Innocence Impaired
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
25,741
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The Dark Lord Awaits
“You are late,” the annoyance was clear in the stance and voice of the wizard in front of him, the room was circular, bare stone walls, bare stone floors, the air was even bare, not a scent of anything not even stale air, it was a room of dark nothing. “What is your excuse this time Jake?”
Jake inclined his head towards the bald man, the abnormally tall and gaunt wizard that had destroyed many families in the first war, haunted families when he disappeared and now terrified them again with rumours that he may well be alive. He handed over a small brown package to the Dark Lord without saying anything, watching for a reaction when he flicked through the half a dozen muggle photographs all focused on one black haired boy and one blonde haired girl.
“He is what has been keeping me, him and the girl,” Jake explained without the detail, if the man wanted that, then there would be prices set and deals to be made. Jake didn’t do something for nothing, in fact in this day and age, nobody did.
“And this, this is Harry Potter? This is the boy you have been dealing with over the last half a year? Why is it only now you come to me with this information, what do you want. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you!” Jake had been kicked to his knees, his head wrenched back by his brown locks and the ivory wand pressed tightly against his throat. “Give me one reason why I should let you live.” Spittle flew from the wizards mouth as he snarled at the squib who had cried out when his already once broken knee had smashed into the stone flooring.
“-I’m the only one who knows where the boy is-” Jake rasped out, his fingers twitched as the wand dug deeper into his throat, cutting off his breathing, cutting off his shrieks of pain as he knee was dragged and twisted under him.
“Yes, it would appear so- at current-,” furious red eyes dug deep into curiously horrified blue ones, he raised his wand to the traffickers forehead, leaving a red raw mark on his neck. “Legilimens!”
The Dark Lord mentally grabbed fistfuls of flesh and ripped the meat apart, distance screams didn’t disrupt him in his search for the memories he wanted, no needed to have the information. He clawed at purple, blue, green, aqua, yellow memories, all indicating affairs in the man’s past he had no interest in.
He scrapped through his romantic ordeals with disgust; he attacked the man’s childhood with careless hands until he finally reached what he wanted. Fifteen golden bubbles sat cocooned in a black bloodied mess. Lord Voldemort grit his teeth and punctured the one he was closest too, suction pulled him into the fractured memories of the youth he wanted.
He fell through the memories and watched their business deals, he watched the boy as an mind wind swept him around, long robes bellowing around him fiercely; he watched the boy’s body movements, the reactions with the girl, the way the pair reacted to the way Jake moved or motioned towards his colleagues, the cold and vacant eyes, the lightning bolt scar- he smashed into an invisible blackness and was forcibly thrown from the man’s mind, his own mind erupted with pain that left the Dark Wizard breathless from being torn asunder from the counter-attack.
He staggered away from the younger man whom was currently curled into a ball on the floor whimpering, rather pathetically he thought distantly, and sat down heavily on the stone floor. He raised his wand lazily and pointed it at the quivering man.
“Crucio.”
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I'm sooooooooo sorry for leaving this story hanging there has been so much going on in the last.....year? two years? XD okay that sounds bad.
I promise to continue with ALL of my stories and i'm so so SORRY for the short...alright longish....very long wait
o.0
:)
x
Jake inclined his head towards the bald man, the abnormally tall and gaunt wizard that had destroyed many families in the first war, haunted families when he disappeared and now terrified them again with rumours that he may well be alive. He handed over a small brown package to the Dark Lord without saying anything, watching for a reaction when he flicked through the half a dozen muggle photographs all focused on one black haired boy and one blonde haired girl.
“He is what has been keeping me, him and the girl,” Jake explained without the detail, if the man wanted that, then there would be prices set and deals to be made. Jake didn’t do something for nothing, in fact in this day and age, nobody did.
“And this, this is Harry Potter? This is the boy you have been dealing with over the last half a year? Why is it only now you come to me with this information, what do you want. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you!” Jake had been kicked to his knees, his head wrenched back by his brown locks and the ivory wand pressed tightly against his throat. “Give me one reason why I should let you live.” Spittle flew from the wizards mouth as he snarled at the squib who had cried out when his already once broken knee had smashed into the stone flooring.
“-I’m the only one who knows where the boy is-” Jake rasped out, his fingers twitched as the wand dug deeper into his throat, cutting off his breathing, cutting off his shrieks of pain as he knee was dragged and twisted under him.
“Yes, it would appear so- at current-,” furious red eyes dug deep into curiously horrified blue ones, he raised his wand to the traffickers forehead, leaving a red raw mark on his neck. “Legilimens!”
The Dark Lord mentally grabbed fistfuls of flesh and ripped the meat apart, distance screams didn’t disrupt him in his search for the memories he wanted, no needed to have the information. He clawed at purple, blue, green, aqua, yellow memories, all indicating affairs in the man’s past he had no interest in.
He scrapped through his romantic ordeals with disgust; he attacked the man’s childhood with careless hands until he finally reached what he wanted. Fifteen golden bubbles sat cocooned in a black bloodied mess. Lord Voldemort grit his teeth and punctured the one he was closest too, suction pulled him into the fractured memories of the youth he wanted.
He fell through the memories and watched their business deals, he watched the boy as an mind wind swept him around, long robes bellowing around him fiercely; he watched the boy’s body movements, the reactions with the girl, the way the pair reacted to the way Jake moved or motioned towards his colleagues, the cold and vacant eyes, the lightning bolt scar- he smashed into an invisible blackness and was forcibly thrown from the man’s mind, his own mind erupted with pain that left the Dark Wizard breathless from being torn asunder from the counter-attack.
He staggered away from the younger man whom was currently curled into a ball on the floor whimpering, rather pathetically he thought distantly, and sat down heavily on the stone floor. He raised his wand lazily and pointed it at the quivering man.
“Crucio.”
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I'm sooooooooo sorry for leaving this story hanging there has been so much going on in the last.....year? two years? XD okay that sounds bad.
I promise to continue with ALL of my stories and i'm so so SORRY for the short...alright longish....very long wait
o.0
:)
x