War Stories

"Do you know who I am? Of course you don't you're far to young to know, to understand. I'm sure you've heard the name 'Harry Potter' though. Of course, he did save our world. Do you know the story? Oh yes, the school book story of what happened.

I knew him you know. I met him so long ago, long before werewolves were given equal rights, before Hogwarts was rebuilt, even before it was burned to the ground, even long before the wars that ripped the wizarding world apart. I know Harry Potter when he was just 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', not just the hero is became.

We met when he was a child, and so was I. I was ten, he barely eleven. We were in a robe shop, Madam Malkins, that shop is long gone now, but then it was alive with magic and people, on that day however is was empty save for two small boys. I thought nothing of him then, for I didn't know who he was, to me Harry Potter was another scared first year not sure which house he was going to be in.

The next time I would meet him, I knew who he was. I desired terribly to be his friend, but he forsake me, me of all people! At the time I hated him for his rejection, despised who he choose for friends, a filthy muggle born, and a poor worthless Weasley. Oh yes those two were, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Yes I know who they are, and what they did, but then they were simply children, we all were.

Time passed all too quickly then, rushing to classes, doing homework, even playing quidditch. Potter was far too good at that game, I never did get to best him. He was always one step ahead of me in that game, he still is the only one to beat me and I was one of the best, I even played pro for a few years before the game was put on hold.

During our school years Potter and I fought, we had a rivalry going, neither one getting the upper hand for long. Every year Potter would defeat whoever was trying to kill him at the time. He would win the house cup and the quidditch cup. Always leaving me in a sour mood.

Teachers came and went, we passed and failed tests and learned all we could. I remember when we graduated at the end of our seventh year, he came to me then and offered something I'd wanted for years, friendship.By then it was too late for me, I'd become a hateful twisted young man, and being foolish as I'd been I denied him that simple thing, that small pleasure well call friendship. For that I will always regret.

Time continued to pass for us and Voldemort made himself known once more, he destroyed the ministry, and Diagon Ally, he burnt down half of London in his wake. And Harry, brave, powerful Harry he had to win it all to save us all. By then I'd followed in my fathers footsteps, becoming a Death Eater, gaining my mark, even if I didn't truly believe in him. I did as any good son would do and listened to daddy.

Now was the time for real changes to be made. And I, well I made up my mind, I swallowed my pride and contacted Potter. I became his spy, a great risk to my own life mind you. I knew what happened to spies, Severus Snape was a prime example! The Dark Lord did something not done for ages, he'd had him strung up on a pike for all to see, right on the Hogwarts lawn when he found out about him working both sides.

Oh i forgot to mention he's captured the school didn't I? Sorry do forgive an old mans mind. Yes he's captured the school, turned it into a Death Eater training camp which is throne room the old great hall. I should know I worked there, teaching young minds how to kill with the most evil of curses. The worst of all, I was his chosen one, the one he forced into his bed each night to please his disgusting form, I still have nightmares about it.

I'll spare you the details, but I did learn things, things I passed along. It made being forced to sexually please a monster every night worth it. My servitude did have its good points, I wasn't made to hunt muggles, or anyone actually. I simply had to please my master, and teach.

My efforts learned me many things, like how often I could make my master cum, or how to avoid vomiting said cum. Or out of the better things, how vulnerable Voldemort really was. That was the easiest to discover. He very nearly made it known. He couldn't stand positive things, sunlight burned his scaly skin, positive emotions made him ache, and love, love is what killed him. I knew how he grew strong through domination and fear, fed off the cries of those he tortured, craved degradation.

I simply had to relay the information, and relay I did. Once the light side knew what I had learned, they formed a plan, such a simple plan I should have thought of it. And it all came down to two things, or people rather, myself and one Harry James Potter. Oh and one vile of lust potion.

Oh you didn't know that, of course not they don't tell those parts in school. You've heard the sanitized version, Potter rushed the school wand held high and cast the killing curse, which he did do, but not right away. The real battle started with myself. All I did was slip a small amount of a lust potion into the Dark Lords food, I knew it was there even when I was made to sample his food, but I'd already taken a counter potion so I felt little effects of the drought.

Which one was is you ask? Why is was Aphrodite's Sweat, and it really does taste like sweat, salty sweet and fresh like warm ocean spray on a cool night. I'm rather fond of that elixir myself. Most people think it is a love potion, but you'd be wrong, love can not be mimicked, only lust.

That is neither here nor there though. After the potion was in his system it worked its effects, the drought has a calming effect on the system making it more pron to positive feelings, a thing not allowed in the new Hogwarts. All I had to do was wait. I excused myself early that night, Voldemort allowing with promises of seeing to me later that evening, which meant he'd be around to fuck me until his dark hearts content before dawn.

I know not of how Potter made it into the castle, that was not my part, nor do I know how he found me in Voldemorts personal chambers, but find me he did. Oh yes he found more then just a broken down wizard, a sex slave, he found the true me, the soul inside, the darkest, most hidden parts of me. In more ways then one.

No one knows it but Harry Potter has one of the best mouths even created by the Gods above. And Merlin can he use it. That is how Voldemort found us, wrapped around each other lost in a lustful abandon. What I didn't know at the time was how Harry Potter was going to win or even if he would.

All I knew in that moment was how much faith I had in that green eyed man, that and how lovely his cock felt inside me, I never knew what went through Harry's mind, I still don't know, even to this day, but whatever it was, it shocked Voldemort to the core. That was Potter's opening.

He struck then, all the while still buried to the hilt in me I might add. He sent off several curses, only one of them being the killing curse, but in the end that's all that mattered for he was dead, ironically the moment Voldemort's lifeless body his the floor we were both cumming. Odd isn't it? Yes it is I know.

After that he was declared a hero, and I, I was just Voldemort's whore. Lovely isn't it? I got nothing, no mention in the history books, no novel deals, no interviews with the Profit, or Witch Weekly, not even the Quibbler. I do think it was for the best, however, at the time I was very angry and went off to travel the world.

I missed some parts of the story in my travels, I sailed the seas of Greece, spent years on a beach in Spain, A decade dining on the finest foods of Asia and even spent time learning who I was in America. In the end I did return to London, and even Hogwarts, I still don't know when it was rebuilt, the school had crumbled with Voldemort's reign on the world.

I learned of the wars following Voldemort, of the remaining Death Eater vying for power of our world, and how everyone was crushed by Potter and his friends. I just wonder what happened in his head that night, the night he saved me, so that I could live my life, really live it." Draco finished, the interviewer across from him staring at him like he held all the secrets of life. It was a nice change to his normal pace.

The only reason he was telling his story was because it had to be known, His part needed to be known, so many years after the events, but only recently after the saviors death. Ironically his birthday was tomorrow, he's be turning one hundred and twenty seven, the only living wizard left from what they were calling the dark times.

"Please excuse me, my house elves will let you out." he said leaving the room, Draco sat his old bones down on his bed, pulling an old photo from his drawer. It was taken nearly sixty years ago, he was sitting with Harry Potter, somehow they were caught in a kiss. A single kiss.

Draco lied when he said he didn't know what caused Harry to win the war, he knew, had always known. Harry Potter won the war with love. the purest of emotions, he'd hidden his love for years, hiding it behind a mask and stolen moments behind the bleachers, or in the showers. Theirs was a long drawn out, tatter but never broken affair. Draco pressed a kiss the the photo before slipping it back in its place.

A small smile drifted over his pale lips as he laid down on his large bed, he felt at peace, finally at home with his emotions after all these years.

"Harry.... I hope you're waiting for me...."

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Worlds Oldest Wizard Dead!

Draco Malfoy, war hero, and long time bachelor passed away last night. He passed in his sleep on the eve of his hundred and twenty eighth birthday. He'd just finished giving an interview that very same evening (see page 27 for article). His funereal will be held in two weeks time in a small private ceremony held on Malfoy Manners grounds. He is survived by his named heir Lilly Rose Potter Lupin, great great grand daughter of one Harry Potter.

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"Love.... wake up love, you're home?" Smiling rose colored lips said, not holding back their mirth.

"Harry..? Is that really you? You look so young."

"Of course it's me Draco, this is your Heaven after all." Green eyes lit up with glee as lightly calloused hands ran along Draco's pale flesh teasing lightly.

"Is that all this is? You're not the real Harry. Get away from me." His voice sounded miserable as he turned his body away. He didn't want some fake Potter for all eternity, that would be a hell in of itself. A hand pressing on his back made him turn sharply.

"Honestly, can't take a joke even after all these years? Of course it's me stupid." Harry smiled, "You're home and now we can finally have our peace, like we always wanted."

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