Journey to Somewhere

Your heart is as black as night

A/N  - Inspired by “Your Heart is As Black As Night” by Melody Grant and “Dark Wings, Dark Words” by Ramin Djawandi (Game of Thrones Soundtrack)

After the meeting, Voldemort took Harry’s hand and led him to his own bedroom. Harry’s body was tight with anticipation, he knew pain was involved, but not sure what that entailed.  He would soon find out as Voldemort motioned for the bed.  Harry sat down.

“From what we gathered in the memories, we found that you were conceived using an old blood fertility potion. This allowed for you to possess parts of Severus and Lucius.  This is where the nice ends. The spells used during your birth were more dark than anything I had ever come across in my life before you.  The first was a blood ritual to bind you to me.  I think Dumbledore wanted to make you into a sacrificial lamb.  Meaning whatever he had planned, you would die if you killed me.  The second was a spell to fill you with the elements of fire, ice and darkness. These are the powers that you had bound by the third ritual.  Pleasure to release the fire, blood to release the ice and pain to release the darkness.  As you have found, it takes very little to unlock them, but so far, you have been the one to deliver the method of the release, no one else.  That would be why the darkness has not yet been released because of what pain others have caused you.” Voldemort took a deep breath.

“Then why has it not released when I gave myself pain for the blood” Harry asked.

“Because it is not you that has to receive the pain, but you that has to give it. Intentionally and at the right time.” Voldemort’s eyes flashed as he stated the last part. “You felt something before each time, a need, correct?”

Harry nodded.

“Then you wait until you feel that need, and then, you will come see me. Together Harry, we do this together.” Voldemort stated, watching the fading blue eyes.  The features were slowly fading back to the Harry Dumbledore created.

Voldemort waved his hand and a small chest at the end of his bed opened. Harry looked in and images of what he wanted to do with the items assaulted him.  He had no sexual experience, but he started imagining things with some of the items, he could used these on Voldemort… When they were ready.  He shuddered with the image of whipping Voldemort’s back with the small leather whip contained within that box.  His body tightened even more.

He turned back and licked his suddenly dry lips. Voldemort’s eyes dipped to the action as a small groan left him.  Harry smiled, then sighed.

“I have to go now.” Harry whispered.

He did not want to leave, he wanted to stay.  Unfortunately reality pulled at him.

“Go… I’ll be here.  We extricated a few of my followers from Azkaban.  With our plans in place, your knowledge of the school, we can do this.  Your vision can be realized once we get the old man out of the way.” Voldemort said with a smile.

Harry stood not wanting to leave. He stared at Voldemort, he longed to reach out and touch more than the man’s face.  He wanted so much more.  

“What are we?” Harry asked softly, letting his hand reach to feather touches over Voldemort’s face.

“I am yours Harry, for whatever you need.  Friend, lover, servant, confidant whatever you need. I gave you my life.” Voldemort sighed into the touch.

“What if I want it all?” Harry whispered closing the distance between them. He pressed his body hard into the older man.  Let his lips whisper his words over Voldemort’s lips.

“Done.” Voldemort replied before claiming Harry’s mouth in a demanding kiss.

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