Voldie-Kitty
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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13,374
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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Gestatten, Saiko
KM: Well, I forgot to mention last chapter that I own my OC Saiko...
Harry: But what is with that Saiko?
KM: smirks Well... you guys will need her in this war. That is the only thing I will say!
Tom: holds sign up JUST BEGIN THE STORY!!
KM: Aww, you are no fun, Tommy-hun!
Tom: twitches
Disclaimer: glares You win this round! But just you wait!
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: We, well you guys, get to meet my OC Saiko a bit better and Sirius being sent on his mission. Then there will be many time skips in this chapter. And of course, a wet dream for our dear Harry. Tom and Harry meeting Draco and Ginny in the Christmas break. And a short look into Lucius and Dumbledore’s plans.
Voldie-Kitty
Chapter 5
Gestatten, Saiko
~*~Time skip three days To The Death Dragon~*~
‘To The Death Dragon’ was a very popular and well known restaurant under the Purebloods. The restaurant was located in Knockturn Alley and hidden away from the low life scum that was most going around there. No Pureblood wanted them in this Establishment. They were below them when it came to this. Besides the low lives would not even have enough money to buy them self a glass of water in there. Hell, maybe not even a tiny drop of water. The outside of the restaurant was painted in black that was darker than the night. A sign was hanging over the doors to it. The sign was in white with big, bold letters in blood red that read: To The Death Dragon. The sign was charmed though that only Purebloods that knew of the restaurant could see the sign to the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant was decorated at the walls with epic battles that happened in the history of the magical world. The floor was covered in a dark green carpet and the tables and chairs in the restaurant were made out of cherry but painted in a pitch black with velvet red cushions on them. Each table had another table cloth on them. One had a unicorn, another had a dragon or another one had yet again a little forest on the edges of the corners stitched. On the second floor of the restaurant were private rooms where meetings can be hold. On the third floor were the rooms for the staff and the office. The kitchen was something that every chief dreams off. It had everything needed in there.
In the basement were the finest wines that could be found. They even cost a good fortune too. A very big fridge was down there too full with meat of magical and none-magical creatures and the wash room was down there too. Hell, the restaurant even had a backyard with a winter garden. The fauna in there was something that is not seen often. Exotic plans from every country were found in there and even some wild life that was bound there by magic. It was done though they would not attack or disturb the guests sitting in there in any way. The restaurant was already buzzing with noise. The staffs were getting everything ready before they opened and the first guests entered. People were running around and here and there a spell was cast when it was not going fast enough to set a table like it was supposed to look like. The kitchen was already busy with heating up frying pans, ovens and pots.
The second floor was again cleaned even though it was already done yesterday. Everything needed to be, or more like had to be, perfect in the restaurant.
~*~Time skip 11:30 am To The Death Dragon, Private Room 4~*~
The private room number 4 was a huge room. It was the size of a ballroom and had many tables or just a very long one in it, depending on the meeting that was held in it. But today there was just a table for two people. The room was decorated in blue, red, orange and yellow shades. Making it look like a sunset in it. At the table in the middle of the room was sitting Sirius who seemed to be waiting for someone. He did not seem happy about being here at all. He was dressed up in his nicest robes and had a scowl in his face. He hated this place and how everyone there thought that they were something better than the other. His scowl deepened when he thought about the reason why he was here. He did not like it one bit that Saiko wanted to meet him here.
He knew why Saiko had agreed to help in this matter with Dumbledore. Of course, it was not only because of the reason she could get revenge on the old coot and at the same time some amusement about his down fall. She wanted a favour of the family too. Something he had loathed to happen. But so far she did not show any interest in Harry which he was glad about. But that she had wanted to meet him here was really something he hated to do. He was just about stand up and pace through the room when the door opened. His scowling face formed into a polite smiling one. How he hated to act like this with this person. He had to force himself to be something he hated to be.
Saiko was this time dressed in a blue dress. The v-cut on the front was lined with emeralds and she wore a black cloak with purple lining around her shoulders. The dress was a Victorian style one and looked expensive. `Why does that not surprise me at all?´ thought Sirius dryly while acting like a gentleman and greeting Saiko in the old ways. She always insisted on those when she met with someone. If they didn’t do like she wanted them to then whatever the person wanted from Saiko would never get her help.
“Good afternoon, Mistress Saiko” Sirius said while bowing slightly and then taking Saiko’s hand to leave a kiss on the back of her hand.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Black” she said curtly back to him and then curtseyed.
“I trust you had a good journey here?” he asked her while leading her to the table.
“Indeed I had” she told him while sitting down on the chair.
“Did anything remarkable happen on your journey?” he asked her while sitting down himself and watching her.
Saiko eyed him before she gave him an answer. Sirius felt like a five year old child again that was being scolded. He didn’t know why. But this woman always let him feel like a child when he was with her. Maybe it was because the woman used to babysit him when he was younger. He had never wondered how it was that Saiko could be as old as a dinosaurian and still look like a 25 year old. He grew up with her and now that he come to think of it. Why was he even thinking about that now? Shouldn’t he concentrate on what the woman wanted to from him? `I am a lost cause´ he thought while nodding when Saiko told him about her journey from China to England.
“Actually yes something did happen, pup” Sirius twitched at being called a pup but didn’t say anything.
“And what would that be?” he asked her while waiting for a waiter to come and bring them the menu.
“On my way here to my house, I heard quite the tail about the Dark Lord going missing.” Sirius choked on his saliva when he heard that.
“What!”
“Quiet, boy, we are not here in some stadium where you can scream like you want” she told him dryly with a scolding tone. “Nor are we in a kindergarten for that matter. Behave like the adult you are Sirius and not like a child”
“I apologize” he muttered while still trying to get over this news.
He hadn’t heard of that till now. Hell, he doubted that even the Order knew. But when he thought about it, maybe Dumbledore did but did not think it was of most value to tell anyone about this.
“Apology accepted. Now, I think you remember your lovely cousin Bellatrix?” at his nod she continued. “It was her that I heard it from. It seemed that her and her little ‘friends’ are in search of their Lord and quite panicked about this situation”
Sirius was just sitting there and taking everything in that Saiko was telling him though the Dark Lord’s inner circle was searching for him? That was interesting to know and hear about.
“But why are they doing this in the plain daylight? Isn’t that dangerous for them?” he asked her with a frown. “I mean they are all wanted and have a high bounty on their head. Surely they are not that stupid to do such a thing. The Dark Lord needs them with them and not in Azkaban”
“Quite” she told him dryly while giving her order to the waiter that had entered the room. “I take the number 56 and wine to that”
“Ah, yes an excellent choice Madam, with or without the paws?”
“Without, please. And you Sirius?”
“uhm... I take the Hippogriff steak. Bloody and with a Rose Beer (1)”
“Quite the taste you have there, sir” was all that the waiter said before leaving.
“Now Sirius, I think you can already guess why I am here, yes?”
“Yes, yes I can” he muttered more to himself while nodding.
“Good then this will be easier to explain to you” she told him while watching him like a hawk.
Sirius tensed when he saw the way Saiko was looking at him. She had something planned for him that was, is, most likely dangerous and deadly for him. He shuddered at the last mission she had sent him when he had asked for her help with something. It had him nearly killed because he had not seen one of the persons that he was supposed to ‘look after’.
“And what is that... ‘mission’ I have to do?” he asked her with a hesitation by the word mission.
Saiko was smiling at him which gave him the creeps. But before he could get an answer from her, the waiter came back with their food and drinks.
“Is there anything else that you need?” the waiter asked them.
“No, that is all” Saiko said with a dismissing voice.
“Of course, have good meals” with that the waiter turned and left them alone again in the room.
Saiko ignored her meal and instead fixed her gaze on Sirius with a hard and long stare. As if she was thinking about something. Sirius just tried to not fidget under her gaze like he had done so many years ago. She really made him feel like a child again and he did not like it.
“Sirius, I want you to shadow that cousin of yours that calls herself a loyal follower of Voldemort” she said the name of the Dark Lord as if it were totally normal.
Sirius did not flinch like Saiko thought he would. Of course, he wouldn’t. He was living with Harry after all and that boy was saying the name so often and making fun of it that you could just not fear the name anymore. But what did surprise her was the way Sirius reacted to about the cousin comment.
“Which cousin are we talking here about?” he asked with an unreadable voice.
“Mhmm, the insane one, the one that thinks she could land with the Dark Lord only to be rejected for trying even though she is married”
Sirius nodded. He had only one cousin like this and it wasn’t that hard to guess who it was then. But why would he need to go after Bellatrix? What could she possibly have that caught Saiko’s attention like that? It had to be something that she need or that could get her enough power in the politics. Sirius wasn’t sure about that. He was staring at his barely touched steak while he chewed slowly on a piece of it. He had to admit it that it was very good. But that is the reason why the restaurant is so well known.
“I want you to go and find everything out that she knows of the disappearing of Voldemort. It could help us in the long run with Albus later on, pup”
Sirius tried his hardest not to flinch when he heard the distaste in Saiko’s voice when she spoke Dumbeldore’s name. As if it was some kind of disease to her. The hatred in her voice made him shudder and he wondered what exactly Dumbledore had done to her to make her this angry with him.
“And how exactly will that help us?” he just had to ask this.
“Who do think told the Ministry that Harry was lying about the fact that Voldemort is back?” she asked him icily.
“Oh”
“Oh indeed boy”
“Ehm... now where exactly is Bellatrix? I want to get this over with as soon as possible” he grumbled to himself.
Why was that she always had to talk to him like he was some child that was learning to walk and talk?
“Actually it is rather easy to understand, pup” she told him while taking a bite from her food. “You know of the fact how she tried to seduce him and fail. Miserable at that might I add. But he still trust her enough to tell her things that not even his inner circle knows off”
“So I have to get that, whatever it is, information from her?” he asked her while taking a sip of his beer. “Sounds easy enough”
Saiko just smirked at him while taking another bite from her food. She hummed in thought and furrowed her brow. If Sirius really does agree with that mission then she would get the dirt she needed to help the pup. She smirked at that thought and enough dirt to destroy Dumbledore for once and for all.
“That is what you think, pup. But” she looked him dead in the eyes. “Something is never easy when it comes to the Dark Lord, you should know that”
Sirius actually gulped at the tone she was using on him. Somehow he got the feeling he should say no to this mission. But he needed her help.
“Okay. What exactly do you want me to do and how exactly do I find it from her?”
She smiled at him and somehow he got the feeling that this was his doom...
~*~Time skip Halloween Eve Grimmauld Place~*~
Harry was sitting in the library of the Black family and reading a book about vampires. Remus had wanted him to read about them because he would be quizzed about them in their next lesson. He sighed loudly and turned a page. The book was sooo boring to him. He would rather be outside and play with his kitten. But Tom was asleep in his room and acting like the king of his bed. He scowled when he saw that he still had some pages to go till the book was finished. He got the feeling as if he had been sitting there for an eternity and then some. He knew that tomorrow would be that last day that Sirius would be home then he would have to go and start that mission for this Saiko-person. Whoever that was, they must be very powerful to have this much power and influence to destroy Dumbledore’s reputation.
He smiled at that thought but it vanished soon when he saw the book again and the last pages mocking him. Really it was only two pages but somehow he just couldn’t read anymore. He growled at the book, not that it was of any use, and continued to read. He would somehow finish the book though he could leave the library. Remus was mean enough to spell the room though that he could only leave when he needed to use the bathroom, eat and drink and finished the book. `What an ass... but I will get him back for this´ he thought with a smirk and then concentrated on the book again. It would only be a few minutes and then he would be free. He knew that and then he could annoy his kitten for lazing around when he could not.
“Damn you Remus and your books! And that blasted spell!” Harry exclaimed after he had finally managed to read the whole damn book.
~Living-room~
While Harry was leaving the library, Remus was downstairs in the living-room and got the feeling that he should run for his life. But he had no idea why exactly he should do that.
“Why am I getting the feeling Harry is out for my blood, Padfoot?” he asked with a shiver.
“Nah, you must imagine that, Moony. Harry would never do something to you!” Sirius said with a smile to him.
Somehow Remus didn’t believe him.
~Harry’s room~
Voldemort was lying on his Potter’s bed and his tail was twitching lazily around. When he had come to call Potter his, he didn’t really know nor did he want to fight or argue with himself about it. He just accepted it now. Besides he got the feeling this conscience, even though he was damn sure that he had gotten rid of it, would nag at him for trying to tell lies about this. Trying to tell himself that it was not true and that he was just trying to make sure that Potter was his to kill. That it was nothing other than that why he called Potter his. It was fruitless. Besides it was not like he liked the brat, right? His ears twitched when he heard the door being opened and opened one eye to see who it was. When he saw that is was just Ha- Potter, he reminded himself, he closed it again and tried to sleep. But before he knew it he was being lifted up the scruff of his neck.
He went completely limb at the grip and blinked a few times. Coming face to face with a smiling Potter who lowered him then on said person chest. Harry laid himself down in his bed with Tom on his chest. Feeling exhausted now. Maybe a nap would be a good idea.
“Who would have known that reading a book could be that exhausting when you are force to do so?” he mumbled to himself.
Voldemort cocked his head to the side in confusion when he heard what Potter mumbled but then shrugged it off as the boy being odd like he usually was. He tried to settle down on the chest. But it was hard to do so when the pillow you are lying on was moving up and down. He hissed at that but he knew that his hissing would not stop the movement from Potter’s chest. But he could at least try and let some frustrations out through this. He gave a kitty sigh and lay down again. Slowly but surely getting lulled to sleep by Potter’s even breathing and the heaving of the chest.
~^*~Dream~^*~
Harry was writhing on the bed. Sheets wet with his sweat and his long hair plastered to his body. His skin was flushed and sticky from his sweat. His legs were spread as wide as they could go and his erection was standing proudly between his legs. He moaned loudly when he felt something wet lick along the underside of his cock, making it twitch. He heard a low chuckle coming from down there. But before he could see who it was that had chuckled he threw his head back, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure when he felt a heat surround him. His back was arched in an impossible angel and his finger fisted in the silk sheets under him. Nearly ripping them apart with the force he grabbed them. He keened in pleasure when he felt the heat around him begin to move up and down on him, stopping from time to time though the tongue could tease his slit and teeth gracing his cock.
Harry’s leg spread wider when he felt a hand making its way to his bottom and a wet and cold finger began to tease his hole. It twitched when the wet and cold digit circled around it, teasing it with the slow movements around it and just slightly probing but never pushing in. He tried to open his eyes to see who it was that was giving him so much pleasure but teasing him at the same time. But every time he opened his eyes to see who it was they closed again in pleasure when this mystery person found a spot that made him moan or keen pleasure.
“Ahh!”
Harry threw his head back and could feel his body tremble from all the pleasure it was receiving. It was mind blowing to him and he couldn’t think straight anymore. The only thing he cared about now was the pleasure and who it was that was giving him said pleasure. He mewled in disappointment when the heat that was surrounding him suddenly left him. He opened his eyes and whimpered at the lost contact.
“My, aren’t we a bit needy?” he heard someone whispering above him.
His mind didn’t register what was being said immediately but when it did, he could just blinked and wonder why this person stopped. The voice sounded male and he was sure that it was a male above him when he felt an equally erected cock pressing against his own. He moaned at the contact and nearly closed his eyes again. But he wanted to see the person that was above. See who it was that was giving him this pleasure. He knew that he had heard the voice somewhere before but with his pleasure clouded mind he did not know where. Even the way the male looked like couldn’t help him. It was frustrating to him. But he forgot all about his thoughts about the male when the male was grinding down on him, making him moan and arch his back.
“Ahh!” Harry was panting by now and his head lolled to the side.
Harry’s eyes were trained on the male above him, staring at him and trying to figure out why he was looking familiar to him. But the person above just grinded down again on him and he closed his eyes in pure bliss at the action. He keened loudly when he felt a hand began to play with one of his nipples. Rolling it between two fingers, twisting it and pulling at it, making him mewl, keen and moan at the pleasure given. His eyes shot open when he felt a wet and cold finger enter him. He had totally forgotten about it while the male above him played him, like a well known instrument to him.
“Ngnhhh!!”
“Relax, little one” was whispered above him.
The voice was deep and had a husky edge to it. It drove Harry crazy and made him moan when he heard it again. The effect of the voice was not noticing the first time, too busy basking in the pleasure given to him to notice it. Harry tried to relax, he really did. But it was kind of painful and uncomfortable to have a finger inside you. His muscles were tense and it was hurting like this. His dominate partner above him must have notice it because the next moment he was kissing Harry. Harry’s eyes opened when he felt lips on his. `When did... I close... them... anyway?´ was his somewhat clear thought. But it was soon forgotten when they slid shut again and teeth nibbled at his bottom lip, making him moan and open his mouth.
A wet and warm tongue was in his mouth before he knew it. Touching, licking and sucking at everything that it found in his mouth. While Harry was busy with the tongue in his mouth he did not notice how a second finger entered him and began to slowly stretch him. Harry was too much occupied with the tongue and battling it that it came as a surprise when suddenly pleasure shot up his spine. Tearing his mouth away from the tongue and the mouth he screamed his pleasure with his head thrown back. His back arching into the chest above him, making them touch and adding extra pleasure to Harry. His skin was sensitive to every touch that it made him nearly come then and there.
“AAAHHHH!! Ngnhhh! ... What... was that?” he whimpered out when that, whatever it was, was touched inside him again. “Oh...”
He heard a chuckled and pouted. Was this male mocking him? If so, he did not like it. But before he could complain about it he was kissed again. When they broke the kiss this time, Harry was left panting for air, his eyes glazed over and half lidded. His green eyes a darker shade than ever and his pupil dilated in pleasure.
“That, my precious, is your prostrate” and to prove his point the person touched again this spot with his fingers.
Harry bucked his butt down on the fingers, trying to make them go deeper while moaning loudly. Not minding the way the male had called him. The male just chuckled and added a third finger while his second hand was moved to a thigh and began to stroke it, coercing Harry to relax. His erection was brushing against Harry’s when said person bucked down on his fingers again when he touched that one spot inside him. Harry whined when the fingers suddenly left him it made his partner chuckled at him and hush him with a kiss while thrusting into him in one go. Harry screamed when this happened. Not being used to be penetrating by something that was so big. He didn’t really know why, even though it did hurt a lot. It made him feel whole and fully. He decided that he liked it. Tears were pouring down his face because of the pain but his partner was licking them away.
After a while, the pain had ebbed away. Harry was becoming restless and moved his hips in experiment and gasped when he felt something inside of him move. He blushed when his brain slowly registered what that something was. He heard a groan from his partner above him and did it again. His partner was hissing this time and then pulled out of him only to slam back into him again, hitting his prostrate dead on and making the teen keen his pleasure out.
“Ahh!! Ha, ha, ha... who... ngnhnn are... you?” he asked with much difficult while being repetitive slammed in.
Harry hated how he sounded so breathless when he asked this question and cursed himself for sounding like that. But when his prostrate was hit again, he did not care anymore. He just wanted to know who it was.
“Ah, but my dear Harry” the male said to him while licking the shell of his ear, making him mewl. “You do know me. In fact... I would say you are the only that will ever be like this with me when you think about our history”
“Our... ahh! History?” he asked while his brain was saying adieu to him.
Harry could not think clearly anymore. The pleasure was just too much for him. The assaulting of his prostrate was not helping at this. He keened loudly when there was a hard and fierce thrust into him and arched his back.
“Yes, our history, my precious”
Harry could feel something tighten in him, telling him that his orgasm was building and that he would come soon. He felt a hand touch his cock and slowly pump him, bringing him closer to his orgasm. He moaned at the feeling of being thrust into his ass, his prostrate being hit dead on by that cock inside him and at the same time being pumped like this. Even though, the space was slow. He enjoyed it thoroughly.
“Ahhh... uhm... I-I a-am go- AH! Gonna cum!”
“Then cum for me and scream my name, my Harry” was the huskily reply.
“TO-OM~!” Harry screamed the name of his partner without a second thought and drawled the ‘m’ out while doing so.
‘Tom’ groaned into Harry’s ear when he felt the canal around him tightened and spasm, squeezing his hard cock and making him come hard into his little one. Harry moaned when he felt the hot seed spill into him. He was breathing hard and his body was slowly cooling down from its heated state it had been before. He whimpered when he felt Tom pulling out of him and blinked when he found suddenly himself in two strong arms.
“My Harry” was whispered while Tom nuzzled his neck.
Harry this time took his chance to get a look at his partner while he could actually use his brain. He gasped at what he saw. Blood red eyes were staring warmly at him while he was pulled flush against a muscled body that he had seen so many times. Aristocratic cheekbones and nose was the next thing and then came the rich, black hair that was falling down to the shoulders. `Oh my god! Voldemort!´ he thought with a gasp.
~^*~End Dream~^*~
Harry woke with a start not noticing that his kitten was lying next to his pillow and watching him with wide eyes. Harry felt how his clothes were sticking to his skin due to the sweating and he grimaced when he felt something very sticky between his legs, making his boxers cling to him and wet. `Oh my god, someone please tell me I did not just have a wet dream about Voldemort!´ he screamed in his mind while slowly making his way over to his bathroom on shaky legs. In the bathroom Harry peeled his clothes off with a grimace and then stepped into the shower. He let the water wash over him and let his thoughts drift back to his dream again. His brow furrowed in thought about said dream.
Harry knew that he had liked males since he was very young. Girls never held his interest like they did with the other boys. He asked himself that many times when he was younger. Not understanding why he thought it was disgusting to even touch a girl, let alone kiss her. He was only happy that he did not tell his family about it or let them find out. He knew for sure that back then they would have done something to him should they have found out about this. He shuddered at that thought. But back to the topic at hand and why he was in the shower in the first place. Why was it Voldemort that he dreamed about? He had to admit that he was very good looking and the dream of every girl and boy out there. But really, did he have to dream about him now? They were enemies! Something like this would never work out or could even start.
He sighed and let his head collide with the shower wall. A dull thump echoed through the bathroom. But Harry did not move. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. What should he do now? He knew that he could never ever in his entire life look at Voldemort the same again without blushing like a school girl. Hell, he doubted he could even speak to Voldemort without a stutter even when he would not look at him. He sighed and grabbed the shampoo leathering his hair and slowly massaging into his scalp by doing so. He rinsed his hair when he was sure it was clean enough and then grabbed the soap to clean his body. While washing his body he couldn’t help but think about the dream again. How the hands of Voldemort had roamed his body and found spots on him that gave him such pleasure. How they had touched and rubbed him that it made him nearly loose his mind.
He bit his lip when he felt his own hands began to move as if on their own accord. Beginning to rub and touch where Voldemort had touched him. His cock was slowly rising under those touches and gasped when his own hand began to grope his butt and squeeze. Now he was sure that it was not him that was doing but before he could even think more about his other hand grabbed his cock and began to slowly pump making him throw his head back and moan loudly at that. If Harry had been paying attention and his mind not being so occupied with the pleasure he was feeling then he would have seen Tom sitting in the doorway and watching him in the shower. Harry moaned loudly when he was coming again this time, his body trembling and his eyes closed in pure bliss. He was seeing nothing but Tom flashing in his mind as he pounded into him while he was coming in the shower.
Harry’s legs nearly gave out and were trembling so hard that had to lean on the wall of his shower. He was panting so hard and flushed a nice shade of red. The water was still pouring down on him and washing his semen off of him. Harry took a shuddering breath and again started cleaning. Meanwhile Voldemort had been watching his enemy since he woke up. When Potter went to take a shower, he had smirked a kitty smirk. He had seen the dream his enemy had and was totally bewildered at that. But damn, he had to admit it was a hot sight to see Potter like this and dominate and own him like this. Though he had decided to follow his Potter to the shower and watch what he was doing. He saw how Potter was thinking and decided to have some fun with him and to make sure that he did not forget about the dream.
Thus he had decided to use the arms of his enemy and make touch and rub him like he did in the dream. He was not disappointed with the reaction he got. His own eyes glazed over at the picture of Potter coming in the shower while the water was still pouring down on him. Such an erotic picture it was to him. `This is certainly something very interesting´ he thought and made his way back to the bed.
~*~Time skip Christmas break Diagon Ally~*~
It had been nearly two month since Sirius started his mission and only two weeks since his last letter to Harry. In this two month nothing much happened but the fact that Harry had more of those... ‘dreams’ about Voldemort and every time he would wake up either satisfied in a way or with an aching problem. It didn’t help that Voldemort had somehow gotten wind of those dreams of his. Not that it was a very hard problem when you think about it. Harry knew he sucked at Occlumency but really, did Voldemort really have to find out about those dreams? He could still remember when he had again such a dream and not his dream Voldemort but the real one had taken over. Not that he knew that it was the real one from the beginning.
But he knew that it was the real one when he heard Potter instead of Harry being said. Needles to say it was very awkward for him. But that was not the weirdest of it all. No, it was the fact that Voldemort came every time to him in dreams from now and made sure that Harry and his body were given enough attention and pleasure that he saw fit. It made Harry wonder what Voldemort was up to now. He knew that he hated him and would never ever think about touching Harry in such a way. But sometimes Harry forgot these facts when Voldemort was touching him. It just made him feel safe and secure. It made him feel as if Voldemort had feelings for him. But that was impossible. It made Harry mope around the Black house for quite a while.
Voldemort on the other hand found it quite amusing to play with Harry like this. The way Harry had reacted to him when he had first made his real self known to him was quite funny to him. Well, to him it was at least when you forget about the fact that he was borrowed deep within Harry at that time and pounding into him while his real self made an appearance to say ‘hello’. The way Harry’s eyes had widened when he found it was the real one that was there. He had just smirked at Harry and stilled all his movement. Harry had whimpered loudly at him for stopping even when he had found out it was the real Voldemort. He, on the other hand, had just chuckled and played a bit with Harr- Potter. But now those dreams were something other to him.
Sometimes they were just lying together and enjoying each other’s company, other times it was just cuddling, not that he would ever admit and other times they were talking. It was not just sex in those dreams. He didn’t know why it was like this now. But it was disturbing to him. He was ripped from his thoughts away when he found himself on the ground with Potter together. What the hell was going on? It was then that he saw it. Draco Malfoy and that Ginny Weasely were blocking their path to Flourish and Blotts. Harry was supposed to meet that Granger girl and two other Weaselys there. Not that he cared about them. But he was angry at the Malfoy for trying to harm what was his. That would not go unpunished. With a loud mew and hiss, he jumped at the blond and began to bite and scratch him. Draco screamed when he found his face being attacked and grabbed whatever it was that was in his face and threw it on the ground. With a loud yowl Voldemort met the ground with a sicken crack. Because he was in such a tiny and fragile body, Voldemort could feel that something was broken and mewed in distress.
“Aww look at this, Potty, your little cat is dead” Draco said in a taunting voice.
“Poor, poor Potter” Ginny said next from him with a giggle.
That was something they should have not done because something inside Harry snapped when he heard that. Harry’s eyes widened when he saw what Draco had done to his Tom and he saw red. No one and he meant no one was ever going to hurt his kitten without paying the price for it.
“How dare you” he said in a low voice to them. “How dare you hurt my little kitten!”
Before Ginny or Draco had even time to react they found themselves wandless and pinned to the wall. Harry had his wand out and was pointing it at them. He made his way over to his Tom and kneeled next to him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his kitten was still breathing. He scoped Tom up in his arms and made his way back to Grimmauld. Tom needed his help and Hermione and the other could wait for a short time. Besides they knew where he lived. They had wanted to go back to Grimmauld anyways after they had met up. Harry was cooing softly at Tom all the way back home and tried to easy any pain he had, using healing spells that would help mend everything that was broken and some to subdue the pain.
Voldemort on the other hand was mush in the arms of his enemy. Bathing in the attention he was being paid because of his injuries and the way Ha- Potter handled him with utmost care. As if he was the most important thing in Potter’s life. The boy had after all told him things that none other knew about him. But not once had he spoken of his past and the way he had lived with his relatives. Hmm, maybe in his next ‘visit’ they should speak about that. He hissed when he felt his broken bones mend itself together again. It was painful for him. He hissed in pain and tried to break free. But the gently hands on him only tightened in warning.
“Hush, Tom. Everything is going to be okay” he heard Potter’s voice. “It’s soon over”
`We see if you say that again when it is you who is under this pain! Damn this small body!´ Voldemort thought bitterly while hissing at the pain.
“Hush, Tom, I promise just one spell and it is all over” Harry cooed at his kitten.
Said kitten mewed one last time pitiful at him. Harry’s eyes softened when he saw how Tom was reacting to his injuries being healed. He could imagine that those injuries would be a lot more painful to him with such a tiny and fragile body like this. He began to softly pet Tom making sure to not add enough pressure to break again the just mended bones. It would do no good for his little kitten. With a sigh Harry continued his way home.
~Malfoy Manor~
Lucius Malfoy was a proud man. Not bowing down to anyone that was below him in status and power. But that had changed when his father had him introduced to their Dark Lord when he was very young. The power that the man had raided off was frightening to him. He could remember how he had trembled before the man like a coward and sworn to himself that he would serve his master like his father did. Maybe even better than him and indeed he did. He was soon in the inner circle that not even his father had managed. His father had been proud of him but that had mattered little to him. What had mattered to him was that he wanted to please his master in every way possible.
But then he found out that his master was a filthy Half-blood, albeit a strong one. But still a mutt that was below them and should not talk with them. He had scowled at that. But what was the worse was that he had to find out about this from their enemy. Albus Dumbledore. Lucius hated that man and he did not try to hide this fact. In fact it was a well known fact in their world that he hated the old man. But then the old man had promised him something. Something that not even the Dark Lord had promised him. Why should he? Because he was the one that would most likely kill him should he find out what his real intentions were. But Dumbledore had promised him that as soon as the Potter boy had destroyed the Dark Lord that Lucius and him could have the world but with him, Lucius Malfoy, as the supreme ruler and not the Dark Lord.
Of course, he had agreed to work with the old man. Their plan was foul prove and no one would know that it was them that would slowly but surely take over their world and then the Muggle one.
But right now Lucius was sitting in his office and talking with the old man about their plan for the ‘Golden Boy’ in the war and what would happen to him after all this is over.
“We have to make sure that the boy dies in the war” Dumbledore told while he sucked on one of his lemon drops.
Lucius nodded and tried not to grimace at the sweet that the Headmaster was eating. How the man could eat those sweets he did not know but at least he was not being offered one. He rather glared at the sweet yet sour candy and hoped with all his might that Dumbledore would finally tell him what this meeting was about and why he had wanted to meet this soon. Surely, everything was going according to plan, right? Of course, it was. He had planned it after all and the old man had helped him with it. It was quite the master plan of them if he can say so.
“Why is that you are here, Albus?” he drawled out after a long silence. “Surely, you have more to say than that the boy has to die? Am I right?”
“Of course” Dumbledore said with a nod of his head. “The boy has left Hogwarts together with Black and Lupin. I have a feeling that they know what we had planned to do to the boy once the war is over and he should live”
Lucius just sat there and listened. That was not good for them. But how had Black and Lupin heard of their plan? He was sure that no one knew that they were working together. Not even his family knew about this. A frown marred his face. This was definitive not good.
“Albus, what do you think would be the best way to handle this?” he asked after a long silence with a smirk.
The old man blinked confused at his partner. The smirk did not brood well for him and it gave him the feeling as if the other had already an idea for what they had to do in this situation.
“No, I do not. But you must have one then, I take it?”
“Indeed, I do” was the reply and the smirk widened a bit slightly. “What do you say when the Minister hears about a kidnapping that has to do with the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’?”
A grins spread across the older man’s face, speaking of dreading and forbidden things and secrets. It was something that no old man should do or even think about doing. But Albus cared little about this right now. If what Lucius was thinking that he was then they could get rid of the boy sooner than later. His magic would be lost then. But it would not be something of great loss.
“And who shall be the one that goes missing?”
“That let be my concern, old man. I have already the perfect candidate”
~Florish and Blotts~
Hermione and the twins came running out of the shop when they saw Draco and Ginny flying on the wall. But what had them running was the fact that Harry had turned away from the shop and was running away from there, holding something in his arms. Whatever Malfoy and the Weasely had done to Harry it had something to do with that something in his arms. Hermione could already imagine what, or better said who, that something in his arms is.
“I hope that Harry is alright” she huffed while running after her friend.
She wasn’t paying attention to anyone. Not to the persons that had crowed around the place that Harry and Malfoy and the Weasely had stood. It was not of matter right now. What mattered to her right now, was if her friend was okay and his little kitten. She was sure by now that it was his kitten. He wasn’t going anywhere without Tom anymore though it had to be him.
“What do you think was that in his arms?” asked Fred his twin.
“Dunno. Maybe it’s something very important to him” George said while jumping over a dog that was in his way.
“It’s Harry’s kitten” was Hermione’s short reply.
“Oh! Harry has kitten?” they said together.
“Yes, he has! And now stop talking and more running!” she snapped at them.
“Yes, ma’am” with that they were running in the Leaky Cauldron and lost sight of Harry.
“Well, what now?” was Hermione’s question to the both of them.
The twins only shrugged and then took a hold of her. Before Hermione could say anything to them they disappeared with a loud crack. `I am going to kill them later on!´ was her only thought to this while their laughter rang in her ears.
KM: Finished! W00T!
Harry: twitch You made me have a wet dream about VOLDEMORT!! WHY!
KM: ‘Cause I can! And I needed some smut in the story! Be happy it wasn’t a full blown out lemon with a kitten!
Harry: faints
Lilly: Great! I think you broke him!
Tom: holds sign up You evil, sadistic, heartless bitch!
KM: Thank you! Finally someone sees my talent and please read and review!
(1)Rose Beer: It is an overly sweet beer yet it taste very sour. It has a high percent of alcohol in it and is made out of roses, like the name says, and other fauna that has high alcohol in it which are very rare and only to find in the wizarding world for obvious reason. It is not very known but to the Purebloods. That is because they think that Mudbloods and Half-bloods are not worthy enough to even know about this beer.
Harry: But what is with that Saiko?
KM: smirks Well... you guys will need her in this war. That is the only thing I will say!
Tom: holds sign up JUST BEGIN THE STORY!!
KM: Aww, you are no fun, Tommy-hun!
Tom: twitches
Disclaimer: glares You win this round! But just you wait!
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: We, well you guys, get to meet my OC Saiko a bit better and Sirius being sent on his mission. Then there will be many time skips in this chapter. And of course, a wet dream for our dear Harry. Tom and Harry meeting Draco and Ginny in the Christmas break. And a short look into Lucius and Dumbledore’s plans.
Chapter 5
Gestatten, Saiko
~*~Time skip three days To The Death Dragon~*~
‘To The Death Dragon’ was a very popular and well known restaurant under the Purebloods. The restaurant was located in Knockturn Alley and hidden away from the low life scum that was most going around there. No Pureblood wanted them in this Establishment. They were below them when it came to this. Besides the low lives would not even have enough money to buy them self a glass of water in there. Hell, maybe not even a tiny drop of water. The outside of the restaurant was painted in black that was darker than the night. A sign was hanging over the doors to it. The sign was in white with big, bold letters in blood red that read: To The Death Dragon. The sign was charmed though that only Purebloods that knew of the restaurant could see the sign to the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant was decorated at the walls with epic battles that happened in the history of the magical world. The floor was covered in a dark green carpet and the tables and chairs in the restaurant were made out of cherry but painted in a pitch black with velvet red cushions on them. Each table had another table cloth on them. One had a unicorn, another had a dragon or another one had yet again a little forest on the edges of the corners stitched. On the second floor of the restaurant were private rooms where meetings can be hold. On the third floor were the rooms for the staff and the office. The kitchen was something that every chief dreams off. It had everything needed in there.
In the basement were the finest wines that could be found. They even cost a good fortune too. A very big fridge was down there too full with meat of magical and none-magical creatures and the wash room was down there too. Hell, the restaurant even had a backyard with a winter garden. The fauna in there was something that is not seen often. Exotic plans from every country were found in there and even some wild life that was bound there by magic. It was done though they would not attack or disturb the guests sitting in there in any way. The restaurant was already buzzing with noise. The staffs were getting everything ready before they opened and the first guests entered. People were running around and here and there a spell was cast when it was not going fast enough to set a table like it was supposed to look like. The kitchen was already busy with heating up frying pans, ovens and pots.
The second floor was again cleaned even though it was already done yesterday. Everything needed to be, or more like had to be, perfect in the restaurant.
~*~Time skip 11:30 am To The Death Dragon, Private Room 4~*~
The private room number 4 was a huge room. It was the size of a ballroom and had many tables or just a very long one in it, depending on the meeting that was held in it. But today there was just a table for two people. The room was decorated in blue, red, orange and yellow shades. Making it look like a sunset in it. At the table in the middle of the room was sitting Sirius who seemed to be waiting for someone. He did not seem happy about being here at all. He was dressed up in his nicest robes and had a scowl in his face. He hated this place and how everyone there thought that they were something better than the other. His scowl deepened when he thought about the reason why he was here. He did not like it one bit that Saiko wanted to meet him here.
He knew why Saiko had agreed to help in this matter with Dumbledore. Of course, it was not only because of the reason she could get revenge on the old coot and at the same time some amusement about his down fall. She wanted a favour of the family too. Something he had loathed to happen. But so far she did not show any interest in Harry which he was glad about. But that she had wanted to meet him here was really something he hated to do. He was just about stand up and pace through the room when the door opened. His scowling face formed into a polite smiling one. How he hated to act like this with this person. He had to force himself to be something he hated to be.
Saiko was this time dressed in a blue dress. The v-cut on the front was lined with emeralds and she wore a black cloak with purple lining around her shoulders. The dress was a Victorian style one and looked expensive. `Why does that not surprise me at all?´ thought Sirius dryly while acting like a gentleman and greeting Saiko in the old ways. She always insisted on those when she met with someone. If they didn’t do like she wanted them to then whatever the person wanted from Saiko would never get her help.
“Good afternoon, Mistress Saiko” Sirius said while bowing slightly and then taking Saiko’s hand to leave a kiss on the back of her hand.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Black” she said curtly back to him and then curtseyed.
“I trust you had a good journey here?” he asked her while leading her to the table.
“Indeed I had” she told him while sitting down on the chair.
“Did anything remarkable happen on your journey?” he asked her while sitting down himself and watching her.
Saiko eyed him before she gave him an answer. Sirius felt like a five year old child again that was being scolded. He didn’t know why. But this woman always let him feel like a child when he was with her. Maybe it was because the woman used to babysit him when he was younger. He had never wondered how it was that Saiko could be as old as a dinosaurian and still look like a 25 year old. He grew up with her and now that he come to think of it. Why was he even thinking about that now? Shouldn’t he concentrate on what the woman wanted to from him? `I am a lost cause´ he thought while nodding when Saiko told him about her journey from China to England.
“Actually yes something did happen, pup” Sirius twitched at being called a pup but didn’t say anything.
“And what would that be?” he asked her while waiting for a waiter to come and bring them the menu.
“On my way here to my house, I heard quite the tail about the Dark Lord going missing.” Sirius choked on his saliva when he heard that.
“What!”
“Quiet, boy, we are not here in some stadium where you can scream like you want” she told him dryly with a scolding tone. “Nor are we in a kindergarten for that matter. Behave like the adult you are Sirius and not like a child”
“I apologize” he muttered while still trying to get over this news.
He hadn’t heard of that till now. Hell, he doubted that even the Order knew. But when he thought about it, maybe Dumbledore did but did not think it was of most value to tell anyone about this.
“Apology accepted. Now, I think you remember your lovely cousin Bellatrix?” at his nod she continued. “It was her that I heard it from. It seemed that her and her little ‘friends’ are in search of their Lord and quite panicked about this situation”
Sirius was just sitting there and taking everything in that Saiko was telling him though the Dark Lord’s inner circle was searching for him? That was interesting to know and hear about.
“But why are they doing this in the plain daylight? Isn’t that dangerous for them?” he asked her with a frown. “I mean they are all wanted and have a high bounty on their head. Surely they are not that stupid to do such a thing. The Dark Lord needs them with them and not in Azkaban”
“Quite” she told him dryly while giving her order to the waiter that had entered the room. “I take the number 56 and wine to that”
“Ah, yes an excellent choice Madam, with or without the paws?”
“Without, please. And you Sirius?”
“uhm... I take the Hippogriff steak. Bloody and with a Rose Beer (1)”
“Quite the taste you have there, sir” was all that the waiter said before leaving.
“Now Sirius, I think you can already guess why I am here, yes?”
“Yes, yes I can” he muttered more to himself while nodding.
“Good then this will be easier to explain to you” she told him while watching him like a hawk.
Sirius tensed when he saw the way Saiko was looking at him. She had something planned for him that was, is, most likely dangerous and deadly for him. He shuddered at the last mission she had sent him when he had asked for her help with something. It had him nearly killed because he had not seen one of the persons that he was supposed to ‘look after’.
“And what is that... ‘mission’ I have to do?” he asked her with a hesitation by the word mission.
Saiko was smiling at him which gave him the creeps. But before he could get an answer from her, the waiter came back with their food and drinks.
“Is there anything else that you need?” the waiter asked them.
“No, that is all” Saiko said with a dismissing voice.
“Of course, have good meals” with that the waiter turned and left them alone again in the room.
Saiko ignored her meal and instead fixed her gaze on Sirius with a hard and long stare. As if she was thinking about something. Sirius just tried to not fidget under her gaze like he had done so many years ago. She really made him feel like a child again and he did not like it.
“Sirius, I want you to shadow that cousin of yours that calls herself a loyal follower of Voldemort” she said the name of the Dark Lord as if it were totally normal.
Sirius did not flinch like Saiko thought he would. Of course, he wouldn’t. He was living with Harry after all and that boy was saying the name so often and making fun of it that you could just not fear the name anymore. But what did surprise her was the way Sirius reacted to about the cousin comment.
“Which cousin are we talking here about?” he asked with an unreadable voice.
“Mhmm, the insane one, the one that thinks she could land with the Dark Lord only to be rejected for trying even though she is married”
Sirius nodded. He had only one cousin like this and it wasn’t that hard to guess who it was then. But why would he need to go after Bellatrix? What could she possibly have that caught Saiko’s attention like that? It had to be something that she need or that could get her enough power in the politics. Sirius wasn’t sure about that. He was staring at his barely touched steak while he chewed slowly on a piece of it. He had to admit it that it was very good. But that is the reason why the restaurant is so well known.
“I want you to go and find everything out that she knows of the disappearing of Voldemort. It could help us in the long run with Albus later on, pup”
Sirius tried his hardest not to flinch when he heard the distaste in Saiko’s voice when she spoke Dumbeldore’s name. As if it was some kind of disease to her. The hatred in her voice made him shudder and he wondered what exactly Dumbledore had done to her to make her this angry with him.
“And how exactly will that help us?” he just had to ask this.
“Who do think told the Ministry that Harry was lying about the fact that Voldemort is back?” she asked him icily.
“Oh”
“Oh indeed boy”
“Ehm... now where exactly is Bellatrix? I want to get this over with as soon as possible” he grumbled to himself.
Why was that she always had to talk to him like he was some child that was learning to walk and talk?
“Actually it is rather easy to understand, pup” she told him while taking a bite from her food. “You know of the fact how she tried to seduce him and fail. Miserable at that might I add. But he still trust her enough to tell her things that not even his inner circle knows off”
“So I have to get that, whatever it is, information from her?” he asked her while taking a sip of his beer. “Sounds easy enough”
Saiko just smirked at him while taking another bite from her food. She hummed in thought and furrowed her brow. If Sirius really does agree with that mission then she would get the dirt she needed to help the pup. She smirked at that thought and enough dirt to destroy Dumbledore for once and for all.
“That is what you think, pup. But” she looked him dead in the eyes. “Something is never easy when it comes to the Dark Lord, you should know that”
Sirius actually gulped at the tone she was using on him. Somehow he got the feeling he should say no to this mission. But he needed her help.
“Okay. What exactly do you want me to do and how exactly do I find it from her?”
She smiled at him and somehow he got the feeling that this was his doom...
~*~Time skip Halloween Eve Grimmauld Place~*~
Harry was sitting in the library of the Black family and reading a book about vampires. Remus had wanted him to read about them because he would be quizzed about them in their next lesson. He sighed loudly and turned a page. The book was sooo boring to him. He would rather be outside and play with his kitten. But Tom was asleep in his room and acting like the king of his bed. He scowled when he saw that he still had some pages to go till the book was finished. He got the feeling as if he had been sitting there for an eternity and then some. He knew that tomorrow would be that last day that Sirius would be home then he would have to go and start that mission for this Saiko-person. Whoever that was, they must be very powerful to have this much power and influence to destroy Dumbledore’s reputation.
He smiled at that thought but it vanished soon when he saw the book again and the last pages mocking him. Really it was only two pages but somehow he just couldn’t read anymore. He growled at the book, not that it was of any use, and continued to read. He would somehow finish the book though he could leave the library. Remus was mean enough to spell the room though that he could only leave when he needed to use the bathroom, eat and drink and finished the book. `What an ass... but I will get him back for this´ he thought with a smirk and then concentrated on the book again. It would only be a few minutes and then he would be free. He knew that and then he could annoy his kitten for lazing around when he could not.
“Damn you Remus and your books! And that blasted spell!” Harry exclaimed after he had finally managed to read the whole damn book.
~Living-room~
While Harry was leaving the library, Remus was downstairs in the living-room and got the feeling that he should run for his life. But he had no idea why exactly he should do that.
“Why am I getting the feeling Harry is out for my blood, Padfoot?” he asked with a shiver.
“Nah, you must imagine that, Moony. Harry would never do something to you!” Sirius said with a smile to him.
Somehow Remus didn’t believe him.
~Harry’s room~
Voldemort was lying on his Potter’s bed and his tail was twitching lazily around. When he had come to call Potter his, he didn’t really know nor did he want to fight or argue with himself about it. He just accepted it now. Besides he got the feeling this conscience, even though he was damn sure that he had gotten rid of it, would nag at him for trying to tell lies about this. Trying to tell himself that it was not true and that he was just trying to make sure that Potter was his to kill. That it was nothing other than that why he called Potter his. It was fruitless. Besides it was not like he liked the brat, right? His ears twitched when he heard the door being opened and opened one eye to see who it was. When he saw that is was just Ha- Potter, he reminded himself, he closed it again and tried to sleep. But before he knew it he was being lifted up the scruff of his neck.
He went completely limb at the grip and blinked a few times. Coming face to face with a smiling Potter who lowered him then on said person chest. Harry laid himself down in his bed with Tom on his chest. Feeling exhausted now. Maybe a nap would be a good idea.
“Who would have known that reading a book could be that exhausting when you are force to do so?” he mumbled to himself.
Voldemort cocked his head to the side in confusion when he heard what Potter mumbled but then shrugged it off as the boy being odd like he usually was. He tried to settle down on the chest. But it was hard to do so when the pillow you are lying on was moving up and down. He hissed at that but he knew that his hissing would not stop the movement from Potter’s chest. But he could at least try and let some frustrations out through this. He gave a kitty sigh and lay down again. Slowly but surely getting lulled to sleep by Potter’s even breathing and the heaving of the chest.
~^*~Dream~^*~
Harry was writhing on the bed. Sheets wet with his sweat and his long hair plastered to his body. His skin was flushed and sticky from his sweat. His legs were spread as wide as they could go and his erection was standing proudly between his legs. He moaned loudly when he felt something wet lick along the underside of his cock, making it twitch. He heard a low chuckle coming from down there. But before he could see who it was that had chuckled he threw his head back, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure when he felt a heat surround him. His back was arched in an impossible angel and his finger fisted in the silk sheets under him. Nearly ripping them apart with the force he grabbed them. He keened in pleasure when he felt the heat around him begin to move up and down on him, stopping from time to time though the tongue could tease his slit and teeth gracing his cock.
Harry’s leg spread wider when he felt a hand making its way to his bottom and a wet and cold finger began to tease his hole. It twitched when the wet and cold digit circled around it, teasing it with the slow movements around it and just slightly probing but never pushing in. He tried to open his eyes to see who it was that was giving him so much pleasure but teasing him at the same time. But every time he opened his eyes to see who it was they closed again in pleasure when this mystery person found a spot that made him moan or keen pleasure.
“Ahh!”
Harry threw his head back and could feel his body tremble from all the pleasure it was receiving. It was mind blowing to him and he couldn’t think straight anymore. The only thing he cared about now was the pleasure and who it was that was giving him said pleasure. He mewled in disappointment when the heat that was surrounding him suddenly left him. He opened his eyes and whimpered at the lost contact.
“My, aren’t we a bit needy?” he heard someone whispering above him.
His mind didn’t register what was being said immediately but when it did, he could just blinked and wonder why this person stopped. The voice sounded male and he was sure that it was a male above him when he felt an equally erected cock pressing against his own. He moaned at the contact and nearly closed his eyes again. But he wanted to see the person that was above. See who it was that was giving him this pleasure. He knew that he had heard the voice somewhere before but with his pleasure clouded mind he did not know where. Even the way the male looked like couldn’t help him. It was frustrating to him. But he forgot all about his thoughts about the male when the male was grinding down on him, making him moan and arch his back.
“Ahh!” Harry was panting by now and his head lolled to the side.
Harry’s eyes were trained on the male above him, staring at him and trying to figure out why he was looking familiar to him. But the person above just grinded down again on him and he closed his eyes in pure bliss at the action. He keened loudly when he felt a hand began to play with one of his nipples. Rolling it between two fingers, twisting it and pulling at it, making him mewl, keen and moan at the pleasure given. His eyes shot open when he felt a wet and cold finger enter him. He had totally forgotten about it while the male above him played him, like a well known instrument to him.
“Ngnhhh!!”
“Relax, little one” was whispered above him.
The voice was deep and had a husky edge to it. It drove Harry crazy and made him moan when he heard it again. The effect of the voice was not noticing the first time, too busy basking in the pleasure given to him to notice it. Harry tried to relax, he really did. But it was kind of painful and uncomfortable to have a finger inside you. His muscles were tense and it was hurting like this. His dominate partner above him must have notice it because the next moment he was kissing Harry. Harry’s eyes opened when he felt lips on his. `When did... I close... them... anyway?´ was his somewhat clear thought. But it was soon forgotten when they slid shut again and teeth nibbled at his bottom lip, making him moan and open his mouth.
A wet and warm tongue was in his mouth before he knew it. Touching, licking and sucking at everything that it found in his mouth. While Harry was busy with the tongue in his mouth he did not notice how a second finger entered him and began to slowly stretch him. Harry was too much occupied with the tongue and battling it that it came as a surprise when suddenly pleasure shot up his spine. Tearing his mouth away from the tongue and the mouth he screamed his pleasure with his head thrown back. His back arching into the chest above him, making them touch and adding extra pleasure to Harry. His skin was sensitive to every touch that it made him nearly come then and there.
“AAAHHHH!! Ngnhhh! ... What... was that?” he whimpered out when that, whatever it was, was touched inside him again. “Oh...”
He heard a chuckled and pouted. Was this male mocking him? If so, he did not like it. But before he could complain about it he was kissed again. When they broke the kiss this time, Harry was left panting for air, his eyes glazed over and half lidded. His green eyes a darker shade than ever and his pupil dilated in pleasure.
“That, my precious, is your prostrate” and to prove his point the person touched again this spot with his fingers.
Harry bucked his butt down on the fingers, trying to make them go deeper while moaning loudly. Not minding the way the male had called him. The male just chuckled and added a third finger while his second hand was moved to a thigh and began to stroke it, coercing Harry to relax. His erection was brushing against Harry’s when said person bucked down on his fingers again when he touched that one spot inside him. Harry whined when the fingers suddenly left him it made his partner chuckled at him and hush him with a kiss while thrusting into him in one go. Harry screamed when this happened. Not being used to be penetrating by something that was so big. He didn’t really know why, even though it did hurt a lot. It made him feel whole and fully. He decided that he liked it. Tears were pouring down his face because of the pain but his partner was licking them away.
After a while, the pain had ebbed away. Harry was becoming restless and moved his hips in experiment and gasped when he felt something inside of him move. He blushed when his brain slowly registered what that something was. He heard a groan from his partner above him and did it again. His partner was hissing this time and then pulled out of him only to slam back into him again, hitting his prostrate dead on and making the teen keen his pleasure out.
“Ahh!! Ha, ha, ha... who... ngnhnn are... you?” he asked with much difficult while being repetitive slammed in.
Harry hated how he sounded so breathless when he asked this question and cursed himself for sounding like that. But when his prostrate was hit again, he did not care anymore. He just wanted to know who it was.
“Ah, but my dear Harry” the male said to him while licking the shell of his ear, making him mewl. “You do know me. In fact... I would say you are the only that will ever be like this with me when you think about our history”
“Our... ahh! History?” he asked while his brain was saying adieu to him.
Harry could not think clearly anymore. The pleasure was just too much for him. The assaulting of his prostrate was not helping at this. He keened loudly when there was a hard and fierce thrust into him and arched his back.
“Yes, our history, my precious”
Harry could feel something tighten in him, telling him that his orgasm was building and that he would come soon. He felt a hand touch his cock and slowly pump him, bringing him closer to his orgasm. He moaned at the feeling of being thrust into his ass, his prostrate being hit dead on by that cock inside him and at the same time being pumped like this. Even though, the space was slow. He enjoyed it thoroughly.
“Ahhh... uhm... I-I a-am go- AH! Gonna cum!”
“Then cum for me and scream my name, my Harry” was the huskily reply.
“TO-OM~!” Harry screamed the name of his partner without a second thought and drawled the ‘m’ out while doing so.
‘Tom’ groaned into Harry’s ear when he felt the canal around him tightened and spasm, squeezing his hard cock and making him come hard into his little one. Harry moaned when he felt the hot seed spill into him. He was breathing hard and his body was slowly cooling down from its heated state it had been before. He whimpered when he felt Tom pulling out of him and blinked when he found suddenly himself in two strong arms.
“My Harry” was whispered while Tom nuzzled his neck.
Harry this time took his chance to get a look at his partner while he could actually use his brain. He gasped at what he saw. Blood red eyes were staring warmly at him while he was pulled flush against a muscled body that he had seen so many times. Aristocratic cheekbones and nose was the next thing and then came the rich, black hair that was falling down to the shoulders. `Oh my god! Voldemort!´ he thought with a gasp.
~^*~End Dream~^*~
Harry woke with a start not noticing that his kitten was lying next to his pillow and watching him with wide eyes. Harry felt how his clothes were sticking to his skin due to the sweating and he grimaced when he felt something very sticky between his legs, making his boxers cling to him and wet. `Oh my god, someone please tell me I did not just have a wet dream about Voldemort!´ he screamed in his mind while slowly making his way over to his bathroom on shaky legs. In the bathroom Harry peeled his clothes off with a grimace and then stepped into the shower. He let the water wash over him and let his thoughts drift back to his dream again. His brow furrowed in thought about said dream.
Harry knew that he had liked males since he was very young. Girls never held his interest like they did with the other boys. He asked himself that many times when he was younger. Not understanding why he thought it was disgusting to even touch a girl, let alone kiss her. He was only happy that he did not tell his family about it or let them find out. He knew for sure that back then they would have done something to him should they have found out about this. He shuddered at that thought. But back to the topic at hand and why he was in the shower in the first place. Why was it Voldemort that he dreamed about? He had to admit that he was very good looking and the dream of every girl and boy out there. But really, did he have to dream about him now? They were enemies! Something like this would never work out or could even start.
He sighed and let his head collide with the shower wall. A dull thump echoed through the bathroom. But Harry did not move. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. What should he do now? He knew that he could never ever in his entire life look at Voldemort the same again without blushing like a school girl. Hell, he doubted he could even speak to Voldemort without a stutter even when he would not look at him. He sighed and grabbed the shampoo leathering his hair and slowly massaging into his scalp by doing so. He rinsed his hair when he was sure it was clean enough and then grabbed the soap to clean his body. While washing his body he couldn’t help but think about the dream again. How the hands of Voldemort had roamed his body and found spots on him that gave him such pleasure. How they had touched and rubbed him that it made him nearly loose his mind.
He bit his lip when he felt his own hands began to move as if on their own accord. Beginning to rub and touch where Voldemort had touched him. His cock was slowly rising under those touches and gasped when his own hand began to grope his butt and squeeze. Now he was sure that it was not him that was doing but before he could even think more about his other hand grabbed his cock and began to slowly pump making him throw his head back and moan loudly at that. If Harry had been paying attention and his mind not being so occupied with the pleasure he was feeling then he would have seen Tom sitting in the doorway and watching him in the shower. Harry moaned loudly when he was coming again this time, his body trembling and his eyes closed in pure bliss. He was seeing nothing but Tom flashing in his mind as he pounded into him while he was coming in the shower.
Harry’s legs nearly gave out and were trembling so hard that had to lean on the wall of his shower. He was panting so hard and flushed a nice shade of red. The water was still pouring down on him and washing his semen off of him. Harry took a shuddering breath and again started cleaning. Meanwhile Voldemort had been watching his enemy since he woke up. When Potter went to take a shower, he had smirked a kitty smirk. He had seen the dream his enemy had and was totally bewildered at that. But damn, he had to admit it was a hot sight to see Potter like this and dominate and own him like this. Though he had decided to follow his Potter to the shower and watch what he was doing. He saw how Potter was thinking and decided to have some fun with him and to make sure that he did not forget about the dream.
Thus he had decided to use the arms of his enemy and make touch and rub him like he did in the dream. He was not disappointed with the reaction he got. His own eyes glazed over at the picture of Potter coming in the shower while the water was still pouring down on him. Such an erotic picture it was to him. `This is certainly something very interesting´ he thought and made his way back to the bed.
~*~Time skip Christmas break Diagon Ally~*~
It had been nearly two month since Sirius started his mission and only two weeks since his last letter to Harry. In this two month nothing much happened but the fact that Harry had more of those... ‘dreams’ about Voldemort and every time he would wake up either satisfied in a way or with an aching problem. It didn’t help that Voldemort had somehow gotten wind of those dreams of his. Not that it was a very hard problem when you think about it. Harry knew he sucked at Occlumency but really, did Voldemort really have to find out about those dreams? He could still remember when he had again such a dream and not his dream Voldemort but the real one had taken over. Not that he knew that it was the real one from the beginning.
But he knew that it was the real one when he heard Potter instead of Harry being said. Needles to say it was very awkward for him. But that was not the weirdest of it all. No, it was the fact that Voldemort came every time to him in dreams from now and made sure that Harry and his body were given enough attention and pleasure that he saw fit. It made Harry wonder what Voldemort was up to now. He knew that he hated him and would never ever think about touching Harry in such a way. But sometimes Harry forgot these facts when Voldemort was touching him. It just made him feel safe and secure. It made him feel as if Voldemort had feelings for him. But that was impossible. It made Harry mope around the Black house for quite a while.
Voldemort on the other hand found it quite amusing to play with Harry like this. The way Harry had reacted to him when he had first made his real self known to him was quite funny to him. Well, to him it was at least when you forget about the fact that he was borrowed deep within Harry at that time and pounding into him while his real self made an appearance to say ‘hello’. The way Harry’s eyes had widened when he found it was the real one that was there. He had just smirked at Harry and stilled all his movement. Harry had whimpered loudly at him for stopping even when he had found out it was the real Voldemort. He, on the other hand, had just chuckled and played a bit with Harr- Potter. But now those dreams were something other to him.
Sometimes they were just lying together and enjoying each other’s company, other times it was just cuddling, not that he would ever admit and other times they were talking. It was not just sex in those dreams. He didn’t know why it was like this now. But it was disturbing to him. He was ripped from his thoughts away when he found himself on the ground with Potter together. What the hell was going on? It was then that he saw it. Draco Malfoy and that Ginny Weasely were blocking their path to Flourish and Blotts. Harry was supposed to meet that Granger girl and two other Weaselys there. Not that he cared about them. But he was angry at the Malfoy for trying to harm what was his. That would not go unpunished. With a loud mew and hiss, he jumped at the blond and began to bite and scratch him. Draco screamed when he found his face being attacked and grabbed whatever it was that was in his face and threw it on the ground. With a loud yowl Voldemort met the ground with a sicken crack. Because he was in such a tiny and fragile body, Voldemort could feel that something was broken and mewed in distress.
“Aww look at this, Potty, your little cat is dead” Draco said in a taunting voice.
“Poor, poor Potter” Ginny said next from him with a giggle.
That was something they should have not done because something inside Harry snapped when he heard that. Harry’s eyes widened when he saw what Draco had done to his Tom and he saw red. No one and he meant no one was ever going to hurt his kitten without paying the price for it.
“How dare you” he said in a low voice to them. “How dare you hurt my little kitten!”
Before Ginny or Draco had even time to react they found themselves wandless and pinned to the wall. Harry had his wand out and was pointing it at them. He made his way over to his Tom and kneeled next to him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his kitten was still breathing. He scoped Tom up in his arms and made his way back to Grimmauld. Tom needed his help and Hermione and the other could wait for a short time. Besides they knew where he lived. They had wanted to go back to Grimmauld anyways after they had met up. Harry was cooing softly at Tom all the way back home and tried to easy any pain he had, using healing spells that would help mend everything that was broken and some to subdue the pain.
Voldemort on the other hand was mush in the arms of his enemy. Bathing in the attention he was being paid because of his injuries and the way Ha- Potter handled him with utmost care. As if he was the most important thing in Potter’s life. The boy had after all told him things that none other knew about him. But not once had he spoken of his past and the way he had lived with his relatives. Hmm, maybe in his next ‘visit’ they should speak about that. He hissed when he felt his broken bones mend itself together again. It was painful for him. He hissed in pain and tried to break free. But the gently hands on him only tightened in warning.
“Hush, Tom. Everything is going to be okay” he heard Potter’s voice. “It’s soon over”
`We see if you say that again when it is you who is under this pain! Damn this small body!´ Voldemort thought bitterly while hissing at the pain.
“Hush, Tom, I promise just one spell and it is all over” Harry cooed at his kitten.
Said kitten mewed one last time pitiful at him. Harry’s eyes softened when he saw how Tom was reacting to his injuries being healed. He could imagine that those injuries would be a lot more painful to him with such a tiny and fragile body like this. He began to softly pet Tom making sure to not add enough pressure to break again the just mended bones. It would do no good for his little kitten. With a sigh Harry continued his way home.
~Malfoy Manor~
Lucius Malfoy was a proud man. Not bowing down to anyone that was below him in status and power. But that had changed when his father had him introduced to their Dark Lord when he was very young. The power that the man had raided off was frightening to him. He could remember how he had trembled before the man like a coward and sworn to himself that he would serve his master like his father did. Maybe even better than him and indeed he did. He was soon in the inner circle that not even his father had managed. His father had been proud of him but that had mattered little to him. What had mattered to him was that he wanted to please his master in every way possible.
But then he found out that his master was a filthy Half-blood, albeit a strong one. But still a mutt that was below them and should not talk with them. He had scowled at that. But what was the worse was that he had to find out about this from their enemy. Albus Dumbledore. Lucius hated that man and he did not try to hide this fact. In fact it was a well known fact in their world that he hated the old man. But then the old man had promised him something. Something that not even the Dark Lord had promised him. Why should he? Because he was the one that would most likely kill him should he find out what his real intentions were. But Dumbledore had promised him that as soon as the Potter boy had destroyed the Dark Lord that Lucius and him could have the world but with him, Lucius Malfoy, as the supreme ruler and not the Dark Lord.
Of course, he had agreed to work with the old man. Their plan was foul prove and no one would know that it was them that would slowly but surely take over their world and then the Muggle one.
But right now Lucius was sitting in his office and talking with the old man about their plan for the ‘Golden Boy’ in the war and what would happen to him after all this is over.
“We have to make sure that the boy dies in the war” Dumbledore told while he sucked on one of his lemon drops.
Lucius nodded and tried not to grimace at the sweet that the Headmaster was eating. How the man could eat those sweets he did not know but at least he was not being offered one. He rather glared at the sweet yet sour candy and hoped with all his might that Dumbledore would finally tell him what this meeting was about and why he had wanted to meet this soon. Surely, everything was going according to plan, right? Of course, it was. He had planned it after all and the old man had helped him with it. It was quite the master plan of them if he can say so.
“Why is that you are here, Albus?” he drawled out after a long silence. “Surely, you have more to say than that the boy has to die? Am I right?”
“Of course” Dumbledore said with a nod of his head. “The boy has left Hogwarts together with Black and Lupin. I have a feeling that they know what we had planned to do to the boy once the war is over and he should live”
Lucius just sat there and listened. That was not good for them. But how had Black and Lupin heard of their plan? He was sure that no one knew that they were working together. Not even his family knew about this. A frown marred his face. This was definitive not good.
“Albus, what do you think would be the best way to handle this?” he asked after a long silence with a smirk.
The old man blinked confused at his partner. The smirk did not brood well for him and it gave him the feeling as if the other had already an idea for what they had to do in this situation.
“No, I do not. But you must have one then, I take it?”
“Indeed, I do” was the reply and the smirk widened a bit slightly. “What do you say when the Minister hears about a kidnapping that has to do with the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’?”
A grins spread across the older man’s face, speaking of dreading and forbidden things and secrets. It was something that no old man should do or even think about doing. But Albus cared little about this right now. If what Lucius was thinking that he was then they could get rid of the boy sooner than later. His magic would be lost then. But it would not be something of great loss.
“And who shall be the one that goes missing?”
“That let be my concern, old man. I have already the perfect candidate”
~Florish and Blotts~
Hermione and the twins came running out of the shop when they saw Draco and Ginny flying on the wall. But what had them running was the fact that Harry had turned away from the shop and was running away from there, holding something in his arms. Whatever Malfoy and the Weasely had done to Harry it had something to do with that something in his arms. Hermione could already imagine what, or better said who, that something in his arms is.
“I hope that Harry is alright” she huffed while running after her friend.
She wasn’t paying attention to anyone. Not to the persons that had crowed around the place that Harry and Malfoy and the Weasely had stood. It was not of matter right now. What mattered to her right now, was if her friend was okay and his little kitten. She was sure by now that it was his kitten. He wasn’t going anywhere without Tom anymore though it had to be him.
“What do you think was that in his arms?” asked Fred his twin.
“Dunno. Maybe it’s something very important to him” George said while jumping over a dog that was in his way.
“It’s Harry’s kitten” was Hermione’s short reply.
“Oh! Harry has kitten?” they said together.
“Yes, he has! And now stop talking and more running!” she snapped at them.
“Yes, ma’am” with that they were running in the Leaky Cauldron and lost sight of Harry.
“Well, what now?” was Hermione’s question to the both of them.
The twins only shrugged and then took a hold of her. Before Hermione could say anything to them they disappeared with a loud crack. `I am going to kill them later on!´ was her only thought to this while their laughter rang in her ears.
KM: Finished! W00T!
Harry: twitch You made me have a wet dream about VOLDEMORT!! WHY!
KM: ‘Cause I can! And I needed some smut in the story! Be happy it wasn’t a full blown out lemon with a kitten!
Harry: faints
Lilly: Great! I think you broke him!
Tom: holds sign up You evil, sadistic, heartless bitch!
KM: Thank you! Finally someone sees my talent and please read and review!
(1)Rose Beer: It is an overly sweet beer yet it taste very sour. It has a high percent of alcohol in it and is made out of roses, like the name says, and other fauna that has high alcohol in it which are very rare and only to find in the wizarding world for obvious reason. It is not very known but to the Purebloods. That is because they think that Mudbloods and Half-bloods are not worthy enough to even know about this beer.