tall over the years. His tight white shirt and light blue jeans did nothing to hide his well muscled limbs and six-pack on his stomach, formed by years of hard Quidditch practice. Sparkling green orbs stood out on his face, contracting with the creamy white skin. Harry skin was almost glowing in the sunlight, making him even more beautiful. His full pink lips looked utterly undeniable (huh? Undeniable? maybe use something like irrecusable I don’t know maybe I’m just not getting it). His hair was wild and soft, looking like he’d just got out of bed and didn’t bother to brush it. His whole boy screamed sex. With the chocolate dripping from his face and the way he was sucking his fingers, it took all the Blaise’s self control to not to take him right here an there (then and there?).
Blaise’s breath quickened as Harry put one more finger in his mouth and licked the dripping caramel away. He could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter.
The bell rang through the silence of the Great hall. Blasie stood up and gathered his books, eyes still on the gorgeous form of the raven haired teen across the room.
I would give anything to have Harry. Blaise thought, Harry is mine.
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Severus Snape was not having a good day. Those brats did not appreciate the fine art of Potions, and he had to deal with it. The old bastard Dumbledore had called another meeting. Again. Why couldn’t he just see how powerful the Dark Lord is? The Dark Lord is immortal and undefeatable. There is no way the bastard would kill off his Lord. What advantages did Dumbledore have? Potter? Severus snorted. Was Dumbledore dumb enough to believe that Dark Lord would fall in the hands of a sixteen-year-old brat?
Severus rubbed some whip-cream off his arm. The food fight was just unacceptable, outrageous. The worse part is that he had to thank Potter for stopping it.
He was told to spy on the Order and Potter. All the double-spying was wearing him out. He was surprised that Dumbledore still trusted him and believed that his loyalty belonged to his stupid Order. Severus didn’t understand why Dumbledore kept the order in the dark. The Dark Lord had known about it years ago, thanks to him.
Severus hissed in pain and covered his mark with his hand. About time, Severus thought, it was a good thing that he already finished the potion.
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Voldemort nervously played with the hem of his robes in the shadows. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this nervous. This was ridiculous. He was nervous to face the Death Eaters. His slaves. He glanced toward the throne room. Death Eaters were already arriving. As usual, they stood in their own spot silently. Voldemort waited till all of the Death Eaters were present.
()() Well, time to come out of the shadow and show off. ()()
He took a deep breath, put his usually cruel and cold mask over his nervous face, and stepped into the throne room.
Voldemort could feel the Death Eater’s eyes on him as he banged open the door to the throne room. He strode confidently to his throne and settled down, sending icy-cold glares all around the room.
Startled whispers spread around the room.
“Silence!” Voldemort barked. The whispering stopped.
()()Phew. Now that wasn’t so bad. Okay, how am I going to explain about the change to them?()()
“As you can see,” Voldemort started, “I’ve taken a potion and renewed my…appearance. Yes, Severus, I did not tell you about the potion and am aware that I can brew a decent potion by myself.” He sent glares that clearly said “drop-this-topic-or-die”.
No one asked him any questions about it.
Voldemort now had strong muscles in all the right places. There was no exposed flesh. His skin was pale and glowed in the dark. His hair was ebony and tied back with a leather string. His face no longer looked snake-like, and his red eyes shone with coldness. He was about 6’2 and very attractive.
Voldemort waited till everyone stopped gasping. ()() I think I’m beginning to like that old man. After all, a decent face can do no damage.()()
“Severus, I believe the potion is done?”
“Yes My Lord.”
“Good. You must give it to Dumbledore by tomorrow noon.”
()()And soon Hogwarts will be mine!! I wonder how’s Harry doing?()()
“How’s Potter?”
Severus was surprised. The Dark Lord didn’t ask about the boy often.
()() Opps! Did I say that out loud? Bad voice in my head! When did I care about Harry? Gah! No! It’s Potter. POTTER!!!()()
“Nothing that much except he had grown quite…attractive.”
()() I already knew that moron! My Harry is the most beautiful person in the world…NO! It’s POTTER! And he’s scrawny, short, and those stupid green eyes, those beautiful…NO! Oh I give up. Sometimes I hope that the annoying little voice can just die. DIE!()()
Voldemort growled. “I do NOT care about Potter’s appearance. Crucio!”
()()Ah. Seeing Snape writhing on the floor with agony just makes the day a lot better. ()()
Voldemort ended the spell 30 seconds later, leaving a panting Potions Master on the floor.
“Next time Severus, give me something…useful. Now. We will attack Hogwarts tomorrow. The potion will disable Dumbledore’s magical abilities for several hours. The goal is to kill Potter. You will report here tomorrow at midnight. And Lucius…you had better make sure the Ministry doesn’t arrive till we’re gone. Any questions?”
Silence.
“Good. Now get out of my sight!”
()()Hogwarts will be mine by tomorrow…and Potter WILL be dead.()()
Somehow his heart ached as he pictured the lifeless Harry Potter fell onto the floor.
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