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Chapter 6
*Parseltongue*
“Speaking”
‘Thinking’
Quote of the chapter!
“But how the devil do you think this could harm me?” -- Denis Diderot, French encyclopedist, upon being warned by his wife not to eat too much.
Chapter 6
(Hogwarts)
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk with his head in his hands. It had been a long night. Everything started off fine. The Triwizard Tournament was happening as planned and it had looked as if it was going to be a Hogwarts victory, something that was sorely needed after the passed few depressing years. Another student had died, this time in a ministry sanctioned tournament. Cornelius was furious, saying that it was some rogue death eater wanting a little fame. But Albus knew differently, he had seen Severus grab his arm as if burned. The Dark Lord Voldemort is back in corporal form. At this time Albus felt a disturbance in his office wards.
He heard a knock and said, “Come in, Severus.” A tall man with greasy black and a hooked nose walked into the headmaster’s office and sat down.
“Voldemort’s back.” Severus, as always, was straight to the point. “What do you want me to do?” He questioned. Not many people knew, but Severus was a death eater turned spy at the end of the first war. Severus was a Slytherin, and as a Slytherin always looked after person number one, himself. When it was ,clear that the dark lord was loosing an edge Severus immediately changed sides. He’d been toeing the line for a little while, so that no matter what, he would be on the winning side. Fortunately for him, his assumptions proved correct when the Potter brat killed Voldemort the first time. It was regrettable that the boy didn’t die as well. It would have been a celebration indeed if the last of the Potters were all wiped from the Earth. Luckily, the boy hadn’t been seen for about 13 years, he was presumed dead. ‘At least I don’t have to teach the spoiled brat.’ Was all Severus could think.
Albus stared at his Potion’s master in thought for a few minutes before reaching a decision.
“Are you still in contact with Lucius Malfoy?” He asked. ‘There is absolutely no way that man was not involved in Voldemort’s resurrection.’
“Yes, unfortunately, he is always wanting to talk about his son Draco. He constantly bickers with me about his grades, as if it is my fault his son is completely incompetent.” Severus sneered.
“Severus, my dear boy, Lucius was Voldemort’s right hand man, he had to have been involved in last nights gathering. I’m sure he noticed you were gone, you need to go to him and explain why you weren’t there.” Dumbledore said with a slight frown.
“And what exactly will I explain? That I turned spy and am no longer interested in being tortured constantly?” Severus said scathingly. ‘Not that I want to follow you anymore either, you old goat.’
Dumbledore peered at him with his twinkling eyes and said, “Of course not, Severus. While I gather the Order, you will go and simply say that you were sitting next to me when your arm burned, and that it would have been to suspicious if you left in such a hurry. You, of course, would have went directly after the tournament, but the school was being investigated and you couldn’t leave right away.”
‘Yep, he has had way to many lemon drops. No one could be that happy while talking about Voldemort. One of his precious students has just died as well.’ Severus thought hatefully, showing no outward signs of his distain.
“That…may actually work.” Severus got up and left the old coot’s office and headed for the dungeons. When he went to his rooms and pulled a large black box out from under his bed. He opened the lid with shaking hands and peered inside. It was a set of black robes, cloak, and a white bone mask. It was his death eater outfit. He put the heavy robes and mask on for the first time in thirteen years. It was nearly morning, but this couldn’t wait. He went to his fireplace and flooed to Malfoy Manor.
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(Malfoy Manor)
Lucius awoke with a start alone in his gigantic bed. Of course that was no surprise. His wife hadn’t stayed in his bed, none the less the same wing, as her husband in quite some time. Lucius’s father, Abraxas Malfoy, arranged a marriage with the Black family. Lucius’s choices weren’t the best. Andromeda had already ran away to marry that filthy muggle, Bellatrix was already showing signs of insanity, Narcissa was his only choice. Well, he really shouldn’t say that, there was Sirius and Regulus. But Regulus was horribly annoying, and Sirius was a Gryffindor. Trying to have sex with them would have been impossible. Not that he didn’t like boys, no he actually preferred the male persuasion, but he had his eyes on someone else. True, the man was a Gryffindor, but he acted more like a Ravenclaw. He was perfect. A few years younger, small, a cute pert little ass. Not to mention quiet, it is always most rewarding to make the quiet ones become undone in bed. They always scream the loudest.
Unfortunately, his father had to screw up his plans and marry him to a prominent pureblood family. Even if he wanted to marry Regulus or Sirius his father wouldn’t allow it. He was a bit homophobic. He was married when he was 18 and Narcissa was thrilled. To have an unlimited amount of money in her purse was a big deal to her. All she had to do was sire one heir and she would always have money. So they had Draco, and that was the first and last time they slept together. Not that either remained celibate, Harry was proof enough of that, but their affairs were kept quiet and out of the papers. They remained married for Draco, but that didn’t mean they had to love each other. When he is old enough, both would be free from this marriage, they just had to wait a little longer.
Lucius got up out of bed and went to his study to the fireplace. There stood Severus in his death eater garb. “Where were you?” He asked, he needed to find out for his Lord.
“Dumbledore, the moron insisted on keeping all the teachers around for the tournament, then when that Hufflepuff showed up he had us search the grounds for any intruders. He didn’t figure out how someone got the portkey in.” Severus said, fishing for information. If he found out how the portkey got in, they would be able to interrogate the little cretin.
“One of our spies.” Lucius said evasively. No, he wouldn’t tell Severus anything until he knew he was loyal. “Our Lord is unimpressed with your absence, you will certainly be punished. Now, let us go to Riddle Manor and talk to him. He would not like to be kept waiting.” Lucius said pompously. Since Lucius was Voldemort’s right hand man only he knew the coordinates to Riddle Manor. He was allowed to come and go as he pleased, but he still had to be cautious. He never knew when his lord would be in a foul mood, and simply crucio him for just being there. Though, if all went well tonight, his lord should be in a VERY good mood. Lucius thought with a smirk. Lucius grabbed Severus’s arm and apparated him to Riddle Manor just as the sun was rising.
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(Riddle Manor)
Voldemort awoke to the sun’s beams on his face. He blinked a few times to clear the sleep and looked down. He saw a head of disheveled black hair and felt hot breath on his chest. The boy looked like an angel laying there snuggled up with him. He brought his hands down the boy’s back gently and rested them on the boys small behind. He kneaded the boy’s ass gently. The boy, Harry he gently reminded himself, mumbled something incoherently. Voldemort grinned, this could be fun.
He removed one of his hands, the other still needing the tight rump of the boy, and brought a finger to his mouth and popped it in, being sure to coat it in saliva. He brought the finger to the boy’s no longer virgin entrance and pushed it in slowly. The boy, Harry he chided himself a bit more firmly this time, let out a low almost inaudible moan. Then he said, “That’s nice.” In a slightly slurred voice as his eyes began to open.
Harry blinked his eyes open, trying to remember where he was, and who was making his body wither in pleasure. ‘Oh right, I’m with master.’ He thought still a little sleepy. He looked over to his master who was once again staring at him.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Voldemort said to this wonderful creature of perfection. He truly was the most beautiful boy. ‘And all mine.’ He thought gleefully.
“Good morning, Master.” Harry said happily, now pushing down on the finger in an obvious attempt to make it go deeper.
“Are you enjoying yourself, my little raven?” Voldemort said in amusement. ‘I’m not going to put in another finger until he starts to beg for more.’ He thought.
“Y-Yes, master.” Harry thought he was going to die. ‘Oh, why can’t he just put in some more, this feels soooo good. If this is how I wake up every morning, I could definitely get used to living here.” Harry once again tried to impale himself a bit further, but it didn’t work as well as he had hoped. ‘I need more.’ He thought. “M-Master, p-please…more.” He begged quietly.
‘There, I’m surprised he held out that long.’ Voldemort was definitely surprised. He pulled out his useful little bottle of lube. ‘I definitely have to remember to get more of this. I’m sure we will go through it rather quickly.’ He coated to other fingers and pushed them both in simultaneously, he had little patience this morning and needed to bugger his little raven badly.
Harry inhaled a quick breath as the two fingers pushed in at once. ‘Ow, that stung.’ That thought was quickly replaced when the fingers found his prostate. ‘If he doesn’t hurry up I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.’ His lust clouding his better judgment a bit.
Voldemort had just pushed the fingers in and had found his prostate in a matter of seconds. He most certainly, did not expect to be flipped over with Harry straddling him. Harry grabbed the lube and covered Voldemort’s dick quickly before getting sitting up, and placing his entrance on the tip of the penis.
Voldemort’s mind finally caught up with him and he immediately started to protest. “Harry, you can’t, you’re not fully prepared ye…” Voldemort was cut off as Harry quickly slammed himself down fully on the erect member.
Harry slammed down and his eyes immediately rolled back into his head in an odd combination of pleasure and pain. It burned he decided, but that only seemed to increase his pleasure. For years he had secretly enjoyed Mister Malfoy’s spankings, but never told him in fear that he would stop. Harry figured that this was like that. Hit hurt, but he liked the pain. It made him even more aroused. Harry started to happily move on his master’s lap. Plunging up and down on his master’s cock.
To say Voldemort was startled was an understatement. Voldemort had thought that Harry, the sweet little minx, would not be a fan of pain, but the boy had proven him wrong. Harry seemed to flourish under the pain/pleasure. He was moaning even more than the night before and muttering things like, “Oh god yes,” and “Oh please more.” He would have to make sure to tie his little raven up one of these days, see how he likes that. As the boy began to pick up the pace Voldemort felt a small tingle in the wards and put his hands on the boy’s hips to help guide him, and make the thrusting deeper.
Whoever was there could wait. He had far more important things to, well more important people to do. He knew it had to be Lucius as no one else knew where Riddle Manor was. He would wait. He wouldn’t dare disturb him in his chambers and risk getting into trouble.
Voldemort thrusted up, and Harry down. The pace soon turned frantic and Voldemort brought Harry’s head down to kiss him. This undid Harry, even without his cock being stroked, and he came all over Voldemort’s stomach. Voldemort pumped into the boy a few more times before coming with a long moan. Harry collapsed on top of his master, to worn out to move, while Voldemort stroked his hair, not even removing his penis from the boy’s body. They laid like that for a little while longer before Voldemort got up and decided it was time to get down to business and began cleaning himself up.
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There you go! Any ideas on what Lucius wants yet! I gave plenty of clues. And yet another sex scene! I wasn’t planning on writing it, but I’m in a good mood. I work all day tomorrow so I don’t know if I will update tomorrow. I’ll try to though.
Thanks to my reviewers:
Jaylynn: Thank you! That is a huge compliment.
Extraho: Thanks for reviewing!
Alwaysariyana: Thanks for reviewing!
Sanji_is_weird: Glad you thought so! Thank you!
Satine1313: I know, Severus is one of my most favorite characters. And I finally said where his loyalties lay, with himself. I’ll contact you right after I post. And as I said, I hate when people abandon stories. All people want to do is have there ending. Everyone needs closure and finishing a story gives the people that. I would never abandon a story.
Dark Sora: I agree with the bondage thing. We just found out Harry has a bit of a kinky side, and Voldemort did say he needed more lube. Perhaps while he is shopping for that he will pick up a few other toys.
Lien: Yay! That was such a big compliment…now I’m happy. Thanks for the review!
Hell_on_earth: The best one! Wow! I didn’t think it was that good. I read sooo many Harry/Voldemort stories that it is a HUGE compliment saying that you think mine is the best. Thank you!
Lora Kat: Thank you!
Briar: Oh poor you. My sister just thinks I should get a life and not spend so much time reading Harry Potter stories. I share a room with my little sis and I never know when she is going to blackmail me with something. Oh well, I’ll get over it. Thanks for the review!
Kyuubifreak: I’ll be sure to tell you when the new updates are up! Thanks again for your review!
Tesgura: People won’t find out right away about Harry. Voldemort will just have this mysterious person with him. I have a certain scene planned for how certain people will find out. It will be fun. Thanks for the review!
blood_red_eyes: Yes, I’m rather fond of the red eyes too. Thanks for the review!
BRM: I know. If Tom and Harry were real, I’d probably kidnap them both just to see the two together. Sadly, this is only a dream. Thanks for the review!
Mr.Galion: Well, my sister had read just as I finished writing the part where Voldemort was “marking” Harry’s chest. Her eyes bugged out a bit, and her cheeks went pink. She hasn’t said anything yet, but she might use it for blackmail later. As for Draco, I did say Harry had only seen him briefly once or twice when he was younger, so there is no real relationship between them. And yes, he will make a larger appearance, a very large one at that. That won’t be for a little while though. I have to develop the Voldemort/Harry relationship a bit more before I can write that. Thanks again for your questions and comments!
WanderingKnightsFire: I’ve decided to have him call him sweet little raven. Kitten, I personally belongs to Dinkel’s, Unintentionally Yours. And don’t you hate it when people are so nosey? That really bothers me. It’s fine if they ask you what you are doing, but to do something like pick up your notebook and read it is so rude. Anyway, enough of my ranting, thanks for the review!
WeasleyWench: Yup, it’s already obvious he wants to care for him. Thanks for the review!
Kurai: That’s good to know, as I like to respond. Thanks again!
Well, that’s all my lovelies. Until next time. Please review.
“Speaking”
‘Thinking’
Quote of the chapter!
“But how the devil do you think this could harm me?” -- Denis Diderot, French encyclopedist, upon being warned by his wife not to eat too much.
Chapter 6
(Hogwarts)
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk with his head in his hands. It had been a long night. Everything started off fine. The Triwizard Tournament was happening as planned and it had looked as if it was going to be a Hogwarts victory, something that was sorely needed after the passed few depressing years. Another student had died, this time in a ministry sanctioned tournament. Cornelius was furious, saying that it was some rogue death eater wanting a little fame. But Albus knew differently, he had seen Severus grab his arm as if burned. The Dark Lord Voldemort is back in corporal form. At this time Albus felt a disturbance in his office wards.
He heard a knock and said, “Come in, Severus.” A tall man with greasy black and a hooked nose walked into the headmaster’s office and sat down.
“Voldemort’s back.” Severus, as always, was straight to the point. “What do you want me to do?” He questioned. Not many people knew, but Severus was a death eater turned spy at the end of the first war. Severus was a Slytherin, and as a Slytherin always looked after person number one, himself. When it was ,clear that the dark lord was loosing an edge Severus immediately changed sides. He’d been toeing the line for a little while, so that no matter what, he would be on the winning side. Fortunately for him, his assumptions proved correct when the Potter brat killed Voldemort the first time. It was regrettable that the boy didn’t die as well. It would have been a celebration indeed if the last of the Potters were all wiped from the Earth. Luckily, the boy hadn’t been seen for about 13 years, he was presumed dead. ‘At least I don’t have to teach the spoiled brat.’ Was all Severus could think.
Albus stared at his Potion’s master in thought for a few minutes before reaching a decision.
“Are you still in contact with Lucius Malfoy?” He asked. ‘There is absolutely no way that man was not involved in Voldemort’s resurrection.’
“Yes, unfortunately, he is always wanting to talk about his son Draco. He constantly bickers with me about his grades, as if it is my fault his son is completely incompetent.” Severus sneered.
“Severus, my dear boy, Lucius was Voldemort’s right hand man, he had to have been involved in last nights gathering. I’m sure he noticed you were gone, you need to go to him and explain why you weren’t there.” Dumbledore said with a slight frown.
“And what exactly will I explain? That I turned spy and am no longer interested in being tortured constantly?” Severus said scathingly. ‘Not that I want to follow you anymore either, you old goat.’
Dumbledore peered at him with his twinkling eyes and said, “Of course not, Severus. While I gather the Order, you will go and simply say that you were sitting next to me when your arm burned, and that it would have been to suspicious if you left in such a hurry. You, of course, would have went directly after the tournament, but the school was being investigated and you couldn’t leave right away.”
‘Yep, he has had way to many lemon drops. No one could be that happy while talking about Voldemort. One of his precious students has just died as well.’ Severus thought hatefully, showing no outward signs of his distain.
“That…may actually work.” Severus got up and left the old coot’s office and headed for the dungeons. When he went to his rooms and pulled a large black box out from under his bed. He opened the lid with shaking hands and peered inside. It was a set of black robes, cloak, and a white bone mask. It was his death eater outfit. He put the heavy robes and mask on for the first time in thirteen years. It was nearly morning, but this couldn’t wait. He went to his fireplace and flooed to Malfoy Manor.
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(Malfoy Manor)
Lucius awoke with a start alone in his gigantic bed. Of course that was no surprise. His wife hadn’t stayed in his bed, none the less the same wing, as her husband in quite some time. Lucius’s father, Abraxas Malfoy, arranged a marriage with the Black family. Lucius’s choices weren’t the best. Andromeda had already ran away to marry that filthy muggle, Bellatrix was already showing signs of insanity, Narcissa was his only choice. Well, he really shouldn’t say that, there was Sirius and Regulus. But Regulus was horribly annoying, and Sirius was a Gryffindor. Trying to have sex with them would have been impossible. Not that he didn’t like boys, no he actually preferred the male persuasion, but he had his eyes on someone else. True, the man was a Gryffindor, but he acted more like a Ravenclaw. He was perfect. A few years younger, small, a cute pert little ass. Not to mention quiet, it is always most rewarding to make the quiet ones become undone in bed. They always scream the loudest.
Unfortunately, his father had to screw up his plans and marry him to a prominent pureblood family. Even if he wanted to marry Regulus or Sirius his father wouldn’t allow it. He was a bit homophobic. He was married when he was 18 and Narcissa was thrilled. To have an unlimited amount of money in her purse was a big deal to her. All she had to do was sire one heir and she would always have money. So they had Draco, and that was the first and last time they slept together. Not that either remained celibate, Harry was proof enough of that, but their affairs were kept quiet and out of the papers. They remained married for Draco, but that didn’t mean they had to love each other. When he is old enough, both would be free from this marriage, they just had to wait a little longer.
Lucius got up out of bed and went to his study to the fireplace. There stood Severus in his death eater garb. “Where were you?” He asked, he needed to find out for his Lord.
“Dumbledore, the moron insisted on keeping all the teachers around for the tournament, then when that Hufflepuff showed up he had us search the grounds for any intruders. He didn’t figure out how someone got the portkey in.” Severus said, fishing for information. If he found out how the portkey got in, they would be able to interrogate the little cretin.
“One of our spies.” Lucius said evasively. No, he wouldn’t tell Severus anything until he knew he was loyal. “Our Lord is unimpressed with your absence, you will certainly be punished. Now, let us go to Riddle Manor and talk to him. He would not like to be kept waiting.” Lucius said pompously. Since Lucius was Voldemort’s right hand man only he knew the coordinates to Riddle Manor. He was allowed to come and go as he pleased, but he still had to be cautious. He never knew when his lord would be in a foul mood, and simply crucio him for just being there. Though, if all went well tonight, his lord should be in a VERY good mood. Lucius thought with a smirk. Lucius grabbed Severus’s arm and apparated him to Riddle Manor just as the sun was rising.
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(Riddle Manor)
Voldemort awoke to the sun’s beams on his face. He blinked a few times to clear the sleep and looked down. He saw a head of disheveled black hair and felt hot breath on his chest. The boy looked like an angel laying there snuggled up with him. He brought his hands down the boy’s back gently and rested them on the boys small behind. He kneaded the boy’s ass gently. The boy, Harry he gently reminded himself, mumbled something incoherently. Voldemort grinned, this could be fun.
He removed one of his hands, the other still needing the tight rump of the boy, and brought a finger to his mouth and popped it in, being sure to coat it in saliva. He brought the finger to the boy’s no longer virgin entrance and pushed it in slowly. The boy, Harry he chided himself a bit more firmly this time, let out a low almost inaudible moan. Then he said, “That’s nice.” In a slightly slurred voice as his eyes began to open.
Harry blinked his eyes open, trying to remember where he was, and who was making his body wither in pleasure. ‘Oh right, I’m with master.’ He thought still a little sleepy. He looked over to his master who was once again staring at him.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Voldemort said to this wonderful creature of perfection. He truly was the most beautiful boy. ‘And all mine.’ He thought gleefully.
“Good morning, Master.” Harry said happily, now pushing down on the finger in an obvious attempt to make it go deeper.
“Are you enjoying yourself, my little raven?” Voldemort said in amusement. ‘I’m not going to put in another finger until he starts to beg for more.’ He thought.
“Y-Yes, master.” Harry thought he was going to die. ‘Oh, why can’t he just put in some more, this feels soooo good. If this is how I wake up every morning, I could definitely get used to living here.” Harry once again tried to impale himself a bit further, but it didn’t work as well as he had hoped. ‘I need more.’ He thought. “M-Master, p-please…more.” He begged quietly.
‘There, I’m surprised he held out that long.’ Voldemort was definitely surprised. He pulled out his useful little bottle of lube. ‘I definitely have to remember to get more of this. I’m sure we will go through it rather quickly.’ He coated to other fingers and pushed them both in simultaneously, he had little patience this morning and needed to bugger his little raven badly.
Harry inhaled a quick breath as the two fingers pushed in at once. ‘Ow, that stung.’ That thought was quickly replaced when the fingers found his prostate. ‘If he doesn’t hurry up I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.’ His lust clouding his better judgment a bit.
Voldemort had just pushed the fingers in and had found his prostate in a matter of seconds. He most certainly, did not expect to be flipped over with Harry straddling him. Harry grabbed the lube and covered Voldemort’s dick quickly before getting sitting up, and placing his entrance on the tip of the penis.
Voldemort’s mind finally caught up with him and he immediately started to protest. “Harry, you can’t, you’re not fully prepared ye…” Voldemort was cut off as Harry quickly slammed himself down fully on the erect member.
Harry slammed down and his eyes immediately rolled back into his head in an odd combination of pleasure and pain. It burned he decided, but that only seemed to increase his pleasure. For years he had secretly enjoyed Mister Malfoy’s spankings, but never told him in fear that he would stop. Harry figured that this was like that. Hit hurt, but he liked the pain. It made him even more aroused. Harry started to happily move on his master’s lap. Plunging up and down on his master’s cock.
To say Voldemort was startled was an understatement. Voldemort had thought that Harry, the sweet little minx, would not be a fan of pain, but the boy had proven him wrong. Harry seemed to flourish under the pain/pleasure. He was moaning even more than the night before and muttering things like, “Oh god yes,” and “Oh please more.” He would have to make sure to tie his little raven up one of these days, see how he likes that. As the boy began to pick up the pace Voldemort felt a small tingle in the wards and put his hands on the boy’s hips to help guide him, and make the thrusting deeper.
Whoever was there could wait. He had far more important things to, well more important people to do. He knew it had to be Lucius as no one else knew where Riddle Manor was. He would wait. He wouldn’t dare disturb him in his chambers and risk getting into trouble.
Voldemort thrusted up, and Harry down. The pace soon turned frantic and Voldemort brought Harry’s head down to kiss him. This undid Harry, even without his cock being stroked, and he came all over Voldemort’s stomach. Voldemort pumped into the boy a few more times before coming with a long moan. Harry collapsed on top of his master, to worn out to move, while Voldemort stroked his hair, not even removing his penis from the boy’s body. They laid like that for a little while longer before Voldemort got up and decided it was time to get down to business and began cleaning himself up.
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There you go! Any ideas on what Lucius wants yet! I gave plenty of clues. And yet another sex scene! I wasn’t planning on writing it, but I’m in a good mood. I work all day tomorrow so I don’t know if I will update tomorrow. I’ll try to though.
Thanks to my reviewers:
Jaylynn: Thank you! That is a huge compliment.
Extraho: Thanks for reviewing!
Alwaysariyana: Thanks for reviewing!
Sanji_is_weird: Glad you thought so! Thank you!
Satine1313: I know, Severus is one of my most favorite characters. And I finally said where his loyalties lay, with himself. I’ll contact you right after I post. And as I said, I hate when people abandon stories. All people want to do is have there ending. Everyone needs closure and finishing a story gives the people that. I would never abandon a story.
Dark Sora: I agree with the bondage thing. We just found out Harry has a bit of a kinky side, and Voldemort did say he needed more lube. Perhaps while he is shopping for that he will pick up a few other toys.
Lien: Yay! That was such a big compliment…now I’m happy. Thanks for the review!
Hell_on_earth: The best one! Wow! I didn’t think it was that good. I read sooo many Harry/Voldemort stories that it is a HUGE compliment saying that you think mine is the best. Thank you!
Lora Kat: Thank you!
Briar: Oh poor you. My sister just thinks I should get a life and not spend so much time reading Harry Potter stories. I share a room with my little sis and I never know when she is going to blackmail me with something. Oh well, I’ll get over it. Thanks for the review!
Kyuubifreak: I’ll be sure to tell you when the new updates are up! Thanks again for your review!
Tesgura: People won’t find out right away about Harry. Voldemort will just have this mysterious person with him. I have a certain scene planned for how certain people will find out. It will be fun. Thanks for the review!
blood_red_eyes: Yes, I’m rather fond of the red eyes too. Thanks for the review!
BRM: I know. If Tom and Harry were real, I’d probably kidnap them both just to see the two together. Sadly, this is only a dream. Thanks for the review!
Mr.Galion: Well, my sister had read just as I finished writing the part where Voldemort was “marking” Harry’s chest. Her eyes bugged out a bit, and her cheeks went pink. She hasn’t said anything yet, but she might use it for blackmail later. As for Draco, I did say Harry had only seen him briefly once or twice when he was younger, so there is no real relationship between them. And yes, he will make a larger appearance, a very large one at that. That won’t be for a little while though. I have to develop the Voldemort/Harry relationship a bit more before I can write that. Thanks again for your questions and comments!
WanderingKnightsFire: I’ve decided to have him call him sweet little raven. Kitten, I personally belongs to Dinkel’s, Unintentionally Yours. And don’t you hate it when people are so nosey? That really bothers me. It’s fine if they ask you what you are doing, but to do something like pick up your notebook and read it is so rude. Anyway, enough of my ranting, thanks for the review!
WeasleyWench: Yup, it’s already obvious he wants to care for him. Thanks for the review!
Kurai: That’s good to know, as I like to respond. Thanks again!
Well, that’s all my lovelies. Until next time. Please review.