Voldemort

~*~Author’s Note~*~

Thank you everyone for your reviews. I have noticed a lot of you are asking whether or not this story will end like the movie. I don’t want to answer that, but I can tell a lot of you are concerned so all I will say is that it will have a happy ending… as for who that happy ending will be for well that’ll revealed later.

~*~Review Responses~*~

Scarlet Rose Melanie:I am so glad you are enjoying the story. I do try to make my stories different from other people's and I love doing unique plotlines :) I hope the new chapter came out fast enough for you.

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~*~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.

~*~ Parseltongue ~*~

Chapter 3: Malfoy Manor

30 May
Harry Potter’s Diary

I know that Severus does not want me to stay here with Draco while he is away. He thinks that if I become accustom to the wealth and privileges of the Malfoy family I will not be content as the husband of a mere clerk in a law firm, but Draco and I has been friends since we were children and he has never minded that I am only a schoolmaster.

Harry set down his quill down done writing for now before looking into a book sitting on the stand next to the desk where he was writing within the elegantly decorated Malfoy palor. Opening it he blinks at the sight of two males entwined with one another, the other’s penis penetrating the other, both held looks of rapture upon their faces. Worse part of it was this was a wizarding book and the pictures moved.

“Ugh… disgustingly awful…” Harry shuddered ignoring the swell of heat that spread through his belly.

“Harry!”

Harry blinked before slamming the book closed and picking back up his quill pretending to look thoughtful on what he wanted to write.

“Harry! Oh… Harry you’re always working…” Draco smirked as he entered attempting to snatch the quill from Harry who immediately hit his hand with his free hand. “Is your ambitious Severus Snape forcing you to write in that ridiculous journal…” Taking a seat finally giving up on trying snatch the quill away from Harry, Draco raises the flair of his robes to spread elegantly about him. They were a soft rose today trimmed in gold highlighting his beautiful blonde locks that spill over his shoulders elegantly. His soft gray eyes focus on his friend with a hint of seduction dancing within their silver depths. “When he could be forcing you to perform unspeakable acts of desperate passion on the parlor floor?”

Turning to face his indecent friend Harry eyes Draco with his emerald gaze before shaking his head making sure not to shake it too hard and cause his bun to fall from where he pinned up his hair. “Draco really, you shouldn’t talk about my fiancé in such a way. There’s more to marriage than carnal pleasures.” Rising up elegantly in order to leave the parlor and his wayward friend Harry found himself knocking over the book he had been looking at just moments before. It spread open to the middle of the book where the moving pictures were now showing two men on their knees, one with his knees to the floor, his lover in his lap being penetrated by him. They were moving quickly and passionately and Harry laughed before moving to the floor to hurry up and close the book once more; however, Draco moved at the same time snatching up the book into his hands.

“Oh Harry, so I see much much more.” A soft gasp falls from his lips as he looks at the pictures tilting his head left and right while turning the book hoping to figure out how they managed such a feat. “Oh that’s… uh…”

Harry found himself blushing beautifully even as he attempted not to look, and yet both he and Draco were outwardly staring. “What’s with it Draco?”

“Oh Harry…” Draco’s eyes widened even as he laughed as his incredibly embarrassed friend. Harry could be quite adorable sometimes with his innocence.

“Cause I don’t understand it… can man and man really do… that?” Harry turned the book showing the couple upside down before looking from it to his friend who was suddenly looking guilty.

“I did… last night.”

Harry all but dropped the book before narrowing his emerald green eyes then rolling them. “Fibber you did not!”

“Yes I did!” Draco giggled at Harry’s gasp of shock and the horror written across his face. “Well… in my dreams. Severus measures up doesn’t he?” Draco giggled at the blush on Harry’s face before taking his friend’s hand and pulling them both off the floor and onto the bench. “You can tell Draco.”

“We’ve kissed that’s all. He thinks he’s too poor to marry me. It’s all the worse now that I’m here visiting you here at Malfoy Manor. My rich friend…” Harry motioned at their surroundings with a soft smile upon his face.

“Yes… and not even one marriage proposal.” Draco replied looking quite indignant. It truly wasn’t fair. He is beautiful, he knows he is, and yet not one of his admirers has popped the question. “Here I am almost 20 practically a hag.”

The two stare at one another for a mere split second before dissolving into laughter both finding the situation quite humorous of Draco looking anything but like sheer perfection.

~~~~~~~~LV/HP~~~~~~~~

The sound of a harp fluttered through the ballroom at Malfoy manor where there were numerous party goers. Everyone from his Father’s business associates to his own guests was present. Draco stood by a sheer curtain with Harry watching those who were making their grand entrance into his home. His admirers would be making their appearance as well he was sure, and yet he didn’t want Harry to feel left out. Everyone was dressed elegantly in their best finery even he and Harry.

Harry was dressed in one of his robes of soft almost sheer silk done in light lavender. It had a collar that rose up in small ruffles about his neck and dipped low in order to show off some skin. It flared at the waist and had beautiful rose embroidery of the same material throughout the skirt part of the robes. His black hair was still pinned up elegantly showing off his beautiful porcelain features and high cheekbones. He himself was dressed in a pale green robe that was off shouldered his hair done up in elegant curls that spills over one shoulder. The designs in the dress were matching serpents that snaked all over the dress elegantly.

“Mr. Charlie E. Weasley!”

“Oh look…” Draco exclaimed his eyes shifting to the doors of the ballroom his silver gaze sparkling like platinum darkening slightly as he studies the firm muscular physic of Charlie in his dragon hide sports coat and leather pants, his hat held in his hands.

“What is that?” Harry asked studying the room before his gaze lands on the male in the doorway. Looking to Draco for an explanation he raises a brow seeing the look of desire written across his face.

“That’s Weasley…. Charlie E. Weasley. He’s so young and fresh,” The two watched as Charlie made his way to the snacks and picked up one tossing it into the air and letting it land within his mouth before chewing. “Like a wild dragon between my legs.”

Harry gasped in horror before shaking his head with a giggle. “You are positively indecent.”

“I just know what men desire,” Draco assured his dear friend before smirking at him in challenge. “Watch.”

“Draco…” Harry whispers but it was entirely too late. He could do nothing more than watch Draco smile as him as he headed over to Charlie. Oh dear Merlin.

“Charlie darling…” Draco called out as he made his way to Charlie resting his outstretched hand in the other male’s who immediately kissed it lovingly his beautiful hazel green eyes sparkling in happiness to see Draco.

“Mr. Draco. Why you’re as fresh as a spring rain.”

“Why thank you.” Draco replied blushing beautifully under the attention making sure to sneak a glance back at Harry. “Oh Charlie…” He spoke in something resembling a moan of pleasure as he reaches for the other man’s pants neither hearing nor seeing Harry’s eyes widen in shock and the gasp that fell from his lips. “Please let me touch it… it’s so… big.” Draco teased as he pulls Charlie’s magical bowie knife from his side holster.

Harry let out a breath of air he hadn’t even known he was holding as Draco turns to face him holding the knife with a smirk laughing at the shock he could see on Harry’s face. Smiling at his friend he shook his head rolling his beautiful green eyes. Only Draco would dare titter between the lines of decent and indecent behavior.

“Little boy… oh my dear sweet little boy… I hold your hand and you’ve kissed me…”

“Dr. Neville Longbottom!”

Draco’s head turned toward the door raising a brow before the name was called and his face lit up once again. “Neville!”

Neville spotted Draco and was about to respond as the other stood to approach him, but found himself tripping on the rug and falling down hitting his knees on the hard marble, causing several other guests to chuckle and Draco to have to fight to hold it back. Harry on the other hand merely covered his mouth elegantly as if holding back a sneeze to cover the fact that he was giggling. That poor poor man.

“Oh Neville… my darling… oh you poor little baby!” Draco kneels and helps him up from the floor watching as he looks back at the bear rug he tripped over. “Come over here…come over here and I’ll kiss it better.” Draco settled Neville on the couch and fawned over him knowing how embarrassed he must feel. “My poor little blossom… my poor little doctor… brilliant doctor.”

“Hello Charlie,” Neville speaks softly more than a little embarrassed that he’s fallen on his ass already.

“Neville.” Charlie responds holding back the fact that he wants to crack up laughing himself. Really the poor doctor had no control around Draco.

“What a naughty bear…” Draco cooed at Neville as he comforted him, ignoring the fact that Neville was blushing heavily under his attention.

“Lord Blaise Zabini!”

“Blaise!” Draco’s head looked back toward the door and his entire face lit up like a Christmas tree as he stood stepping over Neville’s legs and making his way to the entry of the ballroom once more.

Harry watched the two exchange greetings. The gentleman was dressed in extremely rich looking dark blue dress robes trimmed in silver brocade, hands were covered in white gloves, and his tie was white as well. He looked like the epitome of “wealthy.” His dark black hair was cut low in sweeping elegance but not long like the other males, he was dark skinned, and his eyes shone like honey when he looked at Draco. An air of grace, arrogance, and poise surrounded the male as he opened his arms for Draco hugging him to him as he brushes a kiss across his cheek.

Charlie watched with fierce annoyance as Blaise once again spoiled any chance he had of capturing his attention tonight. Sighing irritably he allowed his gaze to shift to Neville who was rising off the couch.

“So sorry about your hat,” Neville said flushing as he handed the hat to Charlie who merely looked at him annoyed before looking back to Draco and Blaise as Draco modeled his robes for him.

“Like my robes?” Draco said teasingly as he spun in a slow circle so Blaise could see the entirety of them.

“Absolutely,” Blaise replied his eyes traveling over Draco in a slow downward motion then rising back up to look into his eyes.

Draco smirking knowing that Blaise’s eyes were on him leaned close and whispered softly against his ear. “It’s my snake robes.”

“Is it really?” Blaise drawled a soft smirk playing upon his features as he eyes the beauty before him.

Harry simply watched all this transpire a soft smile playing upon his features. Draco is a pure and virtuous boy, but his free way of speaking shocks him sometimes. Severus said that it’s a defect of the aristocracy that they say what they please. Harry sighed softly knowing the truth was that he admired Draco and wished he was a pretty and adored as he. Looking away from his friend and toward the chandelier lost in his own thoughts he found himself started as he heard a whisper play against his ear and a touch upon his neck in a soft caress. It wasn’t the touch that startled him, but more the sibilant words themselves. Backing himself into a corner, he bites back a soft moan feeling heat spread through him like wildfire.

Your beauty far outweighsss thossse who you admire my love… and sssoon… I will ssshow you how much ssso.

~~~~~~~~LV/HP~~~~~~~~

St Mungo’s Hospital
Dr. Neville Longbottom’s Journal

What manner of man is this? Gilderoy Lockhart successful solicitor in the firm of Lockhart & Associates, Respected Member of the Order of Phoenix club, returns from business abroad in Transylvania promptly suffers a complete mental breakdown. He is now obsessed with some sort of Blood lust.

Neville stood and made his way out of his office within the mental ward of St. Mungo’s Hospital toward the cells where he kept his patients, notepad in hand. He was to interview Mr. Lockhart today to find out what caused such a breakdown in order to further understand what drove this man to insanity.

“George!” He calls out to one of his guards the young man making his way to the cell door and opening it for him. “Wait here.” He commands before stepping within the cell shutting the door behind him.

Within the cell Gilderoy raised from his knees at the back of the cell a small plate within his hand, his gaze focusing on the doctor as he enters the cell. Stepping toward him slowly he speaks elegantly, fluidly belying his insane demeanor.

“Would you care for an hourdeurve Doctor Longbottom? Or caterpillar?” He asks motioning to the plate within his hand crawling with bugs.

“Ehem… no thank you Mr. Lockhart. How are you feeling tonight?” Neville questions making notes in his notepad.

Lockhart eyes the notepad with disgust before looking up into the Doctor’s eyes a smirk playing upon his lips, “Far better than you my lovesick Doctor.”

“Oh? Does my personal life interest you?” Neville replies holding out the notepad for Lockhart to see.

“Of course it does… all life interest me.”

“Your diet Mr. Lockhart is disgusting.” Neville says eying the plate full of bugs as if it would leap out and attack him.

“Actually… they’re perfectly nutritious. You see its life that I digest. They give life to me…” Lockhart replies as he places one of the smaller worms within his mouth then bites down with a sickening crunch ignoring the suddenly nauseous countenance of the Doctor.

“A fly gives you life?” Just what was Mr. Lockhart trying to say? None of this made any sense and only furthered his questions on what drove the man to this point.

“Certainly. You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chopsticks than to interest me in lesser carnivores.”

“I shall have to invent a new classification of lunatic for you.” Tilting his head he approaches Lockhart slowly as he asks another question. “What about spiders? Spiders eat the flies.”

Lockhart looked up watching a sparrow fly around before nodding his head absentmindedly. “Yes… spiders eat them.”

“What about sparrows?” Neville questions while making more notes within his notepad on the answers to his questions.

“Oh yes…Did you say sparrows?”

Neville frowned at the lack of reaction from Lockhart as the other man simply watched the small bird fly around. “Something… bigger perhaps?”

Lockhart moved down to a squatting position his face looking like that of a kid in a candy store and he nods his head quickly. “Oh yes… a kitten… I beg you… something sleek… a playful kitten…something I can teach… something I can feed… No one would refuse me a kitten.”

Neville watched as Lockhart seemed to get excited all but bouncing on the balls of his feet. Kneeling down himself he moves a little closer before he speaks. “Would you prefer… a cat?”

Lockhart gasped and rose up Neville following him without even realizing what he was doing so focused he was in Lockhart’s sudden fascination.

“Oh yes… a big cat!”

“Yes!” Neville exclaims watching as Lockhart seemed to almost forget he was there as he ranted.

“My salvation depends on it!”

“Your salvation?” Neville asks confused using the same amount of passion that Lockhart did.

“Yes! I need lives! Lives for the Master!” Gasping Lockhart covers his mouth quickly looking guilty.

“Master? What Master?!”

Lockhart turned and motioned toward the window with his free hand as he spoke his eyes taking on a dreamy quality. “The Master will come… and he has promised to make me immortal.”

“How?!” Neville challenged, but just as he got the question out Lockhart leapt and wrapped his hand around his throat squeezing with a power the man should not have. Guards broke into the cell and immediately began to cast the stupefy spell sending Lockhart sprawling even as they grabbed him he began to scream as they freed Neville.

“The blood is the life! The blood is the life”

~~~~~~~~LV/HP~~~~~~~~

30 May
Severus Snape’s Journal

Castle Slytherin. I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul. The Lord… the way he looked at Harry’s picture fills me with dread. As if I have a part to play in a story that is not known to me.

Severus stared at his reflection in the mirror as he set about shaving. This was one of the few things he enjoyed doing the muggle way, there was also the fact that it didn’t leave that irritating magical residue as it does when one uses their wand. Rinsing the straight razor he sighs, his thoughts mixed and confused as he continues to work about clearing his face of his beard. Feeling a sudden touch upon his shoulder his he nicks himself startled and turns sharply only to see the door of his room open slowly admitting Lord Slytherin carrying what appeared to be towels or linen one. The man moved into the room so fluidly it looked as if he merely floated across the floor into the room toward the bed.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Severus spoke finally watching as the man set the linen upon the bed, the eerie silence beginning to bother him. He watched trying not to jump as the man did that weird gliding motion again towards him the door finally closing once he reached him with an audible powerful slam, wandless magic no doubt.

“Take care how you cut yourssself…it isss more dangerousss than you think.”

Severus turned looking into the mirror and blinked seeing that he had indeed managed to cut himself. Shaking the thought out of his head he looked to Lord Slytherin only to see him looking into the mirror before turning his head sharply watching as the mirror broke startling him even as the Lord of the Castle let out a sharp cry ducking behind him.

“A foul moment of wizardsss’…vanity. Perhaps you should… proceed.” Voldemort spoke taking the blade from Severus he turns his back running it across his tongue before turning back to face him as if nothing had happened. Taking a breath he holds out his hand before speaking softly. “The lettersss I requesssted… have you written them?”

Severus studied him a moment before turning defeated and picking the three letters up passing them over. They were not sealed as of yet, as he was sure Lord Slytherin would be reading them. He watched as the man read the covers of the envelopes one by one before nodding his head toward him, his serpentine voice dancing out between them.

“Good,” slipping the letters within his robe Voldemort turns and rinses the blade before stepping closer behind Severus resuming the shaving for him. Noticing not how the man tensed upon his holding his neck up with his free hand. “Ssshould you leave thisss room, even not by any chance go to sssleep in any other part of the cassstle, it isss old…and hasss many bad memoriesss. Be warned.”

Severus didn’t dare nod his head so settled for a verbal reply his dark eyes focused on nothing, his mind focused on keeping still. “I’m sure I understand.”

Voldemort didn’t reply merely raised the blade up to resume shaving him until a necklace around his neck caught the blade causing a mirror image of Merlin’s symbol to reflect toward him. A sibilant hiss of anger coursed through him as he backed up quickly causing Severus to jump away from him.

“Do not put your faith in sssuch… trinketsss of deceit. We are in Transssylvania and Transssylvania isss not England…are waysss are not your waysss… and you are sssure to sssee many ssstrange thingsss.”

Severus drew himself up to his full height his annoyance and irritability showing clearly upon his pale features as he glares at the Lord. “I’ve seen many strange things already! Bloody wolves chasing me through some blue inferno…” He trailed off his rant as said wolves howled and he shifted looking down from his window into the courtyard. He could see their shadows but not the wolves themselves.

“Oohhh… lisssten to them… haha…the children of the night….what sssweet musssic they make.” Voldemort says motioning toward the window where they could hear the wolves howling.

“Music? Those animals?” Severus asks indignant looking toward the window again then back to his hosts only to see his emerald green robe’s trail sliding out of the room, the door soon closing behind him. Turning back to the window beyond insulted and irritated Severus looks out only to blink and open the window leaning out of it. If he hadn’t seen it himself he wouldn’t believe it but there was Lord Slytherin crawling against the wall of the castle as if he were one with those wolves, green robe trailing behind him.

~~~~~~~~LV/HP~~~~~~~~

Severus' Journal Continued...

I did as Slytherin instructed. I wrote three letters: To the firm, to my family, and to my beloved Harry. I said nothing of my fears… as he will read them no doubt. I know now that I am a prisoner.

Severus let out a breath as he managed to unlock the door to his chambers. Rising from the floor he took up his candle and made his way out of the room and down the long corridor. Finally reaching another door he moves the cobwebs out of the way and forces the door open all but falling inside. Looking around in silence he studies the room for a few seconds before moving over to a chest. Hanging up the candle into a holder he opens it and shields his eyes from the faintly glowing potions bottles. Picking one up and seeing no name he uncorks the bottle and smells the contents to see if he could tell what it was. It didn’t smell like anything he knew though he could pick out a few ingredients. If he had more time to study it he was sure he could…

“Severus…”

Severus blinked hearing a distinct feminine voice calling out to him. How strange… looking up he looks around after corking the bottle and replacing it, he didn’t dare answer, but looking couldn’t hurt could it?

“Severus… come to me…”

Walking around the corner he finds himself in front of a sheer curtain. Reaching out his hand to pull it back the curtain does so itself before he can touch it. Figuring it was caused by motion detecting magic Severus steps into the room looking about. What he saw was a space looking like it had stepped out of 1001 Arabian Nights. Rich colors of red, purple, green, gold, and silver spread about the room. It was sensual looking as if made for a harem. He half expected to see men in pillowy pants and vests come out of the shadows. Seeing no one there he turns to leave when that voice dances over him again.

“Lay back… Lay back into my arms.”

He could hear soft footsteps followed by the chimes of bells and found himself laying back on the mound of pillows.

“Lay back Severus.”

Severus finally laid back only to look up seeing a beautiful boy with long black hair rise up between his legs, quite naked, his violet eyes holding his own ebony ones. He was beautiful, enchanting, and seductive. His hands slid over his thighs and to the rising evidence of his ardor. Drawing a moan from his lips even as two others rose up next to him, first a blond who curled into his side and a redhead into his other side, as the one with the ebony hair moved to lay on top of him capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. Ripping his shirt open the boy gasps before hissing at the necklace of Merlin around his neck and Severus cries out feeling the thing seemingly burn into his skin before fading away as if it were never upon him.

The ebony haired boy runs his tongue slowly up Severus’ chest before capturing his lips again, moaning along with him as their tongues dance about one another’s. Moving off and to the side the ebony allowed the redhead to claim his lips as the blond moves down between his legs opening his pants before lowering his head and biting down on his thigh drawing a cry of pain from Severus followed by a moan as his length was engulfed in heat. He lost himself to their whims, their seduction as it rolled over him causing him to feel sluggish lost in pleasure.

As he lost himself in two of their lips his own dancing between kissing each of them the doors to the balcony slammed open and Lord Voldemort glided in quickly in fury hissing in some language he didn’t understand as he grabs them one by one flinging them away from Severus.

~*~Get off of him~*~

The three boys let out a cry as they were flung before cowering with one another away from Lord Voldemort’s wrath.

~*~How dare you touch him! He belongs to me!~*~

~*~You yourself has never loved.~*~ The ebony boy answered cowering against the wall with tears in his eyes.

~*~Yes… I too can love…~*~ Voldemort paused as his eyes seem to flash red in a seductive glare toward his pets before he continued his words. ~*~And I shall love again~*~

Severus watched in horror as the boys made their way back around Voldemort crowding around his legs like dogs begging for a bone.

~*~Are we to have nothing tonight then?~*~

Turning toward another chest on the revealed balcony Voldemort lifts a small child above the head of the boys at his feet. They moaned and crowed him before he handed it over to them and they crowded the child with soft moans cries of pain from the child ringing through the room as the men no doubt molested and tortured the poor thing.

Severus let out a cry of anguish and horror not believing what he was seeing. This couldn’t be real; this… this was a nightmare! His eyes met those of Lord Slytherin’s who was not smiling and looked downright pissed off before he began to laugh demonically, clasping his hands together in humor at his horror of the situation, the sound sending chills through Severus before he promptly fainted.


~*~ Author’s Chapter Final Notes~*~

Okay seriously… I laughed through most of this chapter! Between Harry and Draco, and poor Neville it was just too much! Regardless I hope you all enjoyed what I have written and I hope your reviews are sweet and kind!

Severus: I do not see why they shouldn’t be… here you are up again until almost 1:30 in the morning writing for them.

Me: Now Severus love can’t you be kind for a change?

Severus: Do I look like Dumbledore to you? *Glares*

Me: Err… *Coughs* Please review everyone! Next chapter Harry will receive Severus’ letter, Draco is getting engaged, We’ll see some friendly makeout action between Harry and Draco while they run through the gardens in the rain, We’ll hear from Severus again, and Voldemort shall depart and arrive in England… and well… Draco shall see him first… followed by Harry. Things are about to get interesting.

Severus: That’s what I thought. Say goodnight Aqualyne.

Me: Goodnight everyone and enjoy!

Severus: *Rolls his eyes before sweeping her up out of her chair and to their bedroom letting the door slam closed behind them.*