Seduction of Darkness

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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta – MadeWithLemons and Sarah Spray
Chapter 8
Veelas, Decision, and Discovery

\"My Lord, you have a visitor.\" Wormtail shakily informed him. Voldemort waved his hand.
\"Send him in.\" He replied.

The same, old veela secret keeper walked in and bowed.

\"Your Highness.\"

Voldemort nodded. He was enojoying all of the manners.

\"The king requested to take you into the castle and meet him, the queen, and the council.\"

Voldemort\'s stomach dropped.

()()I\'m going to meet my parents!!! Oh my god! I\'m going to meet my parents! I wonder what they\'re like...oh stop babbling, they\'re just normal veelas. A dark lord never cares about his parents.()()

\"Very well.\"

The old man bowed again.

\"Your highness, I need you to grad a hold of this.\" he pulled out a piece of stone from his sleeves.

\"Portkey?\"

\"Yes, Your Highness.\"

Voldemort sneered and grabbed the stone, feeling the jerk behind his navel as he disappeared.

He landed in a huge throne room with marble floors and luxurious chairs and tables. Behind the tables sat about 7 veelas. He guessed that was the council. On the largest throne sat the king, accompanied by the queen, who sat on a slightly smaller throne at the King\'s left. To the king\'s right was another throne, less luxurious than the 2 others but nonetheless stunning. It was empty.

()()Must be my seat. This one\'s so much better than the throne in Riddle Manor. ()()

The throne was made in dark, smooth wood, and decorated in silver and diamonds, mostly emeralds. The cushion looked unbelievingly soft and was white, around the back of the chair it was wrapped with white furs.

Voldemort\'s gaze shifted onto the King and Queen.

The king was much like the secret keeper. His hair was black and flowed around his shoulders, his high cheekbones caused a sheen around his cheeks. A pair of lovingly red eyes stared down.

Voldemort could only stare and hold his breath in anticipation as the king, his father, slowly rose out of his seat and made his way to him.

()()God, I can\'t believe...My father, a veela king...()()

The King stopped right in front of Voldemort. Red eyes met red eyes.

Voldemort was stunned by what he saw…so much love, affection, happiness and pride. Warmth spread around his body in his veins. He didn’t know love could feel that good.

The king’s finger trailed down Voldemort’s cheek. “Amir.” He whispered. “My son.”

Voldemort hugged weakly back as the king pull him into his arms.

“Father.” He mumbled in the king’s robes. He felt like his body was relaxed from head to toe. Too relaxed. His knees felt weak and a lump formed in his throat.

()() No! I’m not going to cry! Seriously, dark lords don’t cry! What do you think you are? A sissy girl? ()()

Voldemort blinked rapidly and gave out a tiny relieved sigh as the tears went away.

He pulled away from the hug and gave the king a desperate look.

()() Okay, a little help here? You know, I’m not exactly an expert in these situations…been a dark lord and all…so what do I say?? Please? Just…say something?()()

Luckily, his problems were solved.

“I haven’t seen you since you were born.” The king whispered, still staring at his son unbelievingly. “40 years, isn’t it? Well, look at you, all grown up to a handsome man…”

Voldemort nearly chocked on his own saliva.

()() Young? I’m 40 years old for god’s sake! No wait…aren’t veelas supposed to live longer? Um…I really have to pay attention to what Wormtail says sometimes…and he thought I was handsome!()()

Voldemort glanced at the secret keeper that bought him here. The man was looking slightly amused.

()()If only he saw me before Harry turned 16…()()

Voldemort looked at the Queen, who was still sitting in the throne with a smile on her face.

“Mother?” He breathed.

The woman’s smile got wider.

“No, child.” She said softly, and a wave of disappointment washed through him.

“I’ve always known that Laird, your father, is not my mate.” The Queen looked at him with sad eyes, “I don’t know who is my mate…maybe he hasn’t turned 16, maybe he died when I was born. I didn’t expect Laird to love me, although we’re married, let alone have a child with me. I’ve always known that he’ll find his mate someday and produce a heir. I did not know why he kept it from me in the first place, when you were born.” The Queen glanced disapprovingly at the King, “But I found out eventually. I was shocked when I found out, disappointed that he kept it from me, perhaps, but not mad.” The Queen smiled fondly, “Jacinda, your mother, has gone out of town today. She had some urgent business with her mother, I believe, but she sends blessings to you and is very disappointed that she doesn’t get to see you today.”

Voldemort simply nodded.

The king chuckled. “You’re babbling again, Raina.” He held Voldemort’s shoulders gently and turned him around. “Remember, only me, the Queen, the secret keeper, and the council know that Raina isn’t your Mother. We’ve been keeping it quite for a long time and we are not planning to let this secret get out of hand.”

Voldemort nodded numbly.

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Harry was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands under his head. For the past few days he had rarely got out of bed.

The truth is, Harry Potter had been completely mind fucked.

After Voldemort had left, the words had sank in and crashed Harry’s mind with a brutal force.

“Think about it.” Voldemort had said. Well, Harry had been thinking about it. A lot.

What was the main reason that Harry was against Voldemort?

((Because he killed your parents and muggles.)) A small voice in back of his head whispered.

Well, Voldemort had already apologized for killing his parents, hadn’t he? If he didn’t mean to kill them, Harry would forgive him. Hell, Harry would forgive anyone if they just apologized.

Harry had never met any nice muggles. First the Dursleys…his neighbours were too busy to even care about him and same with the teachers. Maybe there was a REASON that pure-bloods didn’t like muggles?

But what if he stayed with the light side? He would have to spend the summers, and possibly the holidays at the Dursleys. He would be under Dumbledore’s manipulation and his Gryffindor “friends” shadows. Sometimes he wondered if he made the right choice to go to Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. Would his life be better if he was in Slytherin? Was there any reason he should stay with the light side?

His friends, who had dumped and crawled right back to him, and they expected him to kill Voldemort, to be the whole wizard world’s hero, despite the fact he was only 16? Remus, who’s still mourning Sirius and refusing to talk to anyone? His godfather and parents? The Hogwarts staff and his fans? Draco, his true friend, who is a future Death-Eater? Was there any reason?

But what if he joined the dark side? Will he be merely only a slave? What about the “mate” thing?

Something clicked in his mind and he remembered Hagrid saying something about veelas and their soul mates.

Harry gasped.

But could Voldemort be a veela? Yes. That would explain the powers and the sexy look. But why didn’t he look good from the start? Why now? And aren’t Voldemort’s parents a muggle and a witch? Surely there was nothing about magical creatures. Unless…

Harry groaned. Where is Hermione when he needed her?

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The king introduced every council member sitting at the table.

“This,” he gestured to the one sitting toward the throne, “is the king’s personal assistant, Leo. He will assist you with most of the things, if you have questions, ask him.”

Leo winked and nodded at Voldemort. Voldemort nodded back.

The king pointed to the person beside Leo.

“This is Taurean. He’s the one that controls all the armies, powerful fellow.” The king leaned in and whispered, “Do not provoke him. His temper is outrageous. I’ve almost lost a summer home because of his temper.”

Taurean was a strong looking man with reddish-brown hair. The man looked fierce and dangerous.

“Your highness,” Taurean stood up and bowed.

The king went on.

“Those two,” he pointed at the 2 blonde haired ladies, “are the ones who control the finances. They’re both very bright. The one on the left is Kalare and the other is Kalea. As you can see, they’re twins.” The King grinned childishly, “Sometimes I have troubles to tell them apart.”

Kalare and Kalea both had light blonde hair and blue eyes. Their hair looked soft, smooth and shiny. They’re both very attractive, and they had everything a girl would kill for.

“These 3,” The king pointed to the 3 people left, “Are the advisers. They do a little bit of everything, actually. They’re Reynold, Minh, and Devin.”

Reynold was very thin and had light brown hair; he was about 6 feet tall and looked very wise.

Minh had stunning ebony hair and dark brown eyes.

Devin was shorter than the rest of the council and had short brown hair and hazel eyes.

“Well, nice to meet…” Voldemort stopped as he felt his body burning and his heart stabbed over and over again. The image of Harry falling on to the floor, screaming in agony was played in his head.

Voldemort gasped out loud and turned to his father.

“I must go, my mate is in danger.”

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Harry paced around the huge shelves of the library. He had threatened Twincky to tell Voldemort about her telling him the secret if she didn’t bring him to the library. He had never felt he needed a book so bad in his life.

Harry lifted a huge book out and turned to the Riddle page.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, Son of Tom L. Riddle, was adopted in 1960.

Although Harry had expected those words, it still hit him like an electric shock.

So it was true. This is the reason why Voldemort had been nice to him. There was no doubt about it.

Voldemort was a veela and Harry was his mate.

(Backflash)

“A veela must find their mate to survive…once their mate turned 16, I think.” Hagrid explained, “If they found their mate, they will do everything to protect him or her and eventually mate with them. Their mating season is usually February to April. During the season, the veela will be extremely possessive about their mate and the desire to mate will be unbearable. Male pregnancy will be possible for veelas, but they have to say a spell, I believe.”

Hagrid scratched his chin, trying to remember something.

“Oh, and they can only have 1 child.”

(Flashback)

Harry stumbled backwards.

Is this the chance? The chance that he’d wanted forever, to have a family?

He was so deeply in thought he didn’t notice as a person sneaked behind him and shouted “Crucio!”

He felt he was burning inside. Knives slicing every muscle. He couldn’t help but to fall into the floor and screamed in agony.

A/N
Sorry it came late! Oh, here is a poem that one of my betas made, I thought it was really funny. Oh, my the way my name’s Jing so it might help you to understand part of the poem.

(to be read to the tune of the timeless christmas classic)
JINGle bells JINGle bells,
thou hast made my day,
Voldemort is so sexy and
Im ever so glad hes gay.
HEY!
JINGle bells, JINGle bells,
wheres my parsletongue?
I want Tom to grab his cock
and shove it up his bum.

Dumbledore aint dead,
But i hope he will be soon,
I hope he will die,
cos hes a fucking loon.
Torture him some more,
rip off all his limbs,
leave him on the floor,
and he will see \"The Grim\"