Indelible

MMM... i have reached the point in this fiction that was once the foreseeable future - now i must look beyond that, and find more plot, or i will never update again... gets out my inner eye

Oh My Fucking God! It’s been over 4 months since I updated this fic… I don’t believe it! It can’t have been that long…?

I don’t know what to say except – Fuck Me! Sorry!


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Chapter 6
Welcoming Gifts
Voldemort and his Death Eaters arrived in Riddle Manor safely. The Death Eaters hugged their comrades, helping them celebrate their recently acquired freedom. Lucius Malfoy smiled as he removed his mask, and hugged his sister-in-law against him. Bellatrix gave him the dirtiest look known to mankind before throwing herself at the feet of Lord Voldemort.

“I knew you’d come, my Lord. I always knew it!” She wailed, clinging to the hem of his robes.

“Yup,” Rabastian agreed, muttering to his brother, “and we’ve had to listen to it for the last thirteen years.” Rudolphus snorted. Bellatrix actually hissed in their direction and continued to pet her Lord’s leg. Voldemort’s eyes were wide, as he looked over his assembled followers. He couldn’t help but think this might be bad for his image, but fortunately for the Death Eaters, all of them were looking at him in fear.

“Wait,” he said, slowly, drawing the word out as if he couldn’t believe what was about to come out of his mouth. “Where’s Potter?” The Death Eaters began to look around. Some actually span in circles as if he were hiding behind their backs. When none of them could see him, they turned to face their Lord, faces pale. The Dark Lord’s eyes narrowed. His followers had misplaced his Horcrux. “I’m surrounded by morons,” he muttered in Parseltongue. His followers, thinking they were about to be cursed, threw themselves to the ground and began to beg for mercy.

“Go find him.” He ordered, and they jumped to their feet. “Bring Black as well.”

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Millennia ago, a warrior had once prayed to the Dark God Anubis, begging for his life. After begin cast out into the desert he prayed for the strength to defeat his enemies and to live. And so, in return for his soul, Anubis turned the desert into an oasis. Trees grew from the sand, and rivers flowed to life, surrounding the Scorpion King with all that he needed to survive the harsh Egyptian heat. Animals appeared, and with them, strange human like creatures.

The creatures in question were rather busy chasing Harry Potter through the same oasis. “What the fuck are they?” Sirius Black screamed as a poisoned dart flew towards his arse. With a squeal he dived to the floor, panting as he jumped up again.

“I don’t know,” Harry shouted back, ducking behind a tree as three of the Pygmies began spitting darts at him, “just bloody run away!”

Ahm Shere was a magical place, and so the creatures that dwelt within the mysterious oasis were magical as well. And that included the Pygmies. They were barely the size of ten years olds, but they sure could run fast.

With a wail, Sirius transformed into Snuffles and hid in the hollowed out base of a tree. As a group of Pygmies ran past, still chasing Harry, Sirius jumped out and tried to bite off their legs. They snarled and cursed in their strange language. Their small hands beat the large Grim across the head, until Snuffles swung his head sideways, knocking two of them to the ground and sending a third flying. He changed back into a human mid-run and continued to run for his life. There were still fifty or so more Pygmies to go.

“Avada Kedavra!” Sirius looked forward, eyes wide as Harry’s mouth screamed the words and Harry’s wand released the sickly green miasma before the light shot forward and struck one Pygmie in the chest. Red eyes met Sirius’ grey ones as the elder man caught up. “This is getting old.” Tom said, having taken control of Harry’s body. “Avada Kedavra!” He said again, his wand aimed at a creature sneaking up on Sirius from behind.

“Uh, thanks. Shall we run again?” Sirius asked, ducking behind a rather large stone as Tom continued to cast the Killing Curse over and over. Those words coming from the mouth of his godson turned Sirius’ stomach but there wasn’t much he could do about it. They had to save themselves. And it wasn’t like it was really Harry casting that spell. It wasn’t really Harry killing something.

It was Tom Riddle. And that thought helped Sirius gather the strength to stand up and raise his wand. With one more look at Harry’s mouth forming those horrid words, Sirius took aim and screamed “Avada Kedavra”, his eyes closed so he wouldn’t have to see the jet of poisonous light erupt from the wand Tom had transfigured for him.

As it wasn’t a real wand the spell didn’t kill the Pygmie, but it was enough to knock it unconscious. “I need a real wand,” he said with a wistful sigh.

“Now is not the time,” Tom hissed through gritted teeth as Sirius began to stoke the stick in his hand.

Tom closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again he was standing side by side with Harry. With a soft smile in Harry’s direction, he cast the spell again. A Pygmie fell down dead. Harry flinched slightly.

“Run, take Sirius and hide. I’ll be there momentarily.” Harry was about to protest when Tom’s lips covered his own. With a moan, Harry wrapped his arms around Tom’s neck, sufficiently distracting them both from the situation at hand. They were brought back to the present when Sirius tackled them both to the ground. “What the-?”

“Uh,” Sirius pointed upwards, and Tom’s eyes widened at the sight of the remaining Pygmies in a row, all with their bamboo peashooters aimed at the trio of Wizards. “Fuck?”

Fortunately, as lucky may have it, Lucius Malfoy and Rabastian Lestrange chose that moment to Portkey right between them and the Pygmies. “Thanks for that, mates.” Sirius said with a grin as the Pygmies blew into the peashooters and the poisoned darts flew forward.

“Protego!” Tom cried, and a shield appeared between the two Death Eaters and the darts. Both men turned, faces pale and eyes narrowed to glare at the Pygmies. “I believe it is time to leave?”

“Hold on to this,” Lucius handed a rope to the boy. Tom disappeared, returning to Harry’s body and mind. Harry grabbed one end of the rope, and Sirius held on beside him. Lucius and Rabastian held on as well. The Pygmies weren’t giving them time for the Portkey to activate. They each reloaded their peashooter and took aim. The Portkey activated as the four Wizards were running away, holding onto the rope and trying not to let go in case they ended up stranded.

Harry landed at the bottom of the pile when the Portkey set them off in Riddle Manor. Sirius lay on top of him, with Rabastian on top of him. Lucius stood by their side, glaring down at them. “Well that was right fun, don’t you agree Harry? Tom? Black?”

“Oh yeah real fun, Ian. I really love a good old fox hunt.” Sirius drawled. “Except without us as the foxes.”

Rabastian shoved his shoulder as he helped Harry up. “It’s people like you that ruin sport for the rest of us.” Harry snorted, as did Lucius.

“Hi again, Malfoy’s dad.” He said, waving.

“He has a name, you know, cub.” Sirius said with a smile.

“Yeah, ok, so do I…” the elder Wizards looked at each other and shrugged.

“My Harry, you make no sense.” Tom laughed, legs folded and sitting on the bed that floated above the lake in the chamber of secrets.

“That’s Lord Indelible to you,” Harry raised his head, nose in the air as he spoke to Tom. “So hush.” Tom chuckled lightly, thought none but Harry heard him.

“He talks to himself sometimes,” Sirius informed Lucius. The blond man was staring at the teenager in horror. His usually emotionless mask had crumpled at the thought that his delay in freeing the boy had driven him insane. “He’s really talking to Tom, the person who lives in Harry’s head.”

“Yesss, and my Horcrux,” came the cold serpentine voice from behind them. They turned to face Lord Voldemort, and the two Death Eaters bowed low. Sirius tilted his head to one side, studying the elder man.

“You look a lot like Tom you know.” He pointed out the obvious.

Harry laughed, “ask if they’re brothers, go on, go on,” he dared laughing harder.

“I wish to speak with Potter, alone.” Lucius had to forcefully pull the protesting Sirius from the room. When it was just he and Harry, the Dark Lord allowed one eyebrow to rise slightly. “Alone, I said.” Tom appeared beside Harry, and with a hiss he turned and stalked out of the room. Now they really were alone. “So, Mr. Potter, we meet again, the first time since that night when you defeated me.”

“We met in first year.” Harry reminded him. His hand clamped over his mouth as Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “But let’s not talk about that.”

“So, Harry Potter,” he drawled as he began to circle the boy. “What use have I for you?”

“Um, well Tom said I’m not much good for anything. Oh, he said I kiss well!” The boy exclaimed innocently, not noticing the way Voldemort’s eyes narrowed at the thought of anyone – even his past self – touching the beautiful boy before him. For he was beautiful, despite being dirty and covered by dust and sand.

“You need to clean yourself up. I shall take you to your rooms. They are in the family wing of the manor, as you share your body with a part of my soul.” Harry smiled slightly, feeling strangely comfortable around his nemesis. “I would like to make you my Heir. There is a great possibility that I will never need use of you, but none the less, formality and etiquette require that all Lords have a living and able Heir. If you would consent to be mine, I would be grateful. I may even feel generous enough to reward you.” He raised an eyebrow at the boy, taking him by the arm and leading him towards the door.

As they walked to Harry’s room, Tom followed silently behind them, staring at the back of Harry’s head all the while. When the two Riddles left the child in the bathroom, they turned to face one another, making sure the door was closed and silenced. “What did you do to him?” Voldemort asked after a pause.

“I did not want him to react overly. I merely laid a compulsion charm and a calming spell over him before I let him take the Portkey. It will not harm him and it will ware off by morning. It would not do to have him work himself into a state over his new living arrangements. He will be fine.”

Voldemort nodded, and waved his hand. Tom snorted but took his leave, entering the bathroom and climbing into the tub with Harry. Voldemort stood outside the closed door for a few moments, wondering why he cared if there was something wrong with Potter, or not.

Ignoring it as wanting something that someone else had, he left to summon the rest of his Death Eaters. There were punishments to dole out, and a welcoming gift to collect for his new Heir.

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When Harry was cleaned and dressed a House Elf appeared in his room and held out a black box for the boy to take. Opening the box, Harry drew in a deep breath at the sight of the beautifully crafted ring nestled in the silk lining. “It is the Heir’s ring, master. I’s bringing to it you on Master’s orders. Yous be wearing it master.” Harry slipped the white gold ring on, smiling in amazement as it shrunk to fit his thin finger. It was shiny, a soft pearl white sheen coated the white gold and Harry found himself twisting his hand around so the light reflected off the ring at different angles.

“Comes with me master, I’s showing you to the throne room.” The Elf bowed low and Harry grinned as he followed it from the room.

The Death Eaters, and their families waited patiently for the arrival of Harry Potter. Severus Snape’s presence was notably absent. He had not been summoned, for Lord Voldemort was beginning to doubt his loyalty – after all the man did not come to his resurrection, nor to the liberation of Azkaban.

What else did a Death Eater live for than to serve his Lord? And as Severus wasn’t doing a very good job of that, he couldn’t honestly be considered a Death Eater.

“Hey look, it’s Malfoy. Still as pretty as ever.” Harry grinned at the light blush that covered Draco Malfoy’s face. He shifted backwards, hiding himself slightly behind his mother. “Hi Malfoy’s dad!” Harry waved, smiling brightly.

Tom’s voice echoed in Voldemort’s head. “I had to add a cheering charm.” The Dark Lord just ignored the voice and hoped it would go away. Like everyone does with unwanted pests.

The Dark Lord addressed his followers, and each one of them hung onto his every word, silent and rapt with attention and affection and loyalty. “Lucius,” he hissed, nearing the end of his very long speech, “I believe there is still a matter of your punishment to deal with.” The man raised his head up, determined to take his punishment as he was expected to – like a Malfoy, with pride. “Young Draco, come forward.”

Draco took a hesitant step forward but Lucius’ grip held him back. “My Lord, please?” He whispered. The Cruciatus Curse soon sent him to the floor, screaming and flailing. Draco pressed his lips together and bit back tears as he waited for the curse to hit him. But it didn’t.

“As my Heir, I feel Lord Indelible,” he turned to face the boy who beamed when someone used his new name, “should be granted with some… entertainment.”

“Oh no thanks. Tom said I’m entertaining enough for the both of us.” Harry grinned, his head cocked cutely to one side.

“That was an insult, my Harry.” Tom snickered, his hand over his mouth as Harry’s eyes widened and his mouth opened.

“Oh!” He gasped. “And it’s Indelible to you, Half-Blood Boy!” Tom growled and turned his back on the fifteen-year-old. Voldemort raised and eyebrow, his wand levelled between Harry’s eyes.

“If I may continue?” He hissed, his voice dangerously low. Harry paled and took a step back.

“But Tom-” He started in a quiet voice, before pressing his lips tight together and shrugging the matter away.

“As I was saying, I feel he should have something to entertain himself with. As such, I present him you, young Malfoy. Do you wish to serve your Lords, both new and old, with as much devotion as your father and grandfather have?”

“Y-Yes?” The blond boy asked shakily.

“Good.” The man smirked and before Lucius could intervene again, a wave of Voldemort’s wand summoned three bands of silver. Two, smaller ones, snapped onto Draco’s wrists and the larger, thicker one fastened itself around his neck. His hands tried to pry them off, in vain. Wide eyed, he faced Harry. It was Voldemort who spoke though. “Indelible, he is yours.” Harry wasn’t actually listening anymore. He and Sirius were actually sneaking out of the throne room, hoping they wouldn’t get lost on the way back to their rooms. “Lucius, present him in two hours.” The Malfoy family bowed, and hands trembling slightly they led their son from the room.

Later that night Harry lounged on his new bed, tired from spending the last hour bouncing on his new bed. Tom dozed lightly, trapped within Harry’s rather warped mind. Sirius was settled in his own room, a few doors from Harry, also in the family wing.

His eyes drifted closed, but they snapped open again as someone knocked on the door. No doubt the Lestranges knew him well enough – having lived across from him for two years or so – to not knock, and no way would Voldemort himself knock, or the house elves. Sighing, Harry stood, and pulled the door open. Draco Malfoy, dressed in very little, stood shaking in front of his father. Lucius looked stonily at Harry and pushed his son forward. The boy fell to his knees, just past the threshold to Harry’s room. Lucius turned and walked away. He was still close enough to hear when Draco started to sob.

“Uh…” Harry gazed at the top of the blond head, “why is Tom never awake when I need him?”

Draco looked up, still on his knees, and wiped his eyes. “I am here to serve you, my Lord.” His hands reached forward, and attempted to pull down the zipper of Harry’s trousers. The boy jumped backwards and left Draco in the doorway staring at him wide eyed.

“What are you doing?” Harry’s voice was about three octaves higher, his heart thumped lightly as he tried to calm down from the shock of Malfoy trying to molest him.

“I am here to please you.” He received a blank stare in return. “To entertain you.” Harry’s mouth opened and he blinked. “You were not told? My Lord?”

“I’m sure this has all been a big misunderstanding. So, you can just go and I’ll sort it out later, ok?” Harry held the doorknob, keeping the door wide and Draco stood up slowly. “Go on, off you go.” Harry urged, pushing Draco out of the room.

The boy suddenly flung himself forward with a cry. “No please!” His arms locked around Harry’s waist. His face pressed to his stomach as he started to sob again. “They’re waiting in the throne room. I’m not supposed to go back.”

“Well, wait in some other room or something.” Harry suggested trying to free himself from Draco’s grasp.

“I have to stay with you, to serve you. I’m your gifted concubine, I can’t be sent away.”

“Why?” Harry asked, genuinely curious. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked down at the boy. He was wearing a see-through silver skirt, like something an ancient roman female would wear; it was knotted beneath his belly button, and hung to just beneath his arse. He wore no top, and the silver bracelets and collar were still fastened tight around his limbs. On each of them was carved the rune meaning ‘marked’, or ‘owned’.

Harry helped Draco stand and led the boy to the bed. Sitting side by side, Harry urged him to talk. “It’s acceptable to be sent back if you are of the wrong gender. And my Lord knows you like boys, so…” He shrugged. “Or if I displeased you.”

“What happens if I send you back cause I’m displeased?” Draco started shaking again, and Harry slowly began to run his hands over Draco’s back, trying to comfort the boy.

“Either I didn’t try hard enough to please you, in which case I will be punished and sent back. Or I was unable to please you, in which case I will be replaced.” He looked at the floor, pulling the hem of the toga down desperately trying to cover himself. Harry pulled the duvet out from beneath them, and covered Draco’s legs with it. The boy smiled faintly at him.

“Well, there you go. Get replaced and I’ll just keep sending them back until Old Voldy runs out of people to force on me.” He grinned but Draco didn’t smile back, and Harry frowned then instead. “What is it?”

“By replacing me, it is customary to kill me first.” His hands were fiddling with the collar, tugging at it again. “They won’t come off until my Lord releases the spell, or I die.”

“Oh…” Harry sighed. “But I can be entertained however I wish right?” Draco nodded; sobbing again as he came to the conclusion that Harry would be willing to take advantage of him. “Well then, I demand you entertain me by telling me everything that has happened since I was sent to Azkaban.”

Draco’s hand was already reaching out for Harry’s zipper when the words registered. His head snapped up, his eyes narrowed and his hand still hovering over Harry’s crotch. “Huh?” He blushed a faint pink.

The next morning, when Lucius came to collect his son, he tried to hold his emotions in so he’d be able to deal with Draco’s tears. Instead of the crying wreck he expected, a blond human wrecking ball, which tackled him to the ground the moment the door was opened, greeted him. Lord Indelible was still asleep, fully dressed on top of the duvet. Draco was wearing a shirt he had liberated from Harry’s new wardrobe (which the house elves had arranged).

When asked if he wanted to talk, or if he wanted a hug, Draco informed his father that he couldn’t wait to entertain Harry again. “He really is something else,” Draco remarked, and Lucius’ eyes went wide as he tried to image what his son meant, without permanently scaring himself mentally.

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Even I am bloody well confused… so… here is a timeline. Very, very shortened down…

2nd Year!
CHAPTER 1
June 1993 – Ginny died. Harry is sent to Azkaban.
CHAPTER 2
June 1993 – Harry taught Occlumency by Tom. “Harry Is Innocent Petition” is made illegal.

3rd Year!
CHAPTER 3
September 1993 – Voldemort summons Wormtail.

3rd-4th Year!
CHAPTER 4
July 1994 – Harry’s 14th birthday in Azkaban.
4th Year!
November 1994 – Voldemort gets his wand back, after Wormtail steals it.
June 1995 – Tri-Wizard Tournament. Ron Weasley is kidnapped.
CHAPTER 5
June 1995 – Azkaban breakout. They leave Harry and Sirius behind.
CHAPTER 6
June 1995 – Rescued from Ahm Shere. Draco is gifted to Heir Indelible.

Thanks for reading. If you haven’t already noticed, I started a new one-shot that actually seems to get updated, and it’s called THE ERLKING, so go have a look see. Yeah, yeah, stole the desert thing from The Mummy Returns.

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