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Chapter Eight
A/n Thank you thrnbrooke and ZooArmy the only two who revieved the last chapter. This one is for you.
Chapter Eight
He went back to his dorm in the dungeons, there was so much that he needed to think about. If he hadn’t been marked as Voldemort’s equal in this world, what did that mean for his ability to kill him. Was there even a prophesy, and if not, than maybe he had no obligation here. He knew better even as the thought crossed his mind. He was here for a reason, and it was beginning to look like this world needed him even more than his own had. He had been a pawn in war, now he might have to actually be a general.
It suddenly occurred to him that one way to know if the Horcruxes, existed in this world was to find items that he knew were such. He wondered if the fact that Sirius apparently wasn’t wanted, meant that he could still get him into number 12. The locket was there originally. Without other events, it probably still was. He would have to find out what had happened to the man, or barring that, what had happened to the house.
He needed allies, and at the moment he was woefully shy on ones that he could trust. He wished that things were different here, and he could once again count on Hermione’s brain and Ron’s loyalty, but that wasn’t the case, and all he had were people that he had good reason not to trust. It seemed clear that the diary had not made itself known, he didn’t want to risk the cave, that had ultimately taken Dumbledore’s arm and his life.
He was deeply in thought and didn’t hear the door open. He quickly found himself pounced on by Blaise. He reacted poorly by stupefying the boy. It all had happened so quickly that he hadn’t realized that he had even moved until he stood over the boy with wand in hand. After a couple deep breaths he enervated him.
Blaise looked at him with a chagrinned expression. “Sorry, I know better, but you looked so appetizing sitting there, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Harry couldn’t get over how weird everything was. “What do you want, Zabini?”
The boy looked put out for a moment, before smirking. “I would think that it was obvious, Potter. I want you. If you are looking for some kind of role playing, I am sure that I can more than live up to whatever image you are going for.” He gave a sly wink. “Maybe you are after a little rival action, huh? We are not friends, we are long enemies, perhaps?”
Harry wasn’t sure how to respond, he didn’t want to appear too different than what was normal in this world, but he had no interest in the boy. He decided on non-committal. “At some point the game might be worth pursuing, but at the moment I have things that I have to do.” He did his best impression of a leer.
Blaise, seemed to take that as a come on. He wrapped his arms around him and ran a hand down his body till he met the buttons on his pants. “You can’t be too busy for a blow job, Harry.” Without ceremony, he dropped to his knees and had Harry uncovered in a heart beat. He looked up into green eyes, as he lowered his head to worship the piece of flesh before him.
Harry wanted to stop him, he really did, but the sensation of warm lips surrounding him, made his head spin. He knew that this was not who he was, and worse yet, he was taking advantage. He tried to push the mouth away and found his hands gripped tightly. His will to fight was being sapped by that talented mouth. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him as the boy on his knees took him all the way in. He had never experienced anything like this in his previous life. His love life with Ginny had been pretty much vanilla. This was his first blow, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations. His body seemed to react without his will, and he found himself thrusting into the boy’s mouth. Harry knew this wasn’t right and as gently as he could moved the boy away.
He was greeted by an angry and perplexed Slytherin. “Blaise, Thank you. that really was wonderful, but I can’t do this right now. Things are changing for me, and I have to concentrate on fixing some problems.” He could see the confusion and reluctant acceptance.
“Harry, is this about the dark lord?”
Harry could see the apprehension, but at this point it was pointless to worry about details that he didn’t know. “Yes. I have to take him out at some point, and the sooner the better.” He had no idea how this would play. The boy had called him the dark lord, not a good sign, but he had to find out where those around him were aligned, and this was as good a way as any.
“I will help in any way that I can. I just don’t know that I can do it out in the open.”
Harry could see the sincerity and felt more than a little relieved. “I am not really asking as of yet, but I am grateful. I have some puzzles to solve before I can even think about taking this on face first. I am only asking for space at the moment.” Harry thought about his friends in his own world and added “When I have my shit together, we can talk about your take, and if you want to be involved.”
Blaise nodded and tucked Harry’s penis into his pants. “I know that we are not a couple, and I know that you don’t really understand the loyalty that you inspire. I just want you to know that I would follow you. You are smart, powerful, and perhaps most important, you empathize with just about everyone. I have never seen so much love in my life. I don’t want to die. We are the house of cunning and, quite frankly artifice, but I will try to be what you want me to be.”
This was exactly what Harry had hoped to avoid. “Blaise, I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do.”
“I know. That is why I want to. You are someone that we all aspire to be. You may not mean to be, but you can’t help it. You are everything that we all want to be. I am simply telling you that I want to help. I will try.”
Harry simply nodded not knowing what to say. He watched sadly as Zabini walked away. He was gratified, but he was frightened at the power he held over some of the people in this world. He didn’t want anyone else to die for him. He couldn’t understand why he had to do this again. wasn’t the first time enough, hadn’t he risked it all enough? What was fate waiting for? Perhaps he had to die, before it would be over. He felt old and tired. What would happen if he just killed himself? Even as he thought of it, he knew that he couldn’t do it. Just like in his home world, there were people that would suffer if he did that.
Chapter Eight
He went back to his dorm in the dungeons, there was so much that he needed to think about. If he hadn’t been marked as Voldemort’s equal in this world, what did that mean for his ability to kill him. Was there even a prophesy, and if not, than maybe he had no obligation here. He knew better even as the thought crossed his mind. He was here for a reason, and it was beginning to look like this world needed him even more than his own had. He had been a pawn in war, now he might have to actually be a general.
It suddenly occurred to him that one way to know if the Horcruxes, existed in this world was to find items that he knew were such. He wondered if the fact that Sirius apparently wasn’t wanted, meant that he could still get him into number 12. The locket was there originally. Without other events, it probably still was. He would have to find out what had happened to the man, or barring that, what had happened to the house.
He needed allies, and at the moment he was woefully shy on ones that he could trust. He wished that things were different here, and he could once again count on Hermione’s brain and Ron’s loyalty, but that wasn’t the case, and all he had were people that he had good reason not to trust. It seemed clear that the diary had not made itself known, he didn’t want to risk the cave, that had ultimately taken Dumbledore’s arm and his life.
He was deeply in thought and didn’t hear the door open. He quickly found himself pounced on by Blaise. He reacted poorly by stupefying the boy. It all had happened so quickly that he hadn’t realized that he had even moved until he stood over the boy with wand in hand. After a couple deep breaths he enervated him.
Blaise looked at him with a chagrinned expression. “Sorry, I know better, but you looked so appetizing sitting there, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Harry couldn’t get over how weird everything was. “What do you want, Zabini?”
The boy looked put out for a moment, before smirking. “I would think that it was obvious, Potter. I want you. If you are looking for some kind of role playing, I am sure that I can more than live up to whatever image you are going for.” He gave a sly wink. “Maybe you are after a little rival action, huh? We are not friends, we are long enemies, perhaps?”
Harry wasn’t sure how to respond, he didn’t want to appear too different than what was normal in this world, but he had no interest in the boy. He decided on non-committal. “At some point the game might be worth pursuing, but at the moment I have things that I have to do.” He did his best impression of a leer.
Blaise, seemed to take that as a come on. He wrapped his arms around him and ran a hand down his body till he met the buttons on his pants. “You can’t be too busy for a blow job, Harry.” Without ceremony, he dropped to his knees and had Harry uncovered in a heart beat. He looked up into green eyes, as he lowered his head to worship the piece of flesh before him.
Harry wanted to stop him, he really did, but the sensation of warm lips surrounding him, made his head spin. He knew that this was not who he was, and worse yet, he was taking advantage. He tried to push the mouth away and found his hands gripped tightly. His will to fight was being sapped by that talented mouth. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him as the boy on his knees took him all the way in. He had never experienced anything like this in his previous life. His love life with Ginny had been pretty much vanilla. This was his first blow, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations. His body seemed to react without his will, and he found himself thrusting into the boy’s mouth. Harry knew this wasn’t right and as gently as he could moved the boy away.
He was greeted by an angry and perplexed Slytherin. “Blaise, Thank you. that really was wonderful, but I can’t do this right now. Things are changing for me, and I have to concentrate on fixing some problems.” He could see the confusion and reluctant acceptance.
“Harry, is this about the dark lord?”
Harry could see the apprehension, but at this point it was pointless to worry about details that he didn’t know. “Yes. I have to take him out at some point, and the sooner the better.” He had no idea how this would play. The boy had called him the dark lord, not a good sign, but he had to find out where those around him were aligned, and this was as good a way as any.
“I will help in any way that I can. I just don’t know that I can do it out in the open.”
Harry could see the sincerity and felt more than a little relieved. “I am not really asking as of yet, but I am grateful. I have some puzzles to solve before I can even think about taking this on face first. I am only asking for space at the moment.” Harry thought about his friends in his own world and added “When I have my shit together, we can talk about your take, and if you want to be involved.”
Blaise nodded and tucked Harry’s penis into his pants. “I know that we are not a couple, and I know that you don’t really understand the loyalty that you inspire. I just want you to know that I would follow you. You are smart, powerful, and perhaps most important, you empathize with just about everyone. I have never seen so much love in my life. I don’t want to die. We are the house of cunning and, quite frankly artifice, but I will try to be what you want me to be.”
This was exactly what Harry had hoped to avoid. “Blaise, I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do.”
“I know. That is why I want to. You are someone that we all aspire to be. You may not mean to be, but you can’t help it. You are everything that we all want to be. I am simply telling you that I want to help. I will try.”
Harry simply nodded not knowing what to say. He watched sadly as Zabini walked away. He was gratified, but he was frightened at the power he held over some of the people in this world. He didn’t want anyone else to die for him. He couldn’t understand why he had to do this again. wasn’t the first time enough, hadn’t he risked it all enough? What was fate waiting for? Perhaps he had to die, before it would be over. He felt old and tired. What would happen if he just killed himself? Even as he thought of it, he knew that he couldn’t do it. Just like in his home world, there were people that would suffer if he did that.