Seduction of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
65,248
Reviews:
247
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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The Torturers
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Betas - MadeWithLemons and Sarah Spray
Chapter 9
The Torturers
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The pain slowly faded and Harry was thrown into a huge cell. Someone grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground.
“Aw…poor little Potty thinks he can rival the Dark Lord.”
Harry was thrown towards the nearest wall with an awful cracking sound. He slid down slowly onto the floor. Harry struggled to open his eyes.
Standing in front of him was Bellatrix and Nott, who both had their wands pointed at him. Around him were Albus Dumbledore, Remus, Rom, Hermione, Ginny, Tonks, Fudge, McGonagall, Flitwick, Hagrid as well as Mr and Mrs. Weasley. They were all looking at him with sympathy, regret and hope. Ron and Hermione were struggling weakly against their chains.
“No! Let him go you bastards!” Ron shouted.
“Would you look at that, Potty’s Gryffindork friend is defending him! How…pathetic.” Bellatrix crooned. Then she turned to Harry. “My Lord will be thrilled now that you’re captured, Potter. I will become the most respected…” Nott sent her a glare, “WE will become the most respected Death Eaters!” She laughed evilly.
But he was Voldemort’s bloody mate! They should bow to him and kiss the hem of his robes…Voldemort will know if they hurt him…Voldemort will stop them…right?
“But I’m Voldemort’s…”
“Do not say the Dark Lord’s name! Crucio!” Nott bellowed.
Harry writhed under the pain and screamed till his throat went hoarse. Nott lifted the spell.
“Aw…Potty’s begging for his life now…how…un-Gryffindor like.” Bellatrix sneered, “Incendio Sangium!”
Harry cried out in pain as his blood boiled and heat burned his skin. His skin turned red and he was feeling like he was inside an oven.
He fell to the floor as the spell ended. Nott pointed his wand at Remus.
“Now Potter, do you want Lupin to suffer? Full moon is near, you know, we could leave him here and let him destroy all of your friends and then himself. Do you want that Potter? Or would you be so kind to take the punishment for him?”
Lupin was shaking his head frankly, desperately telling Harry not to take it.
Nott walked closer to Remus. “Cru…”
“No!” Harry croaked from the floor. “I’ll take it. I’ll take all of theirs.”
Several ‘No’s! were shouted across the room.
“Your choice, Potter,” Nott laughed, “Your kindness will kill you someday, Potter. Crucio!”
Harry screamed again as the pain hit him again. Nott muttered another Crucio.
He ended the spell and kicked Harry hard in the ribs.
“Have you had enough Potter? I’m sure your parents would be real proud of you now, useless scumbags they were.”
“You bastard.” Harry managed to whisper.
Bellatrix cut in.
“Why are we wasting time talking? Diffindo!”
Harry let out a final scream as he felt his body ripping apart slowly and fell into blissful darkness.
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Voldemort ran down the corridor and rushed into Harry’s room. Panic rose higher in his chest as he searched through the rooms and found nothing but furniture.
“Twincky!” he roared and grabbed the house-elf’s neck as it appeared.
“Where is Harry?”
The elf squirmed and squeaked, “Twincky must not tell Mr. Potter’s secret! Twincky…”
Voldemort roared again and threw the house elf across the room.
“I am your master!” Voldemort shrieked, “Tell me!”
Twincky shivered in fear and whispered, “In the library, sir.”
Voldemort apparated into the library.
“Harry?” he called out. No one answered.
“Where are you?” he whispered to himself with terror. He couldn’t afford to lose Harry. No, he couldn’t afford to lose the Veela throne.
His eyes settled on the book on the floor. Family Histories. It was lying on the floor with its pages bent, like someone had dropped it and not bothered to pick it up.
Harry.
The Death Eaters.
The Dungeons.
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Voldemort stepped into the cell in time to see Bellatrix cast the Diffindo curse on Harry. Harry screamed as several long wounds appeared on his chest and back. Voldemort stunned both Bellatrix and Nott, anger rising in his chest.
He restrained himself to run over to Harry side and panic all over him. The other prisoners are already looking at him with shock and curiosity. Instead he forced himself to walk calmly over to Harry’s side and apparated them both to Harry’s rooms.
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Voldemort carried Harry to the bathroom and placed Harry in the bathtub. The sight of Harry made him shudder. Harry was covered in blood and three deep cuts slashed around his chest and back.
Voldemort removed Harry’s shirt and trousers with a flick of his wand, leaving him in his boxers. Although Harry was covered in blood and bruises, he could still see his pale skin. His pale skin that glowed in the light. Voldemort couldn’t help but to lock his gaze to the muscular chest and long legs. His wand brushed a bruise right below Harry’s left nipple. Harry shivered.
Harry’s intoxicating scent was drowning Voldemort. He brushed a strand of hair out of Harry’s face and gazed at the slightly parted pink lips. He couldn’t help but think of the feeling of those lips pressed against his own. Voldemort lowered his body towards the bathtub and slowly leaned close, leaving merely an inch between his and Harry’s lips. He lingered, before leaning in further…
POP!
Voldemort jerked back from the bathtub. Twincky appeared behind him.
“Your healing potion, sir.” Twincky squeaked from behind.
“Right…” Voldemort looked dazed, and snatched the potion from the house elf’s hand.
He gently opened Harry’s mouth and poured the Potion down his mouth, while rubbing his throat gently.
Voldemort watched as the bruises slowly faded and the wounds closed. He carried Harry to the bedroom and tucked Harry in the bed.
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“How dare you!” Voldemort roared at the two cowering figures in front of him.
“I am sorry, My Lord, I did not know you had other plans for the boy…” Nott whimpered.
“What did I say about disobeying my orders?” Voldemort hissed angrily.
Bellatrix and Nott seemed to curled up tighter on the floor.
“Crucio!” Voldemort spat and a small wave of contentment hit him as he watched them screaming in agony.
He held the spell for ten minutes before he lowered his wand.
“What spell did you use on Potter?” Voldemort hissed.
“The Crucio Curse, My Lord.” Bellatrix answered shakily.
“Do not lie to me! Crucio!”
After she got up from the floor, she answered again, “four Crucio, an Incendio, and a Diffindo.”
Voldemort’s eyes narrowed into slits. His Harry had suffered four Crucio and a powerful Diffindo?
“You will be suffering like Potter did every week, until he chooses to punish you otherwise, is that clear?”
Bellatrix and Nott nodded.
“Good. Crucio!”
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Voldemort watched those green eyes snapped open with pain and fear. Harry flinched as Voldemort touched his hand.
“How are you feeling?” Voldemort asked softly.
“Tired and sore,” Harry croaked from the bed, his eyelids began to drop again.
“No one will ever hurt you again. Sleep, my little one.” Voldemort whispered as Harry closed his eyes.
Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón
(I know I haven\'t been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn\'t live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours)
- La Tortura by Shakira
A/N
Well There it is!!! I hope you liked it…review!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Betas - MadeWithLemons and Sarah Spray
Chapter 9
The Torturers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The pain slowly faded and Harry was thrown into a huge cell. Someone grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground.
“Aw…poor little Potty thinks he can rival the Dark Lord.”
Harry was thrown towards the nearest wall with an awful cracking sound. He slid down slowly onto the floor. Harry struggled to open his eyes.
Standing in front of him was Bellatrix and Nott, who both had their wands pointed at him. Around him were Albus Dumbledore, Remus, Rom, Hermione, Ginny, Tonks, Fudge, McGonagall, Flitwick, Hagrid as well as Mr and Mrs. Weasley. They were all looking at him with sympathy, regret and hope. Ron and Hermione were struggling weakly against their chains.
“No! Let him go you bastards!” Ron shouted.
“Would you look at that, Potty’s Gryffindork friend is defending him! How…pathetic.” Bellatrix crooned. Then she turned to Harry. “My Lord will be thrilled now that you’re captured, Potter. I will become the most respected…” Nott sent her a glare, “WE will become the most respected Death Eaters!” She laughed evilly.
But he was Voldemort’s bloody mate! They should bow to him and kiss the hem of his robes…Voldemort will know if they hurt him…Voldemort will stop them…right?
“But I’m Voldemort’s…”
“Do not say the Dark Lord’s name! Crucio!” Nott bellowed.
Harry writhed under the pain and screamed till his throat went hoarse. Nott lifted the spell.
“Aw…Potty’s begging for his life now…how…un-Gryffindor like.” Bellatrix sneered, “Incendio Sangium!”
Harry cried out in pain as his blood boiled and heat burned his skin. His skin turned red and he was feeling like he was inside an oven.
He fell to the floor as the spell ended. Nott pointed his wand at Remus.
“Now Potter, do you want Lupin to suffer? Full moon is near, you know, we could leave him here and let him destroy all of your friends and then himself. Do you want that Potter? Or would you be so kind to take the punishment for him?”
Lupin was shaking his head frankly, desperately telling Harry not to take it.
Nott walked closer to Remus. “Cru…”
“No!” Harry croaked from the floor. “I’ll take it. I’ll take all of theirs.”
Several ‘No’s! were shouted across the room.
“Your choice, Potter,” Nott laughed, “Your kindness will kill you someday, Potter. Crucio!”
Harry screamed again as the pain hit him again. Nott muttered another Crucio.
He ended the spell and kicked Harry hard in the ribs.
“Have you had enough Potter? I’m sure your parents would be real proud of you now, useless scumbags they were.”
“You bastard.” Harry managed to whisper.
Bellatrix cut in.
“Why are we wasting time talking? Diffindo!”
Harry let out a final scream as he felt his body ripping apart slowly and fell into blissful darkness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort ran down the corridor and rushed into Harry’s room. Panic rose higher in his chest as he searched through the rooms and found nothing but furniture.
“Twincky!” he roared and grabbed the house-elf’s neck as it appeared.
“Where is Harry?”
The elf squirmed and squeaked, “Twincky must not tell Mr. Potter’s secret! Twincky…”
Voldemort roared again and threw the house elf across the room.
“I am your master!” Voldemort shrieked, “Tell me!”
Twincky shivered in fear and whispered, “In the library, sir.”
Voldemort apparated into the library.
“Harry?” he called out. No one answered.
“Where are you?” he whispered to himself with terror. He couldn’t afford to lose Harry. No, he couldn’t afford to lose the Veela throne.
His eyes settled on the book on the floor. Family Histories. It was lying on the floor with its pages bent, like someone had dropped it and not bothered to pick it up.
Harry.
The Death Eaters.
The Dungeons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort stepped into the cell in time to see Bellatrix cast the Diffindo curse on Harry. Harry screamed as several long wounds appeared on his chest and back. Voldemort stunned both Bellatrix and Nott, anger rising in his chest.
He restrained himself to run over to Harry side and panic all over him. The other prisoners are already looking at him with shock and curiosity. Instead he forced himself to walk calmly over to Harry’s side and apparated them both to Harry’s rooms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort carried Harry to the bathroom and placed Harry in the bathtub. The sight of Harry made him shudder. Harry was covered in blood and three deep cuts slashed around his chest and back.
Voldemort removed Harry’s shirt and trousers with a flick of his wand, leaving him in his boxers. Although Harry was covered in blood and bruises, he could still see his pale skin. His pale skin that glowed in the light. Voldemort couldn’t help but to lock his gaze to the muscular chest and long legs. His wand brushed a bruise right below Harry’s left nipple. Harry shivered.
Harry’s intoxicating scent was drowning Voldemort. He brushed a strand of hair out of Harry’s face and gazed at the slightly parted pink lips. He couldn’t help but think of the feeling of those lips pressed against his own. Voldemort lowered his body towards the bathtub and slowly leaned close, leaving merely an inch between his and Harry’s lips. He lingered, before leaning in further…
POP!
Voldemort jerked back from the bathtub. Twincky appeared behind him.
“Your healing potion, sir.” Twincky squeaked from behind.
“Right…” Voldemort looked dazed, and snatched the potion from the house elf’s hand.
He gently opened Harry’s mouth and poured the Potion down his mouth, while rubbing his throat gently.
Voldemort watched as the bruises slowly faded and the wounds closed. He carried Harry to the bedroom and tucked Harry in the bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“How dare you!” Voldemort roared at the two cowering figures in front of him.
“I am sorry, My Lord, I did not know you had other plans for the boy…” Nott whimpered.
“What did I say about disobeying my orders?” Voldemort hissed angrily.
Bellatrix and Nott seemed to curled up tighter on the floor.
“Crucio!” Voldemort spat and a small wave of contentment hit him as he watched them screaming in agony.
He held the spell for ten minutes before he lowered his wand.
“What spell did you use on Potter?” Voldemort hissed.
“The Crucio Curse, My Lord.” Bellatrix answered shakily.
“Do not lie to me! Crucio!”
After she got up from the floor, she answered again, “four Crucio, an Incendio, and a Diffindo.”
Voldemort’s eyes narrowed into slits. His Harry had suffered four Crucio and a powerful Diffindo?
“You will be suffering like Potter did every week, until he chooses to punish you otherwise, is that clear?”
Bellatrix and Nott nodded.
“Good. Crucio!”
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Voldemort watched those green eyes snapped open with pain and fear. Harry flinched as Voldemort touched his hand.
“How are you feeling?” Voldemort asked softly.
“Tired and sore,” Harry croaked from the bed, his eyelids began to drop again.
“No one will ever hurt you again. Sleep, my little one.” Voldemort whispered as Harry closed his eyes.
Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón
(I know I haven\'t been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn\'t live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours)
- La Tortura by Shakira
A/N
Well There it is!!! I hope you liked it…review!!!