Soul Dolls: Boy Toy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
9,418
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
All For Him
Soul Dolls: Boy Toy
Disclaimer:
Harry Potter is proper property of JK Rowling, Scholastic and Warner Bro.
I lay no claim to the characters what so ever and make no profit from this story.
The mysterious Doll Maker is a character of my own creation so please talk to me before you intend to use her for your own biding.
Email: aj_angelique@yahoo.com
Realm: Harry Potter/Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 (graphic sex, run now if you don\'t like that kind of stuff)
Genders: M/M (Run even farther away if you don\'t gay sex)
Pairing: HP/SS
With that said and done, one with the show!
________________________________________________
Boy Toy
AJ Angelique
1) All For Him
Lord Voldemort sat in the plush oversized green arm chair as he rested his head on his hand and stared into the fire. He was in the old Riddle house...the house of his bastard Muggle father whom abandoned both he and his mother when so called father found out that his mother was a witch. But, that was in the past for his father and grand parents were dead now. Killed by Tom\'s own hands and he laid claim to the home that should have been his. It was a perfect place to make his home base of opperations, no one wuld have susspected if they truely knew anything about him.
He grinned at this notion as even his most loyal followers didn\'t even know that he himself was a Mudblood and yet one of the greatest wizards in the world...which made him frown. The very thought of the word left a sour taste in the back of his new mouth. As the cornerof his mouth wrinkled in disgust, he removed his head from his right hand and moved both hands out to look at them. They were a simnple pair of hands but not an ordinary pair in the least as this wasn\'t his own body but one newly fashioned for him. As lithe as it was, it was slightly disturbing though slightly better than his old one. This one showed on the outside what he was on the inside, filled with hate and discontempt for the world and what it had given him in his lot of life.
\"I can change that,\" came a female voice.
Voldemort gasped as he jumped a little in surprise. As the back of the chair prevented him from turning around in his seat, he took hold of an arm and pulled himself to look around the back to see a stranger in his house. What he found was a woman dressed in tones of black and hunter
green. She was five feet and five inches tall in height with pale pink skin, shoulder length blonde hair pulled up into a Libarian\'s bun and vivid greeb eyes. She wore a green corset with flowers done out in black and gold thread, a green velvet ankle length skirt with slits on the sides, a gold clasp black belt which had a band in the front that hung well down to her knees, black nylons and hunter green slipers with gold and green beads.
The dark lord\'s eyes swept over her body a couple times as her outfit revealed the delicate cuves of her body and the corset had the advantage to enhance the clevage of her C sized breasts. Even so, the lower half of her face was hidden by a black veil that was attached to a set of black and gold clips in her hair. Though the veil gave her an aire of mystery, it also made Voldemort suspicious as he began to search for her wand yet found that not only did she not carryone on her person but there wasn\'t any place she could conceal it...unless it was hidden under her skirt. The idea of this made the corner of his mouth tiwst slightly in amusement and she did as well as she kept her eyes emotionless.
\"Who are you?\" Voldemort demanded as he cleared his throat.
\"I am a Master Doll Crafter and I am here to help you,\" the woman said in a soft gentle voice. The dark lord had never heard a voice such as this and felt oddly comforted by it. As he tried to shake off this feeling, the woman walked away from the locked doro behind her and over to her left side of the chair to kneel down and look into the depths of the flames themselves.
\"Haven\'t you ever wished this world to be different? That things weren\'t the way they were?\" she asked.
\"How so?\" he asked suspiciously.
The woman then first turned her eyes and then her head to look at him,
\"As powerful as you are, there is one thing in this world you desire the most.\"
\"And what would that?\"
\"Acceptance.\"
Voldemort could feel himself freeze as that one simple word nailed him in place. She was right, take away everything and all he really wanted was to be accepted as not only a wizard but a human being as well. As someone who had his own feelings and wishes.
Under her veil, the woman smiled as she her eyes to soften, \"I can make it so.\"
\"How?\"
\"I can fix this world, make it so as you are accepted.\"
Voldemort listen to these words and carefully turned them over in his head as he weighed the possible consequeces in his head.
\"What\'s the catch?\" he asked speculativly.
\"One thing and one thing only, a Soul Doll,\" she said as she kept her left hand rested on her lap and lifted her right hand to hold up her index finger to signify the number. Voldemort raised his eyebrow at this notion.
Voldemort had heard about them once when he was a student at Hogwarts. Soul Dolls were life sized dolls that were given a soul so as they could live. They had the flesh of man but the bodies of a doll as they didn\'t need to eat or breath and they didn\'t have body organs or fluids. Depending on the Doll Crafter, a Soul Doll could be cruedlly or expertally made to look as human as possible. Yet there was one amongst them all who made the best Soul Dolls as they looked completly human save for the hinge lines on the elbows and knees. When asked why she never fixed this, she said it reminded her that she wasn\'t a goddess but merely a servant of god placing ready souls in her dolls.
The one thing that stood out in his mind about the Soul Dolls were as such. Soul Dolls thrive on love. If they are truely loved, they can become human. If they are neglected or abused, they will become depressed to the point that the soul leaves the body and the doll becomes a lifeless shell once again. Something that bothered the Dark Lord and made him shiver slightly.
\"You want to make one?\" he asked and she nodded.
\"Yes.\"
\"Of whom?\"
\"One person and one person alone from this realm that plagues you the most.\"
Voldemort raised both his eyebrows in surprise at this answer as all the cards were in his favour this time. He would not only get a better life but one of his enemies would be alliminated.
\"Well?\" she asked.
\"I accept your offer and you\'ll have your doll in return,\" Voldemort said.
The woman smiled before she turned her face away from him and back to the flames. She folded her hands as if in prayer as she began to chant something that evemn he couldn\'t understand. As she continued, the flames began to spark and Voldemort noticed that what looked to be orbs of light alling through the air as light and slow as a light shower of snow. As this continued, his head began to feel light and he touched his hand to his head as his vision began to blur slightly.
For the first time, he begant o have doubt about his decision and he turned his eyes back to the woman as she had removed her veil but his vision was so blured that he could no longer see her clearly. She turned her face back to him as she slowly stood up and approached him. He began to panick but her voice soothed his fears and she gentle took his face in her hands as she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. The moment that her lips touched his skin, Voldemort passed out and the world around him dramatically changed for the better...
TBC
2) Doll and Boy
Disclaimer:
Harry Potter is proper property of JK Rowling, Scholastic and Warner Bro.
I lay no claim to the characters what so ever and make no profit from this story.
The mysterious Doll Maker is a character of my own creation so please talk to me before you intend to use her for your own biding.
Email: aj_angelique@yahoo.com
Realm: Harry Potter/Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 (graphic sex, run now if you don\'t like that kind of stuff)
Genders: M/M (Run even farther away if you don\'t gay sex)
Pairing: HP/SS
With that said and done, one with the show!
________________________________________________
Boy Toy
AJ Angelique
1) All For Him
Lord Voldemort sat in the plush oversized green arm chair as he rested his head on his hand and stared into the fire. He was in the old Riddle house...the house of his bastard Muggle father whom abandoned both he and his mother when so called father found out that his mother was a witch. But, that was in the past for his father and grand parents were dead now. Killed by Tom\'s own hands and he laid claim to the home that should have been his. It was a perfect place to make his home base of opperations, no one wuld have susspected if they truely knew anything about him.
He grinned at this notion as even his most loyal followers didn\'t even know that he himself was a Mudblood and yet one of the greatest wizards in the world...which made him frown. The very thought of the word left a sour taste in the back of his new mouth. As the cornerof his mouth wrinkled in disgust, he removed his head from his right hand and moved both hands out to look at them. They were a simnple pair of hands but not an ordinary pair in the least as this wasn\'t his own body but one newly fashioned for him. As lithe as it was, it was slightly disturbing though slightly better than his old one. This one showed on the outside what he was on the inside, filled with hate and discontempt for the world and what it had given him in his lot of life.
\"I can change that,\" came a female voice.
Voldemort gasped as he jumped a little in surprise. As the back of the chair prevented him from turning around in his seat, he took hold of an arm and pulled himself to look around the back to see a stranger in his house. What he found was a woman dressed in tones of black and hunter
green. She was five feet and five inches tall in height with pale pink skin, shoulder length blonde hair pulled up into a Libarian\'s bun and vivid greeb eyes. She wore a green corset with flowers done out in black and gold thread, a green velvet ankle length skirt with slits on the sides, a gold clasp black belt which had a band in the front that hung well down to her knees, black nylons and hunter green slipers with gold and green beads.
The dark lord\'s eyes swept over her body a couple times as her outfit revealed the delicate cuves of her body and the corset had the advantage to enhance the clevage of her C sized breasts. Even so, the lower half of her face was hidden by a black veil that was attached to a set of black and gold clips in her hair. Though the veil gave her an aire of mystery, it also made Voldemort suspicious as he began to search for her wand yet found that not only did she not carryone on her person but there wasn\'t any place she could conceal it...unless it was hidden under her skirt. The idea of this made the corner of his mouth tiwst slightly in amusement and she did as well as she kept her eyes emotionless.
\"Who are you?\" Voldemort demanded as he cleared his throat.
\"I am a Master Doll Crafter and I am here to help you,\" the woman said in a soft gentle voice. The dark lord had never heard a voice such as this and felt oddly comforted by it. As he tried to shake off this feeling, the woman walked away from the locked doro behind her and over to her left side of the chair to kneel down and look into the depths of the flames themselves.
\"Haven\'t you ever wished this world to be different? That things weren\'t the way they were?\" she asked.
\"How so?\" he asked suspiciously.
The woman then first turned her eyes and then her head to look at him,
\"As powerful as you are, there is one thing in this world you desire the most.\"
\"And what would that?\"
\"Acceptance.\"
Voldemort could feel himself freeze as that one simple word nailed him in place. She was right, take away everything and all he really wanted was to be accepted as not only a wizard but a human being as well. As someone who had his own feelings and wishes.
Under her veil, the woman smiled as she her eyes to soften, \"I can make it so.\"
\"How?\"
\"I can fix this world, make it so as you are accepted.\"
Voldemort listen to these words and carefully turned them over in his head as he weighed the possible consequeces in his head.
\"What\'s the catch?\" he asked speculativly.
\"One thing and one thing only, a Soul Doll,\" she said as she kept her left hand rested on her lap and lifted her right hand to hold up her index finger to signify the number. Voldemort raised his eyebrow at this notion.
Voldemort had heard about them once when he was a student at Hogwarts. Soul Dolls were life sized dolls that were given a soul so as they could live. They had the flesh of man but the bodies of a doll as they didn\'t need to eat or breath and they didn\'t have body organs or fluids. Depending on the Doll Crafter, a Soul Doll could be cruedlly or expertally made to look as human as possible. Yet there was one amongst them all who made the best Soul Dolls as they looked completly human save for the hinge lines on the elbows and knees. When asked why she never fixed this, she said it reminded her that she wasn\'t a goddess but merely a servant of god placing ready souls in her dolls.
The one thing that stood out in his mind about the Soul Dolls were as such. Soul Dolls thrive on love. If they are truely loved, they can become human. If they are neglected or abused, they will become depressed to the point that the soul leaves the body and the doll becomes a lifeless shell once again. Something that bothered the Dark Lord and made him shiver slightly.
\"You want to make one?\" he asked and she nodded.
\"Yes.\"
\"Of whom?\"
\"One person and one person alone from this realm that plagues you the most.\"
Voldemort raised both his eyebrows in surprise at this answer as all the cards were in his favour this time. He would not only get a better life but one of his enemies would be alliminated.
\"Well?\" she asked.
\"I accept your offer and you\'ll have your doll in return,\" Voldemort said.
The woman smiled before she turned her face away from him and back to the flames. She folded her hands as if in prayer as she began to chant something that evemn he couldn\'t understand. As she continued, the flames began to spark and Voldemort noticed that what looked to be orbs of light alling through the air as light and slow as a light shower of snow. As this continued, his head began to feel light and he touched his hand to his head as his vision began to blur slightly.
For the first time, he begant o have doubt about his decision and he turned his eyes back to the woman as she had removed her veil but his vision was so blured that he could no longer see her clearly. She turned her face back to him as she slowly stood up and approached him. He began to panick but her voice soothed his fears and she gentle took his face in her hands as she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. The moment that her lips touched his skin, Voldemort passed out and the world around him dramatically changed for the better...
TBC
2) Doll and Boy