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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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A bit of chaos
KM: Hello my faithful minions- erhm... I mean readers!
Nagini: holds sign up Minions? Strange one you are, but at least you have good minions not like my Master stupid ones, yes?
KM: Of course! Only the best for me!
Lilly: KM... please tell me you didn’t!
KM: If you are talking about the fact that I made Tommy-hun wear a tutu, make him dance, film him and then post it on YouTube... well, then you are right!
Tom: holds sign up You are evil!
Harry: Now you see why I hate her more than you!
Disclaimer: You are mocking me aren’t you? ... Yes, yes you are...
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: Well, you get to see what Snape is up to and other stuff... uhrm... and a little surprise for my faithful minions- erhm readers. And no it is no smut! Even though I wish it was! Nagini agrees with me but Harry and Tom threaten to strike... soo yeah! But I will do it anyways... hehehehe... You have to wait for that then till we are near the end of the chapter! But hush! Don’t tell Tommy and Harry! There will be surprise then too! MWAHAHAHA... cough Oh yeah and you get to see what happened in Gringotts! I hope I did it alright that is the first time I do it and I can guess that you will see it too... some tips about it how to do it better next time?
Voldie-Kitty
Chapter 8
A bit of chaos
~*~Time skip three days The Burrow~*~
The Burrow was silent. Not a peep of sound was heard. It was strange when you thought about it. Normally the house would be buzzing with life and sound. People would be running around and an explosion would be heard then and again. But now there was not a peep of sound nor was a person seen there. It was empty safe for a few gnomes in the garden but that was it. The garden was wild and did not look like it had been attendant to in a long time. The house itself was in a somewhat clean state safe for a fine layer of dust in it. No furniture was in it. It seemed that the Weasely family had moved out. There was actually a pretty good reason why they had to move out. When Harry had found out before his second year in Hogwarts when visiting Gringotts that Dumbledore and the Weaselys had stolen money from him.
It is needless to say that it got ugly for the Weaselys and Harry was not happy when he had heard about.
~*^^*~FLASHBACK~*^^*~
“Mister Potter we have something to discuss with you” said Griphook when Harry had asked him to visit his vault.
Harry blinked a few times and then nodded, not understanding what was going on. He just wanted to some gold from his vault for this year school and then Griphook came and wants to talk with him. But he it had to be something very serious then. Because that was the first time that he saw a grim look on the goblins face, when you forgot that he was only one time there, and he got the feeling that this was very bad then.
“Okay, Griphook.” The goblin was surprised that someone remembered him, no less that it was a person that had only seen him one time, only they all were called when talked to ‘hey it...’. Not something that you want to hear. “May I ask what this is all about?”
“You may, it has come to our attention that gold went missing from you vaults a-” but Griphook did not get to finish.
“Vaults as in more than one? But I was told I had only one” Harry said puzzled.
Now it was the goblins turn to look puzzled. Somehow Harry got the feeling that this was not very good.
“Please come with me, Mister Potter. It is better you talk with my boss about this”
Okay, now Harry knew that this was not very good. He was lead through a silver door to another door. This one was a big platinum one and lead to the head of the goblins. Before Harry could enter Griphook made him stopped and told him to wait till he was given the sign to enter. Harry just nodded, still not understanding what was going and why. Griphook turned away from Harry and entered through the door and closed it. Harry just stood outside and looked around a bit. It was long hallway with a green carpet and at the walls were painting of goblins in armour or in battle. They were actually pretty interesting but before Harry could get a better look on them came Griphook back.
“If you would follow me, Mister Potter” he said with his usual sneer in his face.
Harry just shrugged and followed the goblin inside. What he saw inside let his jaw drop. The room was bigger than Hogwarts Great Hall. Bookshelves upon bookshelves lined along the wall with very big windows between every three shelves. At the end of the room were two very big windows behind a black desk. Behind the desk sat an elderly looking goblin. Harry just let Griphook lead him to the goblin behind the desk. Griphook bowed to the goblin behind the desk and then took his leave. He knew that this could get ugly now.
“Sit down, Mister Potter” before Harry knew it, he was sitting in a chair and blinked at the goblin. “We have to discuss about your vaults. It seemed that a certain Headmaster had over taken them without your permission”
Harry’s eye twitched when he heard this. Again the old man was trying to play with him. But this time he would do something against this. He had enough of this and wanted to know what was going on here!
“Could you please explain to me what is going on? And not to sound rude” he hesitated here. “But who the hell are you?”
The goblin just chuckled at what the boy had told him. It was not every time that you heard something like this coming from a wizard. Usually they would have sneered at him and demanded an answer from them. But this boy was polite to him and asked something of him. Every normal wizard had not done this. But then again, Harry was not a normal wizard and never seemed to follow their rules.
“I am Ragnarock, head of the goblins and the chef here in Gringotts” he introduced himself with a nasty smirk in his face.
“Pleasure to meet you, Ragnarock” Harry said with a small smile. “I don’t think you need to know my name, do you?”
A smirk was his answer and he chuckled lightly. “But down to business, Mister Potter. I will explain to you what has happened to you and your vaults. And when I get this right from Griphook then you did not get our owls too”
Harry stared at Raganrock before he answered. “What owls?” but then his eyes narrowed in anger. “I kill that old man”
Ragnarock wasn’t that surprised to hear this. He could already imagine what the old fool was trying to play at. But now he could pay him back but first things first.
“Mister Potter, since the night you were defeated Voldemort money has been taken from your account that you gave no permission I take it. How could you even. You were too small for that. The money taken from you was given to the Weaselys and Dumbledore and an Order of the Phoenix I take you know nothing of?”
Harry just nodded when he heard this. Money was taken from him? That bloody old coot was going down! His eyes flashed in anger and nodded to Ragnarock to continue.
“The sum in total missing from you has been over 5 million galleons that have been given to each of them thus making it over 15 million galleons. We can retrieve them for you again and of course the ones that have taken your money have to pay you more back. It would make in all about 7 million galleons plus the 5 million galleons taken from you. It would be 12 million galleons in all that all of them would have to pay. Is that to your liking?” asked him Ragnarock while looking though some papers.
“Yes, it is. And I do anything to stop this from happening ever again? Like getting new key and make sure only I can enter and take money?” he asked with a frown.
“Yes, that is possible, but it will cost you s-”
“I pay it! Was there anything else taken?”
“No, Dumbledore has tried to take heirlooms and books out of your vaults but that was impossible for him. The only way to take heirlooms is when you are the heir himself and of the blood of the family though they were safe. The only thing Dumbledore could take from you was the money that will be back before the day is over.”
Harry nodded at hearing this. This was good to hear and he was glad that he got the money back. It didn’t interest him that much but it was something of his family even though it was only gold. It still belonged to his family and it should stay there. He was and always should be the only one to have access to it.
“Is there anything else that I should know about?” he asked, when he was already here, why not?
“Yes, I need your blood to make a new key and some gold to form it. Your blood would be keyed into it like it will be done with your vaults. Your old key will not be working anymore. We have to make five more of this. One for your family vault, one for your trust vault, another one for your money that you get from a shop in Knockturn Alley, another for a business that the Potter family has and then the last one would be for an orphanage that your parents have planned to built.”
Harry was gobsmacked when he heard this. Five vaults, he was the owner of five vaults? And he owned a business and a shop in Knockturn Alley? That was much to take in for him. He never knew that his family had a business and a shop. He heard about this for the first time. But he wanted to know more about this, especially the orphanage that his parents wanted to build.
“Can you tell me more about this? I have actually no idea what it is all about”
“Of course, Mister Potter, the business of your family is actually in the Muggle world. I do not know much but I can give you a file about it later. What I do know is that it is working with medicine and trying to find cures for disease out there. I am not sure if I got that right. But you have to wait for the file. I know that a good friend of your family has taken over the business till you can take it over”
“Ehm... wow, I don’t really know what to say...” Harry trailed off.
“The shop in Knockturn Ally is about the Dark Arts. Contrary to popular belief, the Potter family is neutral and practices both arts. I have a file about this shop for you ready like the other one in a week times.”
“Old lying bastard” muttered Harry under his breath.
This was the first time that he heard that his family wasn’t as light as everyone had told him. He was seething in the inside and ready to explode when he had heard this. Why was it that everyone was lying to him? Why couldn’t they just tell him the truth for one time? First his relatives had lied to him then Dumbledore, the Weaselys and so many others. He didn’t really know whom to trust anymore. But he knew this. He would go neutral. The wizarding world could go and fight this war alone? Why is that they had to sent a child to fight for them? A child that barely knew anything about wizards and their ways, a child that didn’t know how to control its power yet, a child that still needed to grow up and be just that, a child! The adults hold more power than him and together they would have defeated Voldemort so easily before so many had to die because they were cowards. He sneered in the inside at these thoughts. This world was just pathetic.
Sometimes he wasn’t so really sure who was worse. Muggles or wizards, maybe both were the same? He didn’t know. But they really were just pathetic cowards.
“And what about the orphanage?” this was the only thing that did interest him.
“It seems that your parents wanted to build an orphanage for children with magical ability that were Muggleborn though that they were not abused at home. I seem to remember that it was your mother’s idea”
Harry’s eyes had widened in shock at hearing about his mother. It was her idea to do this? He could imagine that she would suggest such a thing. Why should she not? He remembered the way Petunia; he refused to call her an aunt because she never acted like on, treated him when he was younger and still does. Maybe this was the reason she was doing. He had to keep himself from crying at this thought. It was so hard to hear about your parents and not to cry about them, especially when you can’t even remember them at all and only hear about them.
“Is... there anything else?” he said while taking a deep breath. This was a lot harder than he had thought.
“No, Mister Potter, that was all and the files will be send to you in a week’s times and with other documents and about the money that we have transferred back to your vaults.”
Harry just nodded. Still not understanding anything, give him a break! The boy is just twelve and has already this much dumped on him. Anyone else would have already collapse under stress because of this.
“About this key...?” he asked.
Of course, he had nearly forgotten about this one. But it had to be done. He didn’t want Dumbledore on his money again. It was his and the old coot’s.
“Of course, I need to slit your wrist with this dagger” a silver dagger with a white blade was handed to him. “And let your blood pour into this cup. Your wound will heal itself when there is enough blood in it and then I will add the gold. The rest is done on its own, just like magic”
Harry had to laugh at the last part and shook his head in amusement. The cup looked just like an ordinary one. Nothing special, it was made out of glass and had a ruby on one side while on the other side something was engraved into it. Harry held his wrist above the cup and then slit it with a bit of hesitation. It didn’t hurt like he had thought it would. But maybe that was because the dagger was laced with magic like the cup. It would explain it. After the cup was half full his wound closed up and made sure that not even a scar was left. Harry blinked a bit at that. Even though he did not lose much blood it still made him lightheaded. He shook his head again, just in time to see that the gold was added.
When the gold came in tough with the blood, it soaked itself full with it and then began to break apart in five pieces. Each piece slowly turned into a key. The keys had each a different size and number on them. Ragnarock took the keys and eyed them a good five minutes before he began to speak in a language which Harry did not understand. Maybe it was a goblin language who knows? Harry just shrugged at this and waited for his keys to be handed over.
“Here are your keys, Mister Potter; the old ones have been annulled. This will cost you ten galleons and five sickles; we will take this later out of your vault if it is alright?”
Harry just nodded while taking the keys and binding them on a string of leather. Later he would have to go and get something better to hide his keys in. Maybe he could get a special made box for them or a chain though only he could touch them?
“Good day Ragnarock, I will take my leave now... I have still to go and shop for my school and make sure no one gets their hands on these” he jingled with the keys to show his point.
“Of course and ...”
~*^^*~END FLASHBACK~*^^*~
Of course Harry got the money back and the Weaselys had to give up their property to pay him the money, but in the end even that had to be given to Harry. It was just too much gold that they owned him. They are still paying him back all of the money and have only reach a few hundred galleons by doing so. With the property it would had been two thousands. It was not much. Dumbledore of course could pay everything in one go away, just like the Order’s. It had damaged them and they even had to sell the things that the Order owned and Dumbledore himself. It was just too much money. To pay back over 24 million galleons is really much. It had left a big dent in Dumbledore’s vaults and he had to sell some heirlooms.
Now that the property was empty and no one really looking after it, people were getting curious as to why. And one curious person by the name of Narcissa Malfoy had gotten the mission to find out why exactly it was like this. Actually, she had made it her personal mission. It was not like she had anything better to do. Saiko didn’t have any missions for her for the time being and Lucius would never let her help him, not that she wanted to. The man was just bonkers in her opinion. He was not the man that she had married anymore. He had change and that was not for the better. She had made her way to the neighbourhood of the Weasely family but so far she had no such luck in finding out who had bought it. She knew that the goblins probably knew who had bought it but they would never tell her who it was. She scoffed at that thought. Those little buggers really knew how to make her life harder than it normally was.
With a sigh she made her way back home. She knew that she wouldn’t find out anything today. Might as well go home now and try again tomorrow.
~Snape~
Serverus Snape had not heard in month from the Potter brat. It was not that he cared about said brat. But it was just unusual to not hear about the boy. Not even the press could get their hold on him any longer. It was something that made the potion Master think. What could possibly be going on that the brat had to leave the school? It was not like the boy to just stand up and leave the school. He was too much of a Gryffindor in every sense to do so. Snape was even sure that it has nothing to do with the Dark Lord. It had been a while since he had gotten an order from that bastard and so far he was silent. It didn’t give Snape a good feeling about this. Because since Voldemort was silent someone other was making the people fear them. It was no Death Eaters. It was someone totally different and somehow he got the feeling that he knew that someone very well. He did not know why he got that feeling. But maybe it was because of his years as a spy that he had somehow gotten such a gut feeling.
It did help him when he was always with the Dark Lord and with Dumbledore, always telling them what they wanted to hear but never saying the truth. Maybe he would tell them a half-truth but never a real truth to them, who knows what they would have done then with the information? But before the Dark Lord had went missing he had began to tell the whole truth about his information to him. He had gotten the feeling that his Lord, he sneered at the words, would win the war. The Potter boy did say that he was neutral in his second year and had made it clear that he would not fight for the wizarding world anymore. He hadn’t really understood why the boy had said this back then. But he somehow got the feeling that ‘the-oh-so-generous-Headmaster’ had something to do with this. It wouldn’t surprise him at all. But he had to smirk when he thought back then to that summer, the owls from Gringotts had been delivering Dumbledore two letters stating he would have to pay 24 million galleons back to the Potter for stealing from his vaults and the Weaselys had, too, gotten one.
When he was back at home he hadn’t been able to hold in him anymore. He had begun to laugh. It was so full of humour and mirth that he couldn’t stop for a good five minutes. He had always wondered where the Headmaster had gotten the money to pay for the Order and the Weasleys. But that was cleared then when he had seen the owls. They all had deserved it. How they all could steal from a little boy, who did not even know about till he was twelve years old, was beyond him. He had to give it to the boy to even make knew keys to all of his vaults and making sure that he was the only one to enter them. The boy had change from then on. Sometimes when no one was watching he saw how the boy was acting like a Slytherin. Of course he saw it all; he wasn’t a spy for nothing. But when the boy came back to Hogwarts in his fourth with a new look and a hate for the Headmaster that made Voldemort’s look like a child’s, he knew that the headmaster had screwed up big time.
And now it was the same. He was sure that it was the Headmaster again that had made the boy to leave the school. He now wondered what would happen now. He knew that the boy was neutral and that he had connections because of his status. Maybe the boy could help him out of this misery that his life was in. He was getting tired of being a double agent. It was stealing his sleep and making him look older than he was. He hadn’t really gotten a good night’s rest in a long time. He and his body were suffering because of it and not only that but his magic too. It was sensing that its master too was not in good health. He needed to change that.
“I can’t believe that I am going to do this.” he said to himself while staring out of a window and into a forest near his manor. “But it is the only way out for me...”
~Malfoy Manor~
It should not be said that the Malfoy family is poor. No, it was far from, being one of the oldest families out there made them filthy rich though it was no surprise that they had their own property and house that was more like a castle. Narcissa Malfoy was currently in the study of her husband and searching for something in it. Of course, her husband was not at home to see this happening and this was good. Narcissa had been given the mission to go and search for Lucius and Dumbledore’s next plan. She was standing behind Lucius’ desk and carefully looking through some files and making sure that she was not leaving any proofs behind that someone had been looking through them. It would be fatal for her if she was found out. But so far she hadn’t gotten anything. Her brow furrowed in thought. She knew that Dumbledore had been in their Manor last night and talked with Lucius. But she did not know what it was about. Actually she knew but she hadn’t heard much about it but that Harry Potter was safe from the two of them and that Dumbledore had nearly gotten arrested.
She had to smile at that thought. Dumbledore in Azkaban would really make her life easier and that of her family. She had to smile when she thought about the fact that could after long thirteen years hug her cousin Sirius. He had been so shocked when he had found out that she had been on her Lady Saiko’s side for such a long time. She sighed when she didn’t found anything and made to leave the study but not before she waved with her wand over it when she was at the door. Making sure that there was no trace left that she had been in the room at all, she knew how paranoid Lucius had gotten as of late. When she was satisfied that no trace was left she closed the door behind her with a silent ‘click’ and wandered the hallway to the kitchen. It was time for lunch anyways.
~Grimmaul Place living-room~
Lord Voldemort was currently hiding in the living-room from his nagging familiar with the name Nagini. Now he remembered too why had given her the name Nagini. `Damn nagging snake! Why can’t she just leave me alone?´ he asked himself while lying flat on the ground under the couch. She hadn’t left him alone since she had gotten it in her brain that he was, or at least liked the boy to some attend, in love with the boy. But no way in hell was that true! Of course, somehow over the time with the boy he had taken a little, itsy bitsy, tiny bit liking to the boy. Really, that was not much! But now Nagini thought she had to play match maker for her son, Harry, and her Master. They both needed someone in their lives though why not make the two of them mates then? Nagini did think it was a great idea but Voldemort on the other hand did not.
§§Massssster? Where are you?§§
Voldemort hold his breath when he saw Nagini slither in front of his hiding place. No way can she find him here.
§§Massssster, thisssss isssss not funny. You need to tell my little Sssssnakeling and make him your mate§§
Voldemort had never thought that his familiar could be this stubborn and frightening when it came to the matter about mates.
§§Maybe Massssster isssss in the kitchen? Or with my little Sssssnakeling§§
Only when Voldemort was sure that Nagain had left the room did he dare to breathe again. He slowly crawled out of his hiding place and then stretched while looking around the room. There was no Nagini nor was there any other person in here. But he knew that it would not be safe for him here anymore and as much as he loathed to admit. He was the safest with the boy. He made his way over to the door, which was thankfully open, and let his head poke out and look around. When he saw that no one was out there, did he exist the room and made his way over to the stairs. He twitched when he was in front of them. They were his worst enemy as of yet because they were so huge and he in his tiny kitten body had problems to get them up. Though with a kitty-sigh he began to climb them up while looking out for Nagini, one never knew when she would pop up and scare you or try to get you to admit that you love someone you hate.
After one hour full of torture, climbing stairs can be so exhausting when you are a small kitten, had Voldemort reach the end of the stairs. He let out a yelp when he was suddenly picked up and tried to fight whoever it was that was picking him up. His ears were met with a giggle that he knew very well by now. He hissed when he was face to face with the person and let his ears lie flat on his head.
“So you are hiding from Nagini too huh?”
Voldemort cocked his head to the side. What did the brat mean with too? He blinked when he understood why. Though the brat was harassed by his snake too, at least he wasn’t suffering alone in this anymore. Harry, after he was sure that Nagini was nowhere to be seen, made his way to his room with Tom in his arms. He didn’t really have anything against Nagini but somehow he got a bad feeling when he saw the way she was eyeing him and softly hissing to herself. He had caught the words ‘mate’, ‘would be good’ and ‘he would be perfect for him’. Somehow he got the feeling that Nagini was not talking about some nobody when she was eyeing him and talking with herself.
“Hopefully I will be safe in my room... or maybe I just let a rat loose. That should take care of her for a few hours, right?” Harry asked his kitten which just flicked an ear and looked at him. “Some help you are.”
Voldemort just, when he could at least, shrugged and turned his head away. He wanted to be somewhere safe from his own familiar. How the hell did he end up like this? Maybe it was because he was a kitten and Nagini could blackmail him easily? Damn snake and her mothering attitude. Before Voldemort knew it, he found himself on soft and comfy bed. It was actually something he wished he would own. His own bed wasn’t as comfy as that from Potter. Maybe when he was back to his old self he could steal it? Harry had closed his door and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Today was a tiring day. Sirius had come back and then vanished again before he could say even ‘hello’. Remus, too, had come by and then left him too again. Then Nagini had been asking him question what he would need in his mate. It was strange but nonetheless had he answered her.
Then before he knew it Tom had started a ruckus in the dining room and nearly destroyed all the furniture in it. This had all happened before it was lunch too! Though he had to go and repair them, of course he could use his wand now. He was homeschooled now and that meant that the Ministry gave him the allowance to do magic outside of school. It was a plus for him. When that was done he had done some lunch for himself, Tom and Nagini which ended with Tom always eyeing Nagini as if she would eat him and then him running away. Harry sighed tiredly. Today was not his day.
“You little buggers, make my life a hell, why don’t you?” he muttered under his breath while his eyes slowly began to close.
Maybe a nap would do him good? He had taken a few lately more than he usually did. Maybe it was because he had to look after Nagini and Tom now. Those two really did know how to keep him on his toes. He took his pants off and self-made jumper from Hermione, she insisted that she had to make one for her brother, and threw them away carelessly. He change into a white t-shirt that reached mid thigh and before Harry’s head hit the pillow was he asleep. Voldemort was off sitting to the side and decided to join Potter. He had nothing better to do anyways.
~Hogwarts, Slytherin common room~
The Slytherin common room was empty. Not one person was in it and nothing was heard in it. It was something unusual to see and hear. Normally there would always be a little group in there and talking about something. It was then that a low chuckled was heard though the room that wasn’t as empty as it first looked like. In a corner were the shadows melted together and let no light live in was a cloaked person, at least you can hope it was a cloaked person. The person was clad in white and a male. The hood made it impossible to see the face. He stepped out of the shadows and made his way in the direction of the dorms for the males in sixth year. He was here because his superior was told that one of the boys in the Slytherin dorm would have something that would help them.
On his way to the dorm he saw that the walls were empty. No portraits were hanging there or a candle floating in the air to have some light in there. That was something very unusual. But then again this was the Slytherin dorm. You would think it would be more made for a snake and not like this. He shrugged at seeing this and pushed a door open that lead to the dorm of one Blaise Zabini. When he had heard right then this was the boy that had been working for his superior since he was eleven years old. Just like every other one in his family had done when they were given the invitation to visit Hogwarts. The boy was an excellent spy and tracker. Something like this they didn’t see in years, of course they had decent ones and better. But the boy had the talent in these fields.
He made his way over to the trunk of the boy and opened it. Not in the least afraid if something should happen to him. The trunks that they were using had all been special made for all of the people that worked for them. Making sure that only they could open them and no one other, who knows what would happen when it were possible. All their secrets out of in the open like that. He found the object that he was told to bring back immediately when he opened the trunk. It was lying already out for him to take. He didn’t really know what it was with the object but he didn’t really need to know right now. He would hear about it later on when he had brought it back.
“But I do wonder though... what could be possible here that would be of use...?” he said in a clearly deep and husky voice.
~Egypt, Gringotts~
William Arthur Weasely, or in short Bill Weasely, was currently on a mission for his boss. When Bill had first heard of his family using the Harry Potter’s money, he had left them the next day. Charlie had followed him in his ‘exile’. He couldn’t understand how they could do something like that. They didn’t even know the boy and yet they were stealing money from him. It was just not right. He knew that the twins had wanted to come with him too but they couldn’t. They were too young and small but already understood what their family was doing was wrong. He had just told them he would come for them when they were older. He didn’t really want anything to do with his own family anymore. He had been disgusted with their behaviour. That wasn’t like them, not at all. His parents had been so loving and caring but when they had the words that they could get money. It had changed them. He couldn’t really think about it without feeling disgust and shame for his own family.
He sighed and wiped the sweat of his forehead. The sun was shining down on him, unforgiving while he was studying very strong wards around a pyramid. He didn’t know why but the wards that surrounded this pyramid where stronger than the ones had usually encountered. Of course it was not unusual for him to see such things. He was working for goblins after all. But this time they were very tricky and the heat and sun were not helping him one bit with his concentration.
“Damn wards....” his brow furrowed in thought and his hand was rubbing his chin in thought. “How can I break these? Urgh! It is no use! I need a break or my brain fries here!”
With a frustration growl he made his way over to the tents for the employees of Gringotts. The goblins that had come with him, as usual not trusting humans and their ways they claimed, were watching him. Bill had a long time ago learned to ignore their stares. Their gaze burning in his back and narrowing in on him, as if they thought he stole something. He muttered under his breath and let himself plopped down on a chair with a sigh and rubbed his temples. Today was not really his day. He groaned loudly when the headache, he had since yesterday, was making itself known again. He grimaced in pain and let his head rest in his hands. Maybe he should have stayed in bed today but it was no use. He needed the money and he could visit his brothers as soon as this job was finished. Even when it was after the Christmas holidays, he could always asked Sirius if he could stay with him. The twins he could visit every day but Harry would have to wait for the weekends then.
He looked up from the ground when he heard his name being called. He blinked when he saw that it was none other Darkedge. He was actually the only goblin that Bill could talk normally with. Okay, maybe not normal but they made some civil talk without getting sneered at or smirked at every two seconds as if he were something lesser than them. Maybe he was, maybe he was not. He did not know if he really was or not. That would something he would never find out at all.
“What is it?” he asked blinking.
“You have post”
“Uhmm... from whom?” he asked totally confused.
Normally he would never get a letter to this time of the year. He had made sure that his parents did not know his owl address and the only persons that did know it were the twins. He didn’t trust anyone other with that information. He knew that those two could keep it safe.
“How should I know? Am I your mother?” was the reply.
“No?” somehow he got the feeling to bash his head against the nearest hard surface.
“Then don’t ask me questions I do not have an answer to!” he sneered at Bill but muttered under his breath. “Humans, hopeless creatures they are! They can’t even use their brains and always need help like some little child.”
Bill’s left eye twitched when he heard the goblin’s muttering that he did not try to hide at all. The others around him snickered at him while the humans shook their heads in sympathy with him. Each of them having heard those words directed at them at point in their career with Gringotts. But Bill was a special case, you see. He got to hear those lovely words every day. You would think that he would have learned after years with working for the goblins when to ask questions and when not. But it seemed that he did not.
“I think we all have understood now Darkedge!” he nearly snarled out. “Can I have the letter now?”
“Of course, but that cost”
Bill groaned when he heard this and just took the letter. “No way am I paying for my own post, Darkedge. Try it with someone other”
Bill left the sneering goblin and made his way over to his tent. He eyed the red envelope and white ink on it. He had no idea from who it could be. But he was sure that he was about to find about.
~Leaky Cauldron~
Sirius groaned when he saw with whom exactly he was supposed to meet with. Why did he agree to go and meet with Saiko’s spy? He knew even before he had agreed to take the mission on that it would be someone that he would hate. And of course he was right. Because it was none other than Augusta Longbottom, his jaw hit the ground at seeing here. What the hell was going on here? He was sure that the woman was, even though she hated Albus Dumbledore, light and nothing other. Never would he have thought that she was in the same league as Saiko. He blinked a few times and wondered when she was about to kill him. Augusta and he were never on friendly terms since the death of Harry’s parents and it hadn’t changed even when he was declared innocent of his supposed crime. He eyed her warily when she took a seat opposite if him.
His left eye twitched when he saw her giving him a smile. He knew that she was doing that only to be polite and that it was completely faked. It was screaming fake loudly at him when he saw it. But nonetheless he gave her a smile back. It was silent between them for a short while till Augusta broke it.
“You know why I am here Black?” she spat his name out as if it was a disease. Yes, this woman knew how to hold a grudge against someone for a long time.
“Of course I want to know why you are here!” he said with a huff and crossed his arms.
Augusta just smiled at him and Sirius glared in her direction. She was enjoying this he just knew it. `Sadistic old hag´ he thought sulking. Why was it her of all people? He would have even preferred to sit here with Bella! Wait, no he wouldn’t. He shook his head that was all just too confusing.
“It is easy, unlike you; my family was always in the serves of the Le-Fey family. It is for us a great honour to work for them.” she told him with a cold voice and a dangerous edge in her old voice. “I have been working for My Lady since I was young and will still do so. But I would have never thought that I would have to work with the likes of you!”
Somehow Sirius got the feeling that Augusta wanted him dead. Maybe it was because she spat the last words at him in a manner that would want you to drop dead to the ground. And somehow the feeling was mutual.
“Don’t worry the feeling’s mutual, old hag” Sirius grinned when he saw the way Augusta huffed and her eyes narrowed in anger at him.
“For you it is Lady Longbottom, whelp! I do not have time for your childish games here! I am here to tell you to look out for Dumbledore and what his next plan will be. But if you are like this.” She said with an angered voice. “Please, be my guest. It will cost you and not I”
Sirius growled at hearing those words. It was the old woman’s fault too! He glared at her with all his might but gave in. It was for Harry’s sake and whatever Dumbles had planned for his godson, it could not be good. Hell, was it ever for the good for his godson? No, of course it was never good for him.
“Fine, Lady Longbottom” he said her name and title in such a mockery he was sure she would jump over the table and kill if her face was anything to go by. “What is that the old goat fucking fool wants to do?”
She smirked at him when she heard his last words. “I thought I would never say such words and Merlin help me to live through them. But I have to agree with you on the old goats behalf.”
Sirius just nodded and waited for to continue. No need to go and start a new fight between them or they would sit here for days.
“As you know we have a few spies in his mists and through that we have heard that he wants to...”
~Grimmauld Place, Harry’s room~
It had been a few hours now since Harry had fallen asleep and he had yet to get a nightmare or to be visited by the Oldy one. Of course if the latter ever knew that Harry was mocking his name in such ways. He was sure that he would be dead in a matter of seconds without any words spoken to him. A great comfort, really. Anyhow, Voldemort was sleeping on his enemy’s chest again after he was nearly thrown of the bed when Potter thought it would be funny to kick out in his sleep. Damn brat what the hell is wrong with him? Why was he such insisting on Voldemort to lose sleep? Of course, he took naps in the day too... but that has nothing to do with it! It was the matter that the brat was trying to stop him from sleeping when he wanted to. And no, he was not sulking damn it!
He shifted on his makeshift pillow while his tail was thumping up and down slightly behind him. He had woken up just a few seconds ago and was yawning and stretching now while Potter was mumbling something in his sleep. It sounded suspiciously like his name and he seemed to moan. He gave Potter a look and asked himself why he was not sucked into those dreams like usual when the boy was asleep. Because he was damn sure that he did not have sent the boy such a dream. Somehow he felt left out when he saw how the boy’s cheeks began to flush and it travelled down from to his neck and seemed to travel farther down. His light red lips parted and he was panting a bit hard. A light sheen of sweat began to cover the boy’s body, making his white t-shirt stick to his body tight and his hair was sticking at his neck while the rest was fanned out under Potter’s body.
Voldemort jumped off the boy’s chest when said person arched up from the bed. He sat beside the boy and eyed the way the boy’s body was writhing. The legs parting on their own and spreading wide open. His back arched in a way that made Voldemort’s eyes widened a bit and wonder just how flexible the boy is. His tail twitched behind him and he could smell the arousal from the boy in the air and of course see it clearly in those boxer’s of his. He heard the boy keen in his sleep and took all his will power to not pounce on the boy, him being kitten a be damned but his instincts began to slowly take over when they saw his mate in such a state. He did not even notice that in his subconscious he had called the boy his mate; he was just too busy admiring the sight in front of him.
“Mhmm... Ngnn... Ah... ha ha... p-p-plea- Agnn”
Voldemort’s head jerked up when he heard the boy keen and moan like this. In this moment he wanted to boy naked though he could pounce on him. He felt how something under his skin began to buzz and hum with power. It let his fur stand up and boil his blood to a heat that was soothing and familiar. His eyes widened when he felt that this was his magic. His magic he thought that he had lost with gaining this body but it seemed he did not. It only has seemed to be locked away and now it was free. Why he did not know. But he knew that he would be using it very soon. Like right now with letting Potter’s boxers vanish. He purred when he saw the boxers vanish and Potter’s semi-erection was freed. He felt his own arousal growing harder with the sight. The boy really was a sight to see and now to get some real taste on him. With a smirk he pounced on the boy.
Harry knew he was dreaming because something like this would never happen in the real life. Voldemort would never ever think about bedding him. Not that the other dreams he had were helping him in this matter. But somehow he got the feeling that this dream was... different? He didn’t really know why. But it felt like it as if... as if it was real? He knew it was a dream though it had to be one right? He supposed so at least. But before he could think more of it he felt something lick his hard cock and he keened loudly at that.
Voldemort was sitting between Potter’s spread legs and letting his magic surrounding him. He felt how his once tiny body began to grow and the fur to vanish. He blinked a few times when he noticed the height difference and smirked when he flexed his muscles. He had his body back and he was in bed with his enemy. Though why should he not use this opportunity and show his dear enemy just what he can do? With a smirk he let Potter’s boxers vanish and his hands rest on his thighs. His thumb making circles on them. He felt how Potter began to tremble under his touch and eyed the erection and with a chuckle then decided to lick it. He was not disappointed when he heard Potter keen loudly. Ah what shall he do now?
Harry whimpered when he felt the hands leave his thighs. He wanted those hands back on this body right now. They made him feel wonderful and wakened something inside of him. He heard a chuckled and only thought that Voldemort was a bastard for doing this to him. He knew by now that it was and always will be Voldemort he would dream about. The bastard had made sure of that. He let out a loud moan when he felt something warm and wet close around him and arched his back.
Voldemort was smirking down at the boy and used his magic to make sure that the boy did not wake up. He didn’t really want to explain to the boy how he came here and stop this nice, little activity of them. Though he made sure that the boy would think that this all was just a dream but he knew that Potter would stop believing this when he woke up and was sore. He let his mouth close around the boy’s erection and sucked hard on it. He let his head then slowly move up and down the shaft stopping to either suck or lick at the cock. The sounds he got to hear were music to his ears.
“Ngnnn... ha ha... AHH...! Tom~!”
Well, they were if it weren’t for the fact that the boy always called him Tom when he did that. Of course he hadn’t had something against it when he was a damn little kitten. It was for his protection and he would be dead if the boy had known that he was Voldemort. Even in his dreams he didn’t like the fact being called this wretched name but the boy just didn’t stop it though he had to teach him a lesson now. Hopefully he would remember it for the next time. He hummed with the shaft still in his mouth and was not disappointed when Potter moaned again. Now to teach the boy to not call him Tom anymore with a smirk he let the cock slid from his mouth and hovered above the boy. His mouth near one of the boy’s ears and blew into it. He chuckled when he saw him shiver and suckled on the boy’s ear lobe.
Harry whimpered when he felt the wonderful heat of the mouth leave him. Why was this happening to him? It was just mean and evil. He could have cried then and there when the mouth had left him. But then he felt a warm breath along his ear and it made him shiver. It was then that he felt that his earlobe was sucked into something wet and warm and it made him mewl. He let his head turn to the side when the mouth began to kiss along the side of his neck. This dream was a really good one and he didn’t want it to stop. The hands were back on his body when he felt them roam about his body and squeezing his butt a few times.
“Ngnnn... To- AH!” a mouth was next to his ear again.
“Now, now Harry, you know that is not what you should call me”
Voldemort snickered when he saw the expression that Harry made and the moan he let out. It was just too much fun to play with the boy like this. He then bit into the boy’s neck and smirked against the flushed and sweaty skin when he heard a loud keening coming from the boy.
“Come on, Harry, you know what name to call me”
Voldemort chuckled when he saw how the boy tried to answer him but only a moan escaped his lips. This was going to be fun for him.
~Hogwarts, Dumbledore’s office~ (KM: Meh is evil! MWAHAHAHAH!!)
Dumbledore was sitting in his office and seething. His spy in the Ministry had not managed to get the damn Potter boy into Azkaban. How hard could it be to get the boy into prison? It is not like there was something stopping them from doing it. It was a simple task that had to be done. Smuggle false proof into the Ministry and make sure that the brat doesn’t get a trail yet let it look like he had gotten one for the public and the Ministry. In short forging false proof and files about the ‘case’ but this did not happen at all. In fact there were never any files and proves sent to the Ministry when he had heard from his other spies in it. The question now for him was who was it that stopped the sending of his ‘proves’ and knew about it? He was sure that he had told no one about this. Not even Lucius just to be sure about it all. Albus let out a heavy sigh and leaned back into his chair in his office.
His plans were being destroyed to get rid of the brat. Everytime he thought that he had finally gotten the brat something destroys his plans or hinders them. But who could be possible doing this? As far as he knew was that only Lucius and him knew about his plans at all and he doubted that the blond would go against him. He was just too power hungry to do this. His white brow furrowed in thought and he tapped a long and bony finger against his chin in thought. The only one he could think of was that damn Saiko. She would be the only one that would dare to go against him. He chuckled weakly at that thought. But that was impossible. Why would she help the brat? He knew that there had to be another reason for her to help the Potter boy. His eyes twinkle madly and an insane glint appeared in his eyes when he remembered something. The memory let him chuckled darkly and a hysteria edge was in it too.
Whatever it is that the old man is remembering it has to be something very cruel. His laughing was growing steadily louder with each passing second and the portraits in his room eyed the Headmaster warily. Each of them knew that Albus had lost it already but this was proof enough that they had needed to hear. They had knew that he was a lost cause when young Harry first entered the office the Headmaster tried to use the Imperio Curse on the young boy. But Hogwarts had stopped the Headmaster at that time and each of them was relieved when Hogwarts had stepped in.
“Oh soooo she is still angry with me because of it eh?” he chuckled darkly at that. “But it will not stop me from taking over...”
The portraits were silently watching the Headmaster. Whatever the old man had planned now, it couldn’t be good. Fakwes was staring at the Headmaster with his black eyes. Eyes narrowing and twinkling with anger he knew that this time the Headmaster was going too far. He had to be stopped. The plan he was thinking about was just too cruel. The boy and his allies had to be warned and Tom too. He was after all in danger too. With a low thrill the phoenix vanished without trying to draw any attention to him by doing so.
But the old man did not notice it anyways. He was too deep into his own little world where the boy was already dead and he could rule over all those pitiful wizards. A dark chuckled was echoing through the Headmaster’s office and the portraits were looking at each other. This was not good.
KM: ... I somehow don’t like how I wrote this chapter.
Lilly: ... erm okay? Urgh...
Tom(Mah kitten Tom that I have gotten): Meow?
Pia: watches
Voldy(Yeah Tom is back to Voldy or it would be confusing with mah kitten Tom): ... I hate KM!
KM: Whatever! Please read and review!
Nagini: holds sign up Minions? Strange one you are, but at least you have good minions not like my Master stupid ones, yes?
KM: Of course! Only the best for me!
Lilly: KM... please tell me you didn’t!
KM: If you are talking about the fact that I made Tommy-hun wear a tutu, make him dance, film him and then post it on YouTube... well, then you are right!
Tom: holds sign up You are evil!
Harry: Now you see why I hate her more than you!
Disclaimer: You are mocking me aren’t you? ... Yes, yes you are...
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: Well, you get to see what Snape is up to and other stuff... uhrm... and a little surprise for my faithful minions- erhm readers. And no it is no smut! Even though I wish it was! Nagini agrees with me but Harry and Tom threaten to strike... soo yeah! But I will do it anyways... hehehehe... You have to wait for that then till we are near the end of the chapter! But hush! Don’t tell Tommy and Harry! There will be surprise then too! MWAHAHAHA... cough Oh yeah and you get to see what happened in Gringotts! I hope I did it alright that is the first time I do it and I can guess that you will see it too... some tips about it how to do it better next time?
Chapter 8
A bit of chaos
~*~Time skip three days The Burrow~*~
The Burrow was silent. Not a peep of sound was heard. It was strange when you thought about it. Normally the house would be buzzing with life and sound. People would be running around and an explosion would be heard then and again. But now there was not a peep of sound nor was a person seen there. It was empty safe for a few gnomes in the garden but that was it. The garden was wild and did not look like it had been attendant to in a long time. The house itself was in a somewhat clean state safe for a fine layer of dust in it. No furniture was in it. It seemed that the Weasely family had moved out. There was actually a pretty good reason why they had to move out. When Harry had found out before his second year in Hogwarts when visiting Gringotts that Dumbledore and the Weaselys had stolen money from him.
It is needless to say that it got ugly for the Weaselys and Harry was not happy when he had heard about.
~*^^*~FLASHBACK~*^^*~
“Mister Potter we have something to discuss with you” said Griphook when Harry had asked him to visit his vault.
Harry blinked a few times and then nodded, not understanding what was going on. He just wanted to some gold from his vault for this year school and then Griphook came and wants to talk with him. But he it had to be something very serious then. Because that was the first time that he saw a grim look on the goblins face, when you forgot that he was only one time there, and he got the feeling that this was very bad then.
“Okay, Griphook.” The goblin was surprised that someone remembered him, no less that it was a person that had only seen him one time, only they all were called when talked to ‘hey it...’. Not something that you want to hear. “May I ask what this is all about?”
“You may, it has come to our attention that gold went missing from you vaults a-” but Griphook did not get to finish.
“Vaults as in more than one? But I was told I had only one” Harry said puzzled.
Now it was the goblins turn to look puzzled. Somehow Harry got the feeling that this was not very good.
“Please come with me, Mister Potter. It is better you talk with my boss about this”
Okay, now Harry knew that this was not very good. He was lead through a silver door to another door. This one was a big platinum one and lead to the head of the goblins. Before Harry could enter Griphook made him stopped and told him to wait till he was given the sign to enter. Harry just nodded, still not understanding what was going and why. Griphook turned away from Harry and entered through the door and closed it. Harry just stood outside and looked around a bit. It was long hallway with a green carpet and at the walls were painting of goblins in armour or in battle. They were actually pretty interesting but before Harry could get a better look on them came Griphook back.
“If you would follow me, Mister Potter” he said with his usual sneer in his face.
Harry just shrugged and followed the goblin inside. What he saw inside let his jaw drop. The room was bigger than Hogwarts Great Hall. Bookshelves upon bookshelves lined along the wall with very big windows between every three shelves. At the end of the room were two very big windows behind a black desk. Behind the desk sat an elderly looking goblin. Harry just let Griphook lead him to the goblin behind the desk. Griphook bowed to the goblin behind the desk and then took his leave. He knew that this could get ugly now.
“Sit down, Mister Potter” before Harry knew it, he was sitting in a chair and blinked at the goblin. “We have to discuss about your vaults. It seemed that a certain Headmaster had over taken them without your permission”
Harry’s eye twitched when he heard this. Again the old man was trying to play with him. But this time he would do something against this. He had enough of this and wanted to know what was going on here!
“Could you please explain to me what is going on? And not to sound rude” he hesitated here. “But who the hell are you?”
The goblin just chuckled at what the boy had told him. It was not every time that you heard something like this coming from a wizard. Usually they would have sneered at him and demanded an answer from them. But this boy was polite to him and asked something of him. Every normal wizard had not done this. But then again, Harry was not a normal wizard and never seemed to follow their rules.
“I am Ragnarock, head of the goblins and the chef here in Gringotts” he introduced himself with a nasty smirk in his face.
“Pleasure to meet you, Ragnarock” Harry said with a small smile. “I don’t think you need to know my name, do you?”
A smirk was his answer and he chuckled lightly. “But down to business, Mister Potter. I will explain to you what has happened to you and your vaults. And when I get this right from Griphook then you did not get our owls too”
Harry stared at Raganrock before he answered. “What owls?” but then his eyes narrowed in anger. “I kill that old man”
Ragnarock wasn’t that surprised to hear this. He could already imagine what the old fool was trying to play at. But now he could pay him back but first things first.
“Mister Potter, since the night you were defeated Voldemort money has been taken from your account that you gave no permission I take it. How could you even. You were too small for that. The money taken from you was given to the Weaselys and Dumbledore and an Order of the Phoenix I take you know nothing of?”
Harry just nodded when he heard this. Money was taken from him? That bloody old coot was going down! His eyes flashed in anger and nodded to Ragnarock to continue.
“The sum in total missing from you has been over 5 million galleons that have been given to each of them thus making it over 15 million galleons. We can retrieve them for you again and of course the ones that have taken your money have to pay you more back. It would make in all about 7 million galleons plus the 5 million galleons taken from you. It would be 12 million galleons in all that all of them would have to pay. Is that to your liking?” asked him Ragnarock while looking though some papers.
“Yes, it is. And I do anything to stop this from happening ever again? Like getting new key and make sure only I can enter and take money?” he asked with a frown.
“Yes, that is possible, but it will cost you s-”
“I pay it! Was there anything else taken?”
“No, Dumbledore has tried to take heirlooms and books out of your vaults but that was impossible for him. The only way to take heirlooms is when you are the heir himself and of the blood of the family though they were safe. The only thing Dumbledore could take from you was the money that will be back before the day is over.”
Harry nodded at hearing this. This was good to hear and he was glad that he got the money back. It didn’t interest him that much but it was something of his family even though it was only gold. It still belonged to his family and it should stay there. He was and always should be the only one to have access to it.
“Is there anything else that I should know about?” he asked, when he was already here, why not?
“Yes, I need your blood to make a new key and some gold to form it. Your blood would be keyed into it like it will be done with your vaults. Your old key will not be working anymore. We have to make five more of this. One for your family vault, one for your trust vault, another one for your money that you get from a shop in Knockturn Alley, another for a business that the Potter family has and then the last one would be for an orphanage that your parents have planned to built.”
Harry was gobsmacked when he heard this. Five vaults, he was the owner of five vaults? And he owned a business and a shop in Knockturn Alley? That was much to take in for him. He never knew that his family had a business and a shop. He heard about this for the first time. But he wanted to know more about this, especially the orphanage that his parents wanted to build.
“Can you tell me more about this? I have actually no idea what it is all about”
“Of course, Mister Potter, the business of your family is actually in the Muggle world. I do not know much but I can give you a file about it later. What I do know is that it is working with medicine and trying to find cures for disease out there. I am not sure if I got that right. But you have to wait for the file. I know that a good friend of your family has taken over the business till you can take it over”
“Ehm... wow, I don’t really know what to say...” Harry trailed off.
“The shop in Knockturn Ally is about the Dark Arts. Contrary to popular belief, the Potter family is neutral and practices both arts. I have a file about this shop for you ready like the other one in a week times.”
“Old lying bastard” muttered Harry under his breath.
This was the first time that he heard that his family wasn’t as light as everyone had told him. He was seething in the inside and ready to explode when he had heard this. Why was it that everyone was lying to him? Why couldn’t they just tell him the truth for one time? First his relatives had lied to him then Dumbledore, the Weaselys and so many others. He didn’t really know whom to trust anymore. But he knew this. He would go neutral. The wizarding world could go and fight this war alone? Why is that they had to sent a child to fight for them? A child that barely knew anything about wizards and their ways, a child that didn’t know how to control its power yet, a child that still needed to grow up and be just that, a child! The adults hold more power than him and together they would have defeated Voldemort so easily before so many had to die because they were cowards. He sneered in the inside at these thoughts. This world was just pathetic.
Sometimes he wasn’t so really sure who was worse. Muggles or wizards, maybe both were the same? He didn’t know. But they really were just pathetic cowards.
“And what about the orphanage?” this was the only thing that did interest him.
“It seems that your parents wanted to build an orphanage for children with magical ability that were Muggleborn though that they were not abused at home. I seem to remember that it was your mother’s idea”
Harry’s eyes had widened in shock at hearing about his mother. It was her idea to do this? He could imagine that she would suggest such a thing. Why should she not? He remembered the way Petunia; he refused to call her an aunt because she never acted like on, treated him when he was younger and still does. Maybe this was the reason she was doing. He had to keep himself from crying at this thought. It was so hard to hear about your parents and not to cry about them, especially when you can’t even remember them at all and only hear about them.
“Is... there anything else?” he said while taking a deep breath. This was a lot harder than he had thought.
“No, Mister Potter, that was all and the files will be send to you in a week’s times and with other documents and about the money that we have transferred back to your vaults.”
Harry just nodded. Still not understanding anything, give him a break! The boy is just twelve and has already this much dumped on him. Anyone else would have already collapse under stress because of this.
“About this key...?” he asked.
Of course, he had nearly forgotten about this one. But it had to be done. He didn’t want Dumbledore on his money again. It was his and the old coot’s.
“Of course, I need to slit your wrist with this dagger” a silver dagger with a white blade was handed to him. “And let your blood pour into this cup. Your wound will heal itself when there is enough blood in it and then I will add the gold. The rest is done on its own, just like magic”
Harry had to laugh at the last part and shook his head in amusement. The cup looked just like an ordinary one. Nothing special, it was made out of glass and had a ruby on one side while on the other side something was engraved into it. Harry held his wrist above the cup and then slit it with a bit of hesitation. It didn’t hurt like he had thought it would. But maybe that was because the dagger was laced with magic like the cup. It would explain it. After the cup was half full his wound closed up and made sure that not even a scar was left. Harry blinked a bit at that. Even though he did not lose much blood it still made him lightheaded. He shook his head again, just in time to see that the gold was added.
When the gold came in tough with the blood, it soaked itself full with it and then began to break apart in five pieces. Each piece slowly turned into a key. The keys had each a different size and number on them. Ragnarock took the keys and eyed them a good five minutes before he began to speak in a language which Harry did not understand. Maybe it was a goblin language who knows? Harry just shrugged at this and waited for his keys to be handed over.
“Here are your keys, Mister Potter; the old ones have been annulled. This will cost you ten galleons and five sickles; we will take this later out of your vault if it is alright?”
Harry just nodded while taking the keys and binding them on a string of leather. Later he would have to go and get something better to hide his keys in. Maybe he could get a special made box for them or a chain though only he could touch them?
“Good day Ragnarock, I will take my leave now... I have still to go and shop for my school and make sure no one gets their hands on these” he jingled with the keys to show his point.
“Of course and ...”
~*^^*~END FLASHBACK~*^^*~
Of course Harry got the money back and the Weaselys had to give up their property to pay him the money, but in the end even that had to be given to Harry. It was just too much gold that they owned him. They are still paying him back all of the money and have only reach a few hundred galleons by doing so. With the property it would had been two thousands. It was not much. Dumbledore of course could pay everything in one go away, just like the Order’s. It had damaged them and they even had to sell the things that the Order owned and Dumbledore himself. It was just too much money. To pay back over 24 million galleons is really much. It had left a big dent in Dumbledore’s vaults and he had to sell some heirlooms.
Now that the property was empty and no one really looking after it, people were getting curious as to why. And one curious person by the name of Narcissa Malfoy had gotten the mission to find out why exactly it was like this. Actually, she had made it her personal mission. It was not like she had anything better to do. Saiko didn’t have any missions for her for the time being and Lucius would never let her help him, not that she wanted to. The man was just bonkers in her opinion. He was not the man that she had married anymore. He had change and that was not for the better. She had made her way to the neighbourhood of the Weasely family but so far she had no such luck in finding out who had bought it. She knew that the goblins probably knew who had bought it but they would never tell her who it was. She scoffed at that thought. Those little buggers really knew how to make her life harder than it normally was.
With a sigh she made her way back home. She knew that she wouldn’t find out anything today. Might as well go home now and try again tomorrow.
~Snape~
Serverus Snape had not heard in month from the Potter brat. It was not that he cared about said brat. But it was just unusual to not hear about the boy. Not even the press could get their hold on him any longer. It was something that made the potion Master think. What could possibly be going on that the brat had to leave the school? It was not like the boy to just stand up and leave the school. He was too much of a Gryffindor in every sense to do so. Snape was even sure that it has nothing to do with the Dark Lord. It had been a while since he had gotten an order from that bastard and so far he was silent. It didn’t give Snape a good feeling about this. Because since Voldemort was silent someone other was making the people fear them. It was no Death Eaters. It was someone totally different and somehow he got the feeling that he knew that someone very well. He did not know why he got that feeling. But maybe it was because of his years as a spy that he had somehow gotten such a gut feeling.
It did help him when he was always with the Dark Lord and with Dumbledore, always telling them what they wanted to hear but never saying the truth. Maybe he would tell them a half-truth but never a real truth to them, who knows what they would have done then with the information? But before the Dark Lord had went missing he had began to tell the whole truth about his information to him. He had gotten the feeling that his Lord, he sneered at the words, would win the war. The Potter boy did say that he was neutral in his second year and had made it clear that he would not fight for the wizarding world anymore. He hadn’t really understood why the boy had said this back then. But he somehow got the feeling that ‘the-oh-so-generous-Headmaster’ had something to do with this. It wouldn’t surprise him at all. But he had to smirk when he thought back then to that summer, the owls from Gringotts had been delivering Dumbledore two letters stating he would have to pay 24 million galleons back to the Potter for stealing from his vaults and the Weaselys had, too, gotten one.
When he was back at home he hadn’t been able to hold in him anymore. He had begun to laugh. It was so full of humour and mirth that he couldn’t stop for a good five minutes. He had always wondered where the Headmaster had gotten the money to pay for the Order and the Weasleys. But that was cleared then when he had seen the owls. They all had deserved it. How they all could steal from a little boy, who did not even know about till he was twelve years old, was beyond him. He had to give it to the boy to even make knew keys to all of his vaults and making sure that he was the only one to enter them. The boy had change from then on. Sometimes when no one was watching he saw how the boy was acting like a Slytherin. Of course he saw it all; he wasn’t a spy for nothing. But when the boy came back to Hogwarts in his fourth with a new look and a hate for the Headmaster that made Voldemort’s look like a child’s, he knew that the headmaster had screwed up big time.
And now it was the same. He was sure that it was the Headmaster again that had made the boy to leave the school. He now wondered what would happen now. He knew that the boy was neutral and that he had connections because of his status. Maybe the boy could help him out of this misery that his life was in. He was getting tired of being a double agent. It was stealing his sleep and making him look older than he was. He hadn’t really gotten a good night’s rest in a long time. He and his body were suffering because of it and not only that but his magic too. It was sensing that its master too was not in good health. He needed to change that.
“I can’t believe that I am going to do this.” he said to himself while staring out of a window and into a forest near his manor. “But it is the only way out for me...”
~Malfoy Manor~
It should not be said that the Malfoy family is poor. No, it was far from, being one of the oldest families out there made them filthy rich though it was no surprise that they had their own property and house that was more like a castle. Narcissa Malfoy was currently in the study of her husband and searching for something in it. Of course, her husband was not at home to see this happening and this was good. Narcissa had been given the mission to go and search for Lucius and Dumbledore’s next plan. She was standing behind Lucius’ desk and carefully looking through some files and making sure that she was not leaving any proofs behind that someone had been looking through them. It would be fatal for her if she was found out. But so far she hadn’t gotten anything. Her brow furrowed in thought. She knew that Dumbledore had been in their Manor last night and talked with Lucius. But she did not know what it was about. Actually she knew but she hadn’t heard much about it but that Harry Potter was safe from the two of them and that Dumbledore had nearly gotten arrested.
She had to smile at that thought. Dumbledore in Azkaban would really make her life easier and that of her family. She had to smile when she thought about the fact that could after long thirteen years hug her cousin Sirius. He had been so shocked when he had found out that she had been on her Lady Saiko’s side for such a long time. She sighed when she didn’t found anything and made to leave the study but not before she waved with her wand over it when she was at the door. Making sure that there was no trace left that she had been in the room at all, she knew how paranoid Lucius had gotten as of late. When she was satisfied that no trace was left she closed the door behind her with a silent ‘click’ and wandered the hallway to the kitchen. It was time for lunch anyways.
~Grimmaul Place living-room~
Lord Voldemort was currently hiding in the living-room from his nagging familiar with the name Nagini. Now he remembered too why had given her the name Nagini. `Damn nagging snake! Why can’t she just leave me alone?´ he asked himself while lying flat on the ground under the couch. She hadn’t left him alone since she had gotten it in her brain that he was, or at least liked the boy to some attend, in love with the boy. But no way in hell was that true! Of course, somehow over the time with the boy he had taken a little, itsy bitsy, tiny bit liking to the boy. Really, that was not much! But now Nagini thought she had to play match maker for her son, Harry, and her Master. They both needed someone in their lives though why not make the two of them mates then? Nagini did think it was a great idea but Voldemort on the other hand did not.
§§Massssster? Where are you?§§
Voldemort hold his breath when he saw Nagini slither in front of his hiding place. No way can she find him here.
§§Massssster, thisssss isssss not funny. You need to tell my little Sssssnakeling and make him your mate§§
Voldemort had never thought that his familiar could be this stubborn and frightening when it came to the matter about mates.
§§Maybe Massssster isssss in the kitchen? Or with my little Sssssnakeling§§
Only when Voldemort was sure that Nagain had left the room did he dare to breathe again. He slowly crawled out of his hiding place and then stretched while looking around the room. There was no Nagini nor was there any other person in here. But he knew that it would not be safe for him here anymore and as much as he loathed to admit. He was the safest with the boy. He made his way over to the door, which was thankfully open, and let his head poke out and look around. When he saw that no one was out there, did he exist the room and made his way over to the stairs. He twitched when he was in front of them. They were his worst enemy as of yet because they were so huge and he in his tiny kitten body had problems to get them up. Though with a kitty-sigh he began to climb them up while looking out for Nagini, one never knew when she would pop up and scare you or try to get you to admit that you love someone you hate.
After one hour full of torture, climbing stairs can be so exhausting when you are a small kitten, had Voldemort reach the end of the stairs. He let out a yelp when he was suddenly picked up and tried to fight whoever it was that was picking him up. His ears were met with a giggle that he knew very well by now. He hissed when he was face to face with the person and let his ears lie flat on his head.
“So you are hiding from Nagini too huh?”
Voldemort cocked his head to the side. What did the brat mean with too? He blinked when he understood why. Though the brat was harassed by his snake too, at least he wasn’t suffering alone in this anymore. Harry, after he was sure that Nagini was nowhere to be seen, made his way to his room with Tom in his arms. He didn’t really have anything against Nagini but somehow he got a bad feeling when he saw the way she was eyeing him and softly hissing to herself. He had caught the words ‘mate’, ‘would be good’ and ‘he would be perfect for him’. Somehow he got the feeling that Nagini was not talking about some nobody when she was eyeing him and talking with herself.
“Hopefully I will be safe in my room... or maybe I just let a rat loose. That should take care of her for a few hours, right?” Harry asked his kitten which just flicked an ear and looked at him. “Some help you are.”
Voldemort just, when he could at least, shrugged and turned his head away. He wanted to be somewhere safe from his own familiar. How the hell did he end up like this? Maybe it was because he was a kitten and Nagini could blackmail him easily? Damn snake and her mothering attitude. Before Voldemort knew it, he found himself on soft and comfy bed. It was actually something he wished he would own. His own bed wasn’t as comfy as that from Potter. Maybe when he was back to his old self he could steal it? Harry had closed his door and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Today was a tiring day. Sirius had come back and then vanished again before he could say even ‘hello’. Remus, too, had come by and then left him too again. Then Nagini had been asking him question what he would need in his mate. It was strange but nonetheless had he answered her.
Then before he knew it Tom had started a ruckus in the dining room and nearly destroyed all the furniture in it. This had all happened before it was lunch too! Though he had to go and repair them, of course he could use his wand now. He was homeschooled now and that meant that the Ministry gave him the allowance to do magic outside of school. It was a plus for him. When that was done he had done some lunch for himself, Tom and Nagini which ended with Tom always eyeing Nagini as if she would eat him and then him running away. Harry sighed tiredly. Today was not his day.
“You little buggers, make my life a hell, why don’t you?” he muttered under his breath while his eyes slowly began to close.
Maybe a nap would do him good? He had taken a few lately more than he usually did. Maybe it was because he had to look after Nagini and Tom now. Those two really did know how to keep him on his toes. He took his pants off and self-made jumper from Hermione, she insisted that she had to make one for her brother, and threw them away carelessly. He change into a white t-shirt that reached mid thigh and before Harry’s head hit the pillow was he asleep. Voldemort was off sitting to the side and decided to join Potter. He had nothing better to do anyways.
~Hogwarts, Slytherin common room~
The Slytherin common room was empty. Not one person was in it and nothing was heard in it. It was something unusual to see and hear. Normally there would always be a little group in there and talking about something. It was then that a low chuckled was heard though the room that wasn’t as empty as it first looked like. In a corner were the shadows melted together and let no light live in was a cloaked person, at least you can hope it was a cloaked person. The person was clad in white and a male. The hood made it impossible to see the face. He stepped out of the shadows and made his way in the direction of the dorms for the males in sixth year. He was here because his superior was told that one of the boys in the Slytherin dorm would have something that would help them.
On his way to the dorm he saw that the walls were empty. No portraits were hanging there or a candle floating in the air to have some light in there. That was something very unusual. But then again this was the Slytherin dorm. You would think it would be more made for a snake and not like this. He shrugged at seeing this and pushed a door open that lead to the dorm of one Blaise Zabini. When he had heard right then this was the boy that had been working for his superior since he was eleven years old. Just like every other one in his family had done when they were given the invitation to visit Hogwarts. The boy was an excellent spy and tracker. Something like this they didn’t see in years, of course they had decent ones and better. But the boy had the talent in these fields.
He made his way over to the trunk of the boy and opened it. Not in the least afraid if something should happen to him. The trunks that they were using had all been special made for all of the people that worked for them. Making sure that only they could open them and no one other, who knows what would happen when it were possible. All their secrets out of in the open like that. He found the object that he was told to bring back immediately when he opened the trunk. It was lying already out for him to take. He didn’t really know what it was with the object but he didn’t really need to know right now. He would hear about it later on when he had brought it back.
“But I do wonder though... what could be possible here that would be of use...?” he said in a clearly deep and husky voice.
~Egypt, Gringotts~
William Arthur Weasely, or in short Bill Weasely, was currently on a mission for his boss. When Bill had first heard of his family using the Harry Potter’s money, he had left them the next day. Charlie had followed him in his ‘exile’. He couldn’t understand how they could do something like that. They didn’t even know the boy and yet they were stealing money from him. It was just not right. He knew that the twins had wanted to come with him too but they couldn’t. They were too young and small but already understood what their family was doing was wrong. He had just told them he would come for them when they were older. He didn’t really want anything to do with his own family anymore. He had been disgusted with their behaviour. That wasn’t like them, not at all. His parents had been so loving and caring but when they had the words that they could get money. It had changed them. He couldn’t really think about it without feeling disgust and shame for his own family.
He sighed and wiped the sweat of his forehead. The sun was shining down on him, unforgiving while he was studying very strong wards around a pyramid. He didn’t know why but the wards that surrounded this pyramid where stronger than the ones had usually encountered. Of course it was not unusual for him to see such things. He was working for goblins after all. But this time they were very tricky and the heat and sun were not helping him one bit with his concentration.
“Damn wards....” his brow furrowed in thought and his hand was rubbing his chin in thought. “How can I break these? Urgh! It is no use! I need a break or my brain fries here!”
With a frustration growl he made his way over to the tents for the employees of Gringotts. The goblins that had come with him, as usual not trusting humans and their ways they claimed, were watching him. Bill had a long time ago learned to ignore their stares. Their gaze burning in his back and narrowing in on him, as if they thought he stole something. He muttered under his breath and let himself plopped down on a chair with a sigh and rubbed his temples. Today was not really his day. He groaned loudly when the headache, he had since yesterday, was making itself known again. He grimaced in pain and let his head rest in his hands. Maybe he should have stayed in bed today but it was no use. He needed the money and he could visit his brothers as soon as this job was finished. Even when it was after the Christmas holidays, he could always asked Sirius if he could stay with him. The twins he could visit every day but Harry would have to wait for the weekends then.
He looked up from the ground when he heard his name being called. He blinked when he saw that it was none other Darkedge. He was actually the only goblin that Bill could talk normally with. Okay, maybe not normal but they made some civil talk without getting sneered at or smirked at every two seconds as if he were something lesser than them. Maybe he was, maybe he was not. He did not know if he really was or not. That would something he would never find out at all.
“What is it?” he asked blinking.
“You have post”
“Uhmm... from whom?” he asked totally confused.
Normally he would never get a letter to this time of the year. He had made sure that his parents did not know his owl address and the only persons that did know it were the twins. He didn’t trust anyone other with that information. He knew that those two could keep it safe.
“How should I know? Am I your mother?” was the reply.
“No?” somehow he got the feeling to bash his head against the nearest hard surface.
“Then don’t ask me questions I do not have an answer to!” he sneered at Bill but muttered under his breath. “Humans, hopeless creatures they are! They can’t even use their brains and always need help like some little child.”
Bill’s left eye twitched when he heard the goblin’s muttering that he did not try to hide at all. The others around him snickered at him while the humans shook their heads in sympathy with him. Each of them having heard those words directed at them at point in their career with Gringotts. But Bill was a special case, you see. He got to hear those lovely words every day. You would think that he would have learned after years with working for the goblins when to ask questions and when not. But it seemed that he did not.
“I think we all have understood now Darkedge!” he nearly snarled out. “Can I have the letter now?”
“Of course, but that cost”
Bill groaned when he heard this and just took the letter. “No way am I paying for my own post, Darkedge. Try it with someone other”
Bill left the sneering goblin and made his way over to his tent. He eyed the red envelope and white ink on it. He had no idea from who it could be. But he was sure that he was about to find about.
~Leaky Cauldron~
Sirius groaned when he saw with whom exactly he was supposed to meet with. Why did he agree to go and meet with Saiko’s spy? He knew even before he had agreed to take the mission on that it would be someone that he would hate. And of course he was right. Because it was none other than Augusta Longbottom, his jaw hit the ground at seeing here. What the hell was going on here? He was sure that the woman was, even though she hated Albus Dumbledore, light and nothing other. Never would he have thought that she was in the same league as Saiko. He blinked a few times and wondered when she was about to kill him. Augusta and he were never on friendly terms since the death of Harry’s parents and it hadn’t changed even when he was declared innocent of his supposed crime. He eyed her warily when she took a seat opposite if him.
His left eye twitched when he saw her giving him a smile. He knew that she was doing that only to be polite and that it was completely faked. It was screaming fake loudly at him when he saw it. But nonetheless he gave her a smile back. It was silent between them for a short while till Augusta broke it.
“You know why I am here Black?” she spat his name out as if it was a disease. Yes, this woman knew how to hold a grudge against someone for a long time.
“Of course I want to know why you are here!” he said with a huff and crossed his arms.
Augusta just smiled at him and Sirius glared in her direction. She was enjoying this he just knew it. `Sadistic old hag´ he thought sulking. Why was it her of all people? He would have even preferred to sit here with Bella! Wait, no he wouldn’t. He shook his head that was all just too confusing.
“It is easy, unlike you; my family was always in the serves of the Le-Fey family. It is for us a great honour to work for them.” she told him with a cold voice and a dangerous edge in her old voice. “I have been working for My Lady since I was young and will still do so. But I would have never thought that I would have to work with the likes of you!”
Somehow Sirius got the feeling that Augusta wanted him dead. Maybe it was because she spat the last words at him in a manner that would want you to drop dead to the ground. And somehow the feeling was mutual.
“Don’t worry the feeling’s mutual, old hag” Sirius grinned when he saw the way Augusta huffed and her eyes narrowed in anger at him.
“For you it is Lady Longbottom, whelp! I do not have time for your childish games here! I am here to tell you to look out for Dumbledore and what his next plan will be. But if you are like this.” She said with an angered voice. “Please, be my guest. It will cost you and not I”
Sirius growled at hearing those words. It was the old woman’s fault too! He glared at her with all his might but gave in. It was for Harry’s sake and whatever Dumbles had planned for his godson, it could not be good. Hell, was it ever for the good for his godson? No, of course it was never good for him.
“Fine, Lady Longbottom” he said her name and title in such a mockery he was sure she would jump over the table and kill if her face was anything to go by. “What is that the old goat fucking fool wants to do?”
She smirked at him when she heard his last words. “I thought I would never say such words and Merlin help me to live through them. But I have to agree with you on the old goats behalf.”
Sirius just nodded and waited for to continue. No need to go and start a new fight between them or they would sit here for days.
“As you know we have a few spies in his mists and through that we have heard that he wants to...”
~Grimmauld Place, Harry’s room~
It had been a few hours now since Harry had fallen asleep and he had yet to get a nightmare or to be visited by the Oldy one. Of course if the latter ever knew that Harry was mocking his name in such ways. He was sure that he would be dead in a matter of seconds without any words spoken to him. A great comfort, really. Anyhow, Voldemort was sleeping on his enemy’s chest again after he was nearly thrown of the bed when Potter thought it would be funny to kick out in his sleep. Damn brat what the hell is wrong with him? Why was he such insisting on Voldemort to lose sleep? Of course, he took naps in the day too... but that has nothing to do with it! It was the matter that the brat was trying to stop him from sleeping when he wanted to. And no, he was not sulking damn it!
He shifted on his makeshift pillow while his tail was thumping up and down slightly behind him. He had woken up just a few seconds ago and was yawning and stretching now while Potter was mumbling something in his sleep. It sounded suspiciously like his name and he seemed to moan. He gave Potter a look and asked himself why he was not sucked into those dreams like usual when the boy was asleep. Because he was damn sure that he did not have sent the boy such a dream. Somehow he felt left out when he saw how the boy’s cheeks began to flush and it travelled down from to his neck and seemed to travel farther down. His light red lips parted and he was panting a bit hard. A light sheen of sweat began to cover the boy’s body, making his white t-shirt stick to his body tight and his hair was sticking at his neck while the rest was fanned out under Potter’s body.
Voldemort jumped off the boy’s chest when said person arched up from the bed. He sat beside the boy and eyed the way the boy’s body was writhing. The legs parting on their own and spreading wide open. His back arched in a way that made Voldemort’s eyes widened a bit and wonder just how flexible the boy is. His tail twitched behind him and he could smell the arousal from the boy in the air and of course see it clearly in those boxer’s of his. He heard the boy keen in his sleep and took all his will power to not pounce on the boy, him being kitten a be damned but his instincts began to slowly take over when they saw his mate in such a state. He did not even notice that in his subconscious he had called the boy his mate; he was just too busy admiring the sight in front of him.
“Mhmm... Ngnn... Ah... ha ha... p-p-plea- Agnn”
Voldemort’s head jerked up when he heard the boy keen and moan like this. In this moment he wanted to boy naked though he could pounce on him. He felt how something under his skin began to buzz and hum with power. It let his fur stand up and boil his blood to a heat that was soothing and familiar. His eyes widened when he felt that this was his magic. His magic he thought that he had lost with gaining this body but it seemed he did not. It only has seemed to be locked away and now it was free. Why he did not know. But he knew that he would be using it very soon. Like right now with letting Potter’s boxers vanish. He purred when he saw the boxers vanish and Potter’s semi-erection was freed. He felt his own arousal growing harder with the sight. The boy really was a sight to see and now to get some real taste on him. With a smirk he pounced on the boy.
Harry knew he was dreaming because something like this would never happen in the real life. Voldemort would never ever think about bedding him. Not that the other dreams he had were helping him in this matter. But somehow he got the feeling that this dream was... different? He didn’t really know why. But it felt like it as if... as if it was real? He knew it was a dream though it had to be one right? He supposed so at least. But before he could think more of it he felt something lick his hard cock and he keened loudly at that.
Voldemort was sitting between Potter’s spread legs and letting his magic surrounding him. He felt how his once tiny body began to grow and the fur to vanish. He blinked a few times when he noticed the height difference and smirked when he flexed his muscles. He had his body back and he was in bed with his enemy. Though why should he not use this opportunity and show his dear enemy just what he can do? With a smirk he let Potter’s boxers vanish and his hands rest on his thighs. His thumb making circles on them. He felt how Potter began to tremble under his touch and eyed the erection and with a chuckle then decided to lick it. He was not disappointed when he heard Potter keen loudly. Ah what shall he do now?
Harry whimpered when he felt the hands leave his thighs. He wanted those hands back on this body right now. They made him feel wonderful and wakened something inside of him. He heard a chuckled and only thought that Voldemort was a bastard for doing this to him. He knew by now that it was and always will be Voldemort he would dream about. The bastard had made sure of that. He let out a loud moan when he felt something warm and wet close around him and arched his back.
Voldemort was smirking down at the boy and used his magic to make sure that the boy did not wake up. He didn’t really want to explain to the boy how he came here and stop this nice, little activity of them. Though he made sure that the boy would think that this all was just a dream but he knew that Potter would stop believing this when he woke up and was sore. He let his mouth close around the boy’s erection and sucked hard on it. He let his head then slowly move up and down the shaft stopping to either suck or lick at the cock. The sounds he got to hear were music to his ears.
“Ngnnn... ha ha... AHH...! Tom~!”
Well, they were if it weren’t for the fact that the boy always called him Tom when he did that. Of course he hadn’t had something against it when he was a damn little kitten. It was for his protection and he would be dead if the boy had known that he was Voldemort. Even in his dreams he didn’t like the fact being called this wretched name but the boy just didn’t stop it though he had to teach him a lesson now. Hopefully he would remember it for the next time. He hummed with the shaft still in his mouth and was not disappointed when Potter moaned again. Now to teach the boy to not call him Tom anymore with a smirk he let the cock slid from his mouth and hovered above the boy. His mouth near one of the boy’s ears and blew into it. He chuckled when he saw him shiver and suckled on the boy’s ear lobe.
Harry whimpered when he felt the wonderful heat of the mouth leave him. Why was this happening to him? It was just mean and evil. He could have cried then and there when the mouth had left him. But then he felt a warm breath along his ear and it made him shiver. It was then that he felt that his earlobe was sucked into something wet and warm and it made him mewl. He let his head turn to the side when the mouth began to kiss along the side of his neck. This dream was a really good one and he didn’t want it to stop. The hands were back on his body when he felt them roam about his body and squeezing his butt a few times.
“Ngnnn... To- AH!” a mouth was next to his ear again.
“Now, now Harry, you know that is not what you should call me”
Voldemort snickered when he saw the expression that Harry made and the moan he let out. It was just too much fun to play with the boy like this. He then bit into the boy’s neck and smirked against the flushed and sweaty skin when he heard a loud keening coming from the boy.
“Come on, Harry, you know what name to call me”
Voldemort chuckled when he saw how the boy tried to answer him but only a moan escaped his lips. This was going to be fun for him.
~Hogwarts, Dumbledore’s office~ (KM: Meh is evil! MWAHAHAHAH!!)
Dumbledore was sitting in his office and seething. His spy in the Ministry had not managed to get the damn Potter boy into Azkaban. How hard could it be to get the boy into prison? It is not like there was something stopping them from doing it. It was a simple task that had to be done. Smuggle false proof into the Ministry and make sure that the brat doesn’t get a trail yet let it look like he had gotten one for the public and the Ministry. In short forging false proof and files about the ‘case’ but this did not happen at all. In fact there were never any files and proves sent to the Ministry when he had heard from his other spies in it. The question now for him was who was it that stopped the sending of his ‘proves’ and knew about it? He was sure that he had told no one about this. Not even Lucius just to be sure about it all. Albus let out a heavy sigh and leaned back into his chair in his office.
His plans were being destroyed to get rid of the brat. Everytime he thought that he had finally gotten the brat something destroys his plans or hinders them. But who could be possible doing this? As far as he knew was that only Lucius and him knew about his plans at all and he doubted that the blond would go against him. He was just too power hungry to do this. His white brow furrowed in thought and he tapped a long and bony finger against his chin in thought. The only one he could think of was that damn Saiko. She would be the only one that would dare to go against him. He chuckled weakly at that thought. But that was impossible. Why would she help the brat? He knew that there had to be another reason for her to help the Potter boy. His eyes twinkle madly and an insane glint appeared in his eyes when he remembered something. The memory let him chuckled darkly and a hysteria edge was in it too.
Whatever it is that the old man is remembering it has to be something very cruel. His laughing was growing steadily louder with each passing second and the portraits in his room eyed the Headmaster warily. Each of them knew that Albus had lost it already but this was proof enough that they had needed to hear. They had knew that he was a lost cause when young Harry first entered the office the Headmaster tried to use the Imperio Curse on the young boy. But Hogwarts had stopped the Headmaster at that time and each of them was relieved when Hogwarts had stepped in.
“Oh soooo she is still angry with me because of it eh?” he chuckled darkly at that. “But it will not stop me from taking over...”
The portraits were silently watching the Headmaster. Whatever the old man had planned now, it couldn’t be good. Fakwes was staring at the Headmaster with his black eyes. Eyes narrowing and twinkling with anger he knew that this time the Headmaster was going too far. He had to be stopped. The plan he was thinking about was just too cruel. The boy and his allies had to be warned and Tom too. He was after all in danger too. With a low thrill the phoenix vanished without trying to draw any attention to him by doing so.
But the old man did not notice it anyways. He was too deep into his own little world where the boy was already dead and he could rule over all those pitiful wizards. A dark chuckled was echoing through the Headmaster’s office and the portraits were looking at each other. This was not good.
KM: ... I somehow don’t like how I wrote this chapter.
Lilly: ... erm okay? Urgh...
Tom(Mah kitten Tom that I have gotten): Meow?
Pia: watches
Voldy(Yeah Tom is back to Voldy or it would be confusing with mah kitten Tom): ... I hate KM!
KM: Whatever! Please read and review!