In Company of Wolves
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,080
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pycopaths and Psycobabble
“How the fuck did you get into my Manor?” Voldemort hissed, groping wildly about for his wand… which he seemed to have lost somehow. Abandoning his brief struggle he turned his baleful red glare on his unwonted guest, completely missing the changes that Harry had gone through as he tried to flay him alive with his glare alone. Where were his fucking deatheaters when he needed them? “is this some grand scheme Dumbledork came up with to finally get rid of me?”
Harry stood there, frozen, his mouth gaping open like a codfish as what Voldemort said began to sink in. Hold the phone… “Dumbledork?”
“What?” A petulant look crossed the most feared wizard in the Wizarding World’s face, making him look like nothing more than a cute, harmless little boy. It helped that He looked more like his sixteen year old self instead of the evil snake thing that had been stalking him for the past five years.
“You… what? Your manor? ..DORK?”
“I thought was quite clever. Dore – dork… you DO know what a dork is?” the red eyed man smirked, verbally gaining the upper hand. Clearly, this visit wasn’t a planned one.
Harry was still in chock. Voldemort… not trying to kill him… and making witty puns? The world was coming to an end. It had to be. Nothing else could explain the weirdness of this situation and everything previously. It was just taking a while, but he was sure that it would be over soon. Perhaps, it would be painless? A soft coo from Hedwig reminded him of his small passengers. She rested softly on his tensed shoulder, while Armand slithered up his left leg. Looking around again in bewilderment, Harry straightened, forsaking his slouch in favor of stretching his sore muscles. The tension didn’t completely leave him, a wary glint remaining in his eyes.
“So… I take it that you aren’t going to kill me?” Harry asked.
“Well…” Voldemort sighed, “I hadn’t planned on it.”
“IF you don’t mind me asking, what brought about this change of heart?” Innocent green eyes blinked up into crimson ones. Raking a hand through his black, silky hair, Riddle sighed, chewing slightly on his lower lip.
“You aren’t trying to kill me for once.”
“What?” Harry yelped, stunned. “But… but… YOU are the one trying to kill ME!”
“Eh?” A confused look entered the man standing opposite of the draconic looking boy. “What are you going on about… when have I ever tried to kill you?”
“What about first year?”
“Well, what about it?”
“You were a psychotic parasitic leech on the back of Quirrel’s head, that’s what!”
“Um…” Red eyes blinked slowly. “When exactly was this?”
So dumbfounded that he almost pulled a page out of a Japanese cartoon and fell over twitching, Harry was at a complete loss for words. What the hell was going on here? His body chose that moment to run out of energy, and he collapsed onto the dungeon floor, exhaustion taking over his better judgment. Or at least he would have fallen to the floor if Voldemort hadn’t reacted instinctively and caught him before he impacted. Hedwig, displaced from her comfy perch by the sudden movements, made her displeasure known, hooting loudly in Voldemort’s ear. Glaring at the winged monstrosity, Voldemort shifted Harry’s weight so that he was situated directly on his chest as he wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I guess we should abjure to the sitting room then… and maybe get some answers for this mess…” Riddle grasped under Harry’s knees and lifted his light form with ease. He started to walk back along the tunnel that he had come from. Hedwig, still annoyed, followed the wizards, her calls echoing off the damp walls. The trunk that had been apparated with Harry remained unseen in the shadowed tunnel, to be remembered at a later date.
Harry stood there, frozen, his mouth gaping open like a codfish as what Voldemort said began to sink in. Hold the phone… “Dumbledork?”
“What?” A petulant look crossed the most feared wizard in the Wizarding World’s face, making him look like nothing more than a cute, harmless little boy. It helped that He looked more like his sixteen year old self instead of the evil snake thing that had been stalking him for the past five years.
“You… what? Your manor? ..DORK?”
“I thought was quite clever. Dore – dork… you DO know what a dork is?” the red eyed man smirked, verbally gaining the upper hand. Clearly, this visit wasn’t a planned one.
Harry was still in chock. Voldemort… not trying to kill him… and making witty puns? The world was coming to an end. It had to be. Nothing else could explain the weirdness of this situation and everything previously. It was just taking a while, but he was sure that it would be over soon. Perhaps, it would be painless? A soft coo from Hedwig reminded him of his small passengers. She rested softly on his tensed shoulder, while Armand slithered up his left leg. Looking around again in bewilderment, Harry straightened, forsaking his slouch in favor of stretching his sore muscles. The tension didn’t completely leave him, a wary glint remaining in his eyes.
“So… I take it that you aren’t going to kill me?” Harry asked.
“Well…” Voldemort sighed, “I hadn’t planned on it.”
“IF you don’t mind me asking, what brought about this change of heart?” Innocent green eyes blinked up into crimson ones. Raking a hand through his black, silky hair, Riddle sighed, chewing slightly on his lower lip.
“You aren’t trying to kill me for once.”
“What?” Harry yelped, stunned. “But… but… YOU are the one trying to kill ME!”
“Eh?” A confused look entered the man standing opposite of the draconic looking boy. “What are you going on about… when have I ever tried to kill you?”
“What about first year?”
“Well, what about it?”
“You were a psychotic parasitic leech on the back of Quirrel’s head, that’s what!”
“Um…” Red eyes blinked slowly. “When exactly was this?”
So dumbfounded that he almost pulled a page out of a Japanese cartoon and fell over twitching, Harry was at a complete loss for words. What the hell was going on here? His body chose that moment to run out of energy, and he collapsed onto the dungeon floor, exhaustion taking over his better judgment. Or at least he would have fallen to the floor if Voldemort hadn’t reacted instinctively and caught him before he impacted. Hedwig, displaced from her comfy perch by the sudden movements, made her displeasure known, hooting loudly in Voldemort’s ear. Glaring at the winged monstrosity, Voldemort shifted Harry’s weight so that he was situated directly on his chest as he wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I guess we should abjure to the sitting room then… and maybe get some answers for this mess…” Riddle grasped under Harry’s knees and lifted his light form with ease. He started to walk back along the tunnel that he had come from. Hedwig, still annoyed, followed the wizards, her calls echoing off the damp walls. The trunk that had been apparated with Harry remained unseen in the shadowed tunnel, to be remembered at a later date.