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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
17,126
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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HIs Room And His Portkey
Fandom : Harry Potter
Title : Tired
Rating : M
Pairing : Voldemort/Harry
Warning :
Summary : He was tired of all the corruption. That was why he was in front of Riddle Mansion, to join the only one he felt could understand him. Lord Voldemort.
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Chapter Four :His Room and His Port-key
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Wow. This story is popular! I'd like to thank readers for their feedback. They know who they are. While the whole story is dedicated to Jetede, this chapter is co-dedicated to Raven-loves-Sanji. The answer given to me from Raven helped outline almost three of the major plot lines! So don't tell anyone, kay, Raven?
Also a Poll : Harry and Voldies Relationship : Master/Servant, Master/Pet, Equal/Equal, or Other (Please Specify)? Poll up until at least chapter 5, maybe 6. Thanks!
Love you all, and here is the next chapter. And also, its more of a details chapter, since Jetede said to include more details. Here we go!
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Harry lay in the room he had been given for now in the Riddle Mansion. It was the evening after he had given himself over to Voldemort and his cause.
Voldemort had asked why he had wanted to give up, but it was the one question Harry refused to answer, at least, yet. He was given one day to answer, or he would be locked up in the dungeons for every day he refused to answer.
'Lord Voldemort is not to be disobeyed.' Harry thought absently, finally taking the time from his thoughts to look around the room he was in temporarily.
The walls were a deep polished dark wood. The ceiling was slightly domed, and had a painting of, apparently, Heaven and Hells angels and demons fighting. Harry watched for a second as a demon ripped off a pair of angels wings, only to frown as they grew back.
'They're still bound by how they were painted, the demon cant change that' Harry thought with a small inkling of interest, before looking at the rest of the room.
There was only a bed, dresser and small desk in the room. The desk and dresser matched the deep dark wood of the walls, but the bed made Harry stop for a second, looking at it with just a touch of awe at the beauty of his sleeping quarters.
The wood was a strong wood, Oak, Harry believed, but covered in a flawless black varnish. The bed sat in the middle of the room, and had deep black velvet curtains on all four sides. When Harry finally stepped forward and touched it, he was pleasantly surprised to find Black and blood crimson silk sheets, pillow cases, and a black bedspread with deep blood crimson dots on it randomly.
'Almost like blood drops...' Harry thought, before noticing, with another small pleasant surprise, the silk sheets were warmed. He undressed and climbed into the bed, curling up under the sheets. He fell asleep almost instantly.
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Harry woke up slowly, noticing he was alone in the room, and wondering what woke him up, then he noticed the small snake hanging from the collar around his neck (which he had a sneaking suspicion was charmed to not come off) was warm and pulsing against his skin.
He retch a hand up to touch it, and as soon as his fingertip came in touch with it, he yelped at the jerk behind his navel.
The snake was a port-key.
Title : Tired
Rating : M
Pairing : Voldemort/Harry
Warning :
Summary : He was tired of all the corruption. That was why he was in front of Riddle Mansion, to join the only one he felt could understand him. Lord Voldemort.
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Chapter Four :His Room and His Port-key
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Wow. This story is popular! I'd like to thank readers for their feedback. They know who they are. While the whole story is dedicated to Jetede, this chapter is co-dedicated to Raven-loves-Sanji. The answer given to me from Raven helped outline almost three of the major plot lines! So don't tell anyone, kay, Raven?
Also a Poll : Harry and Voldies Relationship : Master/Servant, Master/Pet, Equal/Equal, or Other (Please Specify)? Poll up until at least chapter 5, maybe 6. Thanks!
Love you all, and here is the next chapter. And also, its more of a details chapter, since Jetede said to include more details. Here we go!
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Harry lay in the room he had been given for now in the Riddle Mansion. It was the evening after he had given himself over to Voldemort and his cause.
Voldemort had asked why he had wanted to give up, but it was the one question Harry refused to answer, at least, yet. He was given one day to answer, or he would be locked up in the dungeons for every day he refused to answer.
'Lord Voldemort is not to be disobeyed.' Harry thought absently, finally taking the time from his thoughts to look around the room he was in temporarily.
The walls were a deep polished dark wood. The ceiling was slightly domed, and had a painting of, apparently, Heaven and Hells angels and demons fighting. Harry watched for a second as a demon ripped off a pair of angels wings, only to frown as they grew back.
'They're still bound by how they were painted, the demon cant change that' Harry thought with a small inkling of interest, before looking at the rest of the room.
There was only a bed, dresser and small desk in the room. The desk and dresser matched the deep dark wood of the walls, but the bed made Harry stop for a second, looking at it with just a touch of awe at the beauty of his sleeping quarters.
The wood was a strong wood, Oak, Harry believed, but covered in a flawless black varnish. The bed sat in the middle of the room, and had deep black velvet curtains on all four sides. When Harry finally stepped forward and touched it, he was pleasantly surprised to find Black and blood crimson silk sheets, pillow cases, and a black bedspread with deep blood crimson dots on it randomly.
'Almost like blood drops...' Harry thought, before noticing, with another small pleasant surprise, the silk sheets were warmed. He undressed and climbed into the bed, curling up under the sheets. He fell asleep almost instantly.
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Harry woke up slowly, noticing he was alone in the room, and wondering what woke him up, then he noticed the small snake hanging from the collar around his neck (which he had a sneaking suspicion was charmed to not come off) was warm and pulsing against his skin.
He retch a hand up to touch it, and as soon as his fingertip came in touch with it, he yelped at the jerk behind his navel.
The snake was a port-key.