A Tale Untold
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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2,704
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6
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Prologue -- The Courage to Doubt
Title: A Tale Untold
Author: lovechild91
Summary: One part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly. This is love. This is what cupid shoots you with.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Violence, Physical/Verbal Abuse, dark!Harry, AU
When you are shot with cupid's arrow, you are not injected with love, you are injected with all that make it: one part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly.
Prologue -- The Courage to Doubt
To James and Lily Potter,
This is Harry. By now, you probably know that Sophie and I are missing. If this comes as a shock to you, then you obviously had no clue prior to this letter. If that’s how things are, then I’m going to say that this is not a lie. We’ve left; or rather I’ve left and carried Sophie with me.
Since we turned four, Sophie’s been terminally ill. First the coughs, then the fevers, then the seizures…She just kept getting worse. In the beginning, I guess you tried to help, but you eventually gave up and decided to pretend she doesn’t exist outside of dinner. These days, she’s not even strong enough to come down for dinner, so she eats upstairs. I never gave up, though. Somewhere deep inside, I always felt that if I actually give up, something horrible will happen. I’ll lose Sophie forever, and there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to stop it. So I continued taking care of her, making sure she was comfortable and stuff while you two moved on with your lives.
Do you know what I always wondered? Why is it that despite the fact that we’re magical twins, she ended up with a terminal illness and I didn’t? Often, I find myself wishing that it’d been the other way around, but that would be just selfish. I can’t possibly wish for Sophie the thoughts and feelings I have every time she’s seized by some kind of a cough, or a seizure, or a fever. Being “the Savior of the Wizarding World” doesn’t seem like a sufficient explanation for why I’ve escaped her fate. Something must be wrong.
She tells me everything, you know. She tells me about how she sometimes feels as if she’s burdening me, she tells me about how she doesn’t want to eat sometimes because she feels most sick afterwards, she tells me about how she doesn’t trust Dumbledore, she tells me about how she doesn’t trust you. She sometimes feels as if you’re watching her, making sure she’s still sick as she’s supposed to be. In the beginning, I told her she was just being paranoid, but as time went on, I found it harder and harder to deny.
Why is it you don’t take care of her?
Why is it the doctor visits have stopped?
Was everything in the beginning just a phase?
A front…
A mirage to fool not only her, but also me into thinking that you care?
The thought’s beyond distressing. I’ve tried to ignore such thoughts repeatedly, but it never works. They always find a way of creeping to the forefront.
Is Dumbledore behind all of this?
He always seems to be over once a week. He’s always giving her these stupid toffees that Sophie proclaims she can’t stand, yet he practically guilts her into eating them anyway. He always stays and makes sure that they’ve been properly chewed and swallowed before leaving again. That’s always the only purpose of his visits. Well…There is another purpose. He’s always giving you this little box. I don’t know what’s in it, and I don’t know where you hide it, because you seem to hide it well, but somehow, Sophie and I both know that that box is some kind of trouble.
Why do you always give her water to drink when she asks for pumpkin juice?
What does she mean when she says the water “tastes funny?”
I’ve decided to take measure into my own hands, finally. This early morning, I woke up early, snuck out the house with Sophie strapped to my back, and made my way to the end of the forest and past the wards. You seemed to keep everything, but the post-owls out, but nothing in. You seem quite fond of your Daily Prophet. I’ve taken this to my advantage.
At a location I refuse to inform you of, there is a generous benefactor I’ve been keeping contact. He’s offered that in exchange for a favor, he’ll take Sophie in, make sure she receives the proper care, gets healed of her terminal illness, stays healthy/protected, and returns to me eventually safe and sound. This is all in exchange of a favor, of course. While staying with this generous benefactor, Sophie’ll receive everything necessary for a healthy growing girl. She’ll be taken care of financially, socially, emotionally, and physically.
I cannot honestly tell you if everything’ll work out, but I’m ready to stake my life on it. I’ve made an unbreakable vow. In exchange for his kindness, I’ll become his one and only heir.
I’m sorry if it doesn’t seem appealing to you, but you’re just going to have to accept it. I’ll be back in two weeks.
Duly,
Harry James Potter
“Oh my…James! Albus will kill us!”
“I know, Lily. I know. Let’s just hope they find nothing.”
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~1~
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“I, Harry James Potter do solemnly swear that in exchange for Thomas Marvolo Riddle (a.k.a The Dark Lord (a.k.a Lord Voldemort))’s satisfactory care of my blood sister, Sophia Lillian Potter, financially, emotionally, physically, and socially my fidelity.”
“I, Thomas Marvolo Riddle (a.k.a The Dark Lord (a.k.a Lord Voldemort)) do solemnly swear that in exchange for Harry James Potter’s fidelity, the premier class of emotional, physical, financial, and social care I can possibly provide his blood sister, Sophia Lillian Potter.”
“May woe betide he who talks the talk…”
“Yet cannot walk the walk.”
So it is said, so it is done. Two drops of blood fell synchronized into the merrily festooned chalice with a decisive PLOP. Neither of them knew the consequences of their actions as they stared fixedly at eachother’s face, and at this moment, neither do I. But I can tell you one thing. It’s definitely something good.
Author: lovechild91
Summary: One part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly. This is love. This is what cupid shoots you with.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Violence, Physical/Verbal Abuse, dark!Harry, AU
When you are shot with cupid's arrow, you are not injected with love, you are injected with all that make it: one part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly.
To James and Lily Potter,
This is Harry. By now, you probably know that Sophie and I are missing. If this comes as a shock to you, then you obviously had no clue prior to this letter. If that’s how things are, then I’m going to say that this is not a lie. We’ve left; or rather I’ve left and carried Sophie with me.
Since we turned four, Sophie’s been terminally ill. First the coughs, then the fevers, then the seizures…She just kept getting worse. In the beginning, I guess you tried to help, but you eventually gave up and decided to pretend she doesn’t exist outside of dinner. These days, she’s not even strong enough to come down for dinner, so she eats upstairs. I never gave up, though. Somewhere deep inside, I always felt that if I actually give up, something horrible will happen. I’ll lose Sophie forever, and there’s nothing I’ll be able to do to stop it. So I continued taking care of her, making sure she was comfortable and stuff while you two moved on with your lives.
Do you know what I always wondered? Why is it that despite the fact that we’re magical twins, she ended up with a terminal illness and I didn’t? Often, I find myself wishing that it’d been the other way around, but that would be just selfish. I can’t possibly wish for Sophie the thoughts and feelings I have every time she’s seized by some kind of a cough, or a seizure, or a fever. Being “the Savior of the Wizarding World” doesn’t seem like a sufficient explanation for why I’ve escaped her fate. Something must be wrong.
She tells me everything, you know. She tells me about how she sometimes feels as if she’s burdening me, she tells me about how she doesn’t want to eat sometimes because she feels most sick afterwards, she tells me about how she doesn’t trust Dumbledore, she tells me about how she doesn’t trust you. She sometimes feels as if you’re watching her, making sure she’s still sick as she’s supposed to be. In the beginning, I told her she was just being paranoid, but as time went on, I found it harder and harder to deny.
Why is it you don’t take care of her?
Why is it the doctor visits have stopped?
Was everything in the beginning just a phase?
A front…
A mirage to fool not only her, but also me into thinking that you care?
The thought’s beyond distressing. I’ve tried to ignore such thoughts repeatedly, but it never works. They always find a way of creeping to the forefront.
Is Dumbledore behind all of this?
He always seems to be over once a week. He’s always giving her these stupid toffees that Sophie proclaims she can’t stand, yet he practically guilts her into eating them anyway. He always stays and makes sure that they’ve been properly chewed and swallowed before leaving again. That’s always the only purpose of his visits. Well…There is another purpose. He’s always giving you this little box. I don’t know what’s in it, and I don’t know where you hide it, because you seem to hide it well, but somehow, Sophie and I both know that that box is some kind of trouble.
Why do you always give her water to drink when she asks for pumpkin juice?
What does she mean when she says the water “tastes funny?”
I’ve decided to take measure into my own hands, finally. This early morning, I woke up early, snuck out the house with Sophie strapped to my back, and made my way to the end of the forest and past the wards. You seemed to keep everything, but the post-owls out, but nothing in. You seem quite fond of your Daily Prophet. I’ve taken this to my advantage.
At a location I refuse to inform you of, there is a generous benefactor I’ve been keeping contact. He’s offered that in exchange for a favor, he’ll take Sophie in, make sure she receives the proper care, gets healed of her terminal illness, stays healthy/protected, and returns to me eventually safe and sound. This is all in exchange of a favor, of course. While staying with this generous benefactor, Sophie’ll receive everything necessary for a healthy growing girl. She’ll be taken care of financially, socially, emotionally, and physically.
I cannot honestly tell you if everything’ll work out, but I’m ready to stake my life on it. I’ve made an unbreakable vow. In exchange for his kindness, I’ll become his one and only heir.
I’m sorry if it doesn’t seem appealing to you, but you’re just going to have to accept it. I’ll be back in two weeks.
Duly,
Harry James Potter
“Oh my…James! Albus will kill us!”
“I know, Lily. I know. Let’s just hope they find nothing.”
---------------
~1~
---------------
“I, Harry James Potter do solemnly swear that in exchange for Thomas Marvolo Riddle (a.k.a The Dark Lord (a.k.a Lord Voldemort))’s satisfactory care of my blood sister, Sophia Lillian Potter, financially, emotionally, physically, and socially my fidelity.”
“I, Thomas Marvolo Riddle (a.k.a The Dark Lord (a.k.a Lord Voldemort)) do solemnly swear that in exchange for Harry James Potter’s fidelity, the premier class of emotional, physical, financial, and social care I can possibly provide his blood sister, Sophia Lillian Potter.”
“May woe betide he who talks the talk…”
“Yet cannot walk the walk.”
So it is said, so it is done. Two drops of blood fell synchronized into the merrily festooned chalice with a decisive PLOP. Neither of them knew the consequences of their actions as they stared fixedly at eachother’s face, and at this moment, neither do I. But I can tell you one thing. It’s definitely something good.