Seduction of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
65,246
Reviews:
247
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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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.
First Impression
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter.
((Harry’s thoughts))
()()Voldie’s Thoughts()()
Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Chapter 7
First Impression
Voldemort paced around his private chamber. What was he going to say when Harry woke up? He certainly wanted to make a good impression. He now realized that it isn’t that easy to make your number one enemy fall in love with you.
()() Okay, just be gentle. Show him that you don’t want to hurt him…If I could only control my veela blood and not pounce on him…()()
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud popping sound.
“Master, Mr. Potter had already woken up.”
He turned around to only see the house-elf shaking in fear. He sighed.
“You may go, Twincky.”
The house elf bowed happily and relieved, it popped away as soon as it could.
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Harry woke up with a start as the stunning spell wore off. He was tucked in silk sheets.
(( When did they have silk sheets in the hospital wing? Feels nice though…they should definately keep it…))
He was about to fall back to sleep when his memories rushed back to him.
((Holy Shit))
He forced his eyes open again. He was in a huge bedroom with luxurious furniture and a fireplace. There were a door leading to the bathroom, the wardrobe, and the living room. Those rooms could compete with the Malfoy Manor. He was sitting on a king size black silk bed. The whole room was in black and silver.
((Whoa))
Harry closed his eyes and opened them again. The room was sill there and he was still sitting on the silk bed.
((Stop and rewind it back!! Why am I here instead of the dungeons?))
Harry’s eyes widened.
((Unless Voldemort really likes me…oh stop daydreaming. Maybe he just wants you on the dark side. Well, he certainly knows how to treat a guest.))
“Mr. Potter’s awake!” A house elf squeaked, making Harry jump.
“What is your name?” Harry asked.
“My name is Twincky, sir!” The house elf squeaked again before it continued ranting. “There is fresh clothes in the wardrobe sir! And Twincky provided fresh food on the table in the living room…”
“Who’s your master and where am I?” Harry interrupted.
“Twincky’s Master is,” The house elf lowered her voice and leaned closer, “the Dark Lord. And you’re in the Riddle Manor, Sir!”
“Why am I here instead of the dungeons?”
The house elf looked confused.
“Why would Master put his mate in a cell?”
Harry choked on his own saliva.
“Mate? Me? What?”
Twincky gasped, and ran to the other side of the room, banging her head against a wall before Harry could catcher her.
“Bad Twincky…Must be punished…”
“Stop!” Harry snapped and grabbed Twincky’s shoulders and shook her. “What mate Twincky? Tell me!!!”
“NO!” Twincky struggled her way out of Harry’s grip. “Twincky is sorry…Twincky must not tell Master’s secret! Twincky must inform her Master that Mr. Potter has awoken!”
“NO! Come back!” Harry yelled out to the house elf. But Twincky had already disappeared with a pop, leaving a very confused and shocked Harry staring into space.
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Harry was just finished dressing when Voldemort walked in. He gasped and turned around, staring right into Voldemort’s eyes. He tensed under Voldemort’s gaze, and realized Voldemort was almost…smiling. There was no menace on his face. Harry frowned. What was going on? Harry watched as something flickered in those red eyes and Voldemort’s lips opened. Harry braced himself for the killing curse.
“Hey.” A soft greeting was all that came out. Harry shivered under the low, velvet and sexy voice. Then he signed in desperation. He wasn’t even going to try to argue with his crazy mind thinking Voldemort is sexy now. He was very sure that Voldemort didn’t want to kill him. Persuade him to the Dark Side perhaps, he was almost curious what Voldemort would do. Threaten him perhaps? Maybe seduction?
No, that wasn’t it. What about the mates that Twincky mentioned? Harry Potter was always important. That wasn’t going to change.
Harry decided to play along and see what Voldemort would do.
He put a confused and frightened expression on his face.
Voldemort signed softly.
“Harry,” He murmured, “ I did something wrong sixteen years ago. I’m sorry for murdering your parents and I deeply regret doing it.” Voldemort paused, thinking what to say.
Harry was shocked. He expected Voldemort to be nice, but an apology? He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He was more important to Voldemort then he thought.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I would like for us to start over, just…forget the past?”
Voldemort paused again.
“I understand if this is too much for you…just…think about it?”
Harry could only nod numbly as Voldemort’s velvet voice washed over him. God. Why hadn’t he noticed Voldemort’s intoxicating voice before?
“Good. Find me when you’re done thinking.” Voldemort lifted up the corners of his lips a little and gracefully left the room.
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Voldemort took another deep breath and placed his left hand on the handle of the doorknob.
()()Well, this is it. ()()
He quietly walked in the room, and was immediately engulfed by the most addictive scent. The scent of his mate. He gazed at Harry as he tensed and turned around before staring into those deep emerald eyes. He felt as if he was drowning into the twirling shades of green. He broke the eye contact as Harry frowned, and was curious when realization hit Harry’s face.
Voldemort opened his mouth to say what he had been practicing in front of a mirror for the past hour only to find that he had no memory what-so-ever about what he was supposed to say.
()()What? Come one, you can’t do this to me! You’ve been practicing for the past hour!! Okay, what to do…what to do…oh! I remember something Nott said to Malfoy…um…what was it? Something about don’t think? Well, it’s worth a try. Sure our relationship couldn’t be worse.()()
“Hey.” Words came out of his lips. He smirked mentally as Harry shivered, and his heart sank again as Harry’s face filled with confusion and fear.
He sighed involuntarily.
“Harry,” He felt his lips started talking again, “I did something wrong 16 years ago. I’m sorry for murdering your parents and I deeply regret for doing it.”
()() WHAT? Did I just apologize? A Dark Lord NEVER apologizes! What were you thinking?()()
He banged his head against a wall mentally.
He looked at Harry. Shock was written all over his face. No matter how loud his mind was yelling at him, he couldn’t stop his lips from moving.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and, I would like for us to start over. Just…forget the past?”
He paused and waited for Harry to answer.
()() You think he’ll answer so soon, you moron? You think he’d give up his whole life and hand it over to you in seconds just because you gave him a pathetic apology?()()
“I understand…if this is too much for you…just…think about it?”
()() God, I just stammered. I really need to go to St. Mungos soon. I’m worried about my own mental health.()()
But his inside almost exploded with joy as Harry nodded. He could barely keep himself from jumping around the room cheerfully.
“Good. Find me when you’re done thinking.” Voldemort turned toward the door, giving Harry a twirl of black robes before exiting the room.
A/N
Here it is!! Hehe, I kept my promise of posting it today!!!
((Harry’s thoughts))
()()Voldie’s Thoughts()()
Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Chapter 7
First Impression
Voldemort paced around his private chamber. What was he going to say when Harry woke up? He certainly wanted to make a good impression. He now realized that it isn’t that easy to make your number one enemy fall in love with you.
()() Okay, just be gentle. Show him that you don’t want to hurt him…If I could only control my veela blood and not pounce on him…()()
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud popping sound.
“Master, Mr. Potter had already woken up.”
He turned around to only see the house-elf shaking in fear. He sighed.
“You may go, Twincky.”
The house elf bowed happily and relieved, it popped away as soon as it could.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Harry woke up with a start as the stunning spell wore off. He was tucked in silk sheets.
(( When did they have silk sheets in the hospital wing? Feels nice though…they should definately keep it…))
He was about to fall back to sleep when his memories rushed back to him.
((Holy Shit))
He forced his eyes open again. He was in a huge bedroom with luxurious furniture and a fireplace. There were a door leading to the bathroom, the wardrobe, and the living room. Those rooms could compete with the Malfoy Manor. He was sitting on a king size black silk bed. The whole room was in black and silver.
((Whoa))
Harry closed his eyes and opened them again. The room was sill there and he was still sitting on the silk bed.
((Stop and rewind it back!! Why am I here instead of the dungeons?))
Harry’s eyes widened.
((Unless Voldemort really likes me…oh stop daydreaming. Maybe he just wants you on the dark side. Well, he certainly knows how to treat a guest.))
“Mr. Potter’s awake!” A house elf squeaked, making Harry jump.
“What is your name?” Harry asked.
“My name is Twincky, sir!” The house elf squeaked again before it continued ranting. “There is fresh clothes in the wardrobe sir! And Twincky provided fresh food on the table in the living room…”
“Who’s your master and where am I?” Harry interrupted.
“Twincky’s Master is,” The house elf lowered her voice and leaned closer, “the Dark Lord. And you’re in the Riddle Manor, Sir!”
“Why am I here instead of the dungeons?”
The house elf looked confused.
“Why would Master put his mate in a cell?”
Harry choked on his own saliva.
“Mate? Me? What?”
Twincky gasped, and ran to the other side of the room, banging her head against a wall before Harry could catcher her.
“Bad Twincky…Must be punished…”
“Stop!” Harry snapped and grabbed Twincky’s shoulders and shook her. “What mate Twincky? Tell me!!!”
“NO!” Twincky struggled her way out of Harry’s grip. “Twincky is sorry…Twincky must not tell Master’s secret! Twincky must inform her Master that Mr. Potter has awoken!”
“NO! Come back!” Harry yelled out to the house elf. But Twincky had already disappeared with a pop, leaving a very confused and shocked Harry staring into space.
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Harry was just finished dressing when Voldemort walked in. He gasped and turned around, staring right into Voldemort’s eyes. He tensed under Voldemort’s gaze, and realized Voldemort was almost…smiling. There was no menace on his face. Harry frowned. What was going on? Harry watched as something flickered in those red eyes and Voldemort’s lips opened. Harry braced himself for the killing curse.
“Hey.” A soft greeting was all that came out. Harry shivered under the low, velvet and sexy voice. Then he signed in desperation. He wasn’t even going to try to argue with his crazy mind thinking Voldemort is sexy now. He was very sure that Voldemort didn’t want to kill him. Persuade him to the Dark Side perhaps, he was almost curious what Voldemort would do. Threaten him perhaps? Maybe seduction?
No, that wasn’t it. What about the mates that Twincky mentioned? Harry Potter was always important. That wasn’t going to change.
Harry decided to play along and see what Voldemort would do.
He put a confused and frightened expression on his face.
Voldemort signed softly.
“Harry,” He murmured, “ I did something wrong sixteen years ago. I’m sorry for murdering your parents and I deeply regret doing it.” Voldemort paused, thinking what to say.
Harry was shocked. He expected Voldemort to be nice, but an apology? He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He was more important to Voldemort then he thought.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I would like for us to start over, just…forget the past?”
Voldemort paused again.
“I understand if this is too much for you…just…think about it?”
Harry could only nod numbly as Voldemort’s velvet voice washed over him. God. Why hadn’t he noticed Voldemort’s intoxicating voice before?
“Good. Find me when you’re done thinking.” Voldemort lifted up the corners of his lips a little and gracefully left the room.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Voldemort took another deep breath and placed his left hand on the handle of the doorknob.
()()Well, this is it. ()()
He quietly walked in the room, and was immediately engulfed by the most addictive scent. The scent of his mate. He gazed at Harry as he tensed and turned around before staring into those deep emerald eyes. He felt as if he was drowning into the twirling shades of green. He broke the eye contact as Harry frowned, and was curious when realization hit Harry’s face.
Voldemort opened his mouth to say what he had been practicing in front of a mirror for the past hour only to find that he had no memory what-so-ever about what he was supposed to say.
()()What? Come one, you can’t do this to me! You’ve been practicing for the past hour!! Okay, what to do…what to do…oh! I remember something Nott said to Malfoy…um…what was it? Something about don’t think? Well, it’s worth a try. Sure our relationship couldn’t be worse.()()
“Hey.” Words came out of his lips. He smirked mentally as Harry shivered, and his heart sank again as Harry’s face filled with confusion and fear.
He sighed involuntarily.
“Harry,” He felt his lips started talking again, “I did something wrong 16 years ago. I’m sorry for murdering your parents and I deeply regret for doing it.”
()() WHAT? Did I just apologize? A Dark Lord NEVER apologizes! What were you thinking?()()
He banged his head against a wall mentally.
He looked at Harry. Shock was written all over his face. No matter how loud his mind was yelling at him, he couldn’t stop his lips from moving.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and, I would like for us to start over. Just…forget the past?”
He paused and waited for Harry to answer.
()() You think he’ll answer so soon, you moron? You think he’d give up his whole life and hand it over to you in seconds just because you gave him a pathetic apology?()()
“I understand…if this is too much for you…just…think about it?”
()() God, I just stammered. I really need to go to St. Mungos soon. I’m worried about my own mental health.()()
But his inside almost exploded with joy as Harry nodded. He could barely keep himself from jumping around the room cheerfully.
“Good. Find me when you’re done thinking.” Voldemort turned toward the door, giving Harry a twirl of black robes before exiting the room.
A/N
Here it is!! Hehe, I kept my promise of posting it today!!!