By: Mistress Potter
(A/N) Again I must warn you that this story contains slash, male pregnancy, incest and other scenes. Enjoy.
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(Written from Voldemort's P.O.V)
I don't know how I died…I am the Dark Lord…but Dark Lords can't die! Can't they? It's really difficult really, to remember the last thing you saw before you vanished into nothing but a soul wondering through places, in search of a body I can survive.
I've been in the Albanian Forest for too long…yet I can't remember how long. All I know it's been long enough for my soul to become weary and irritated for more souls to surmount. It's been easy, to claim bodies for my own.
Eat their souls, animal or human, and consume mine which has been exhausted enough to travel no further. I must prolong though…so I can regain my body…to recover my soul…and at least my reminiscences.
But no matter now…that was long time ago…two years ago at the very least. Now, I have recovered my body for completely…and nobody can take it away like somebody took mine twelve years ago. I will not tolerate that anymore.
Fore when I died…somehow I thought I was getting weaker every breath I took…every body I took…every soul I devoured...but I was wrong…I became even more brighter…stronger…and endurable for everything I did.
I even recovered most of my memories. Which I am truly grateful so I can be able to know who took away my body.
Yet, what I saw. That vision…that memory. I couldn't believe it with my own eyes.
Antagonism, grief or cheerfulness did not overwhelm me at the least. Just shock.
What I saw brought back everything I did that night…the night I decided to kill them…that night at Halloween.
I came to this small village, after thick headed but helpful Wormtail told me where they were hiding…almost deserted but very calm and happy, too much for my displeasure. Before I set my feet upon it, I knew there was laughter, dreams, and so much joy for these insignificant people who thought that I might never come to their living home and set an end to their miserable stupid lives. How wrong they all were.
I came that night…I killed all the people that colonized there. Oh, how sweet it was to finally remember their sweet anguished voiced begging me to spare their lives or the lives of their children. It was beautiful really.
Even more beautiful when I heard the skulls of their heads crash and shatter against the floor. Even the best part…to see their blood flow away from their veins and into the unstained floor. I would bring my hands down to the floor and touch the very salty blood up to my long pale fingers.
So sweet and delicious…I can still taste it even after these long years. Then I finally reached my destination…too bad that I didn't know it would be my last.
I saw the charm that was inflicted in their house vanish for completely, just after I set my feet upon their lawn. They knew…they knew their so 'loyal' friend, Wormtail had betrayed him. Their minds wandering, saying that they should have trusted their friend…what was his name…ahh yes…Sirius Black.
But anyhow, even if they asked for Black's errand they still couldn't escape from my clutch…from my darkness. No one every did…I opened their welcomed home with one of the most simplest charms I could master easily in less than one day. And there he was…James Potter.
Loyal husband, somewhat handsome, brave and protect full. However, many believed that this man was a lovable father…how dare they set their minds upon that…but never mind that.
I could see his face…determined to fight me and shield the family he so longed to wish for. Our wands were armed but his mind had wondered too much about his wife and his so called 'child' of his. Hmmm…brave but way to effortless to overwhelm him.
Words escaped from my mouth…words that angered him to the extreme but brought pleasure to my ears. His growls were like…music…but not a beautiful a how I fought him.
But I couldn't just kill him that easily. No. I tortured him with one of the most well know torturing courses the Wizarding World knew and feared. Over and over again.
I asked him for his last request to this world he was to completely vanish…not his soul, but his body. He replied, "I hope…you rot in hell, you murderous bastard!"
And then, he died…right before my eyes. Once again I was able to see his blood splatter through the walls and into my dark black robes. Then blood made its mark to the floor. Simply too sweet. His eyes were glassy and empty…something I saw almost everyday.
I didn't have time though…to taste his blood. I had to proceed with my plan. I walked very slowly to the rooms of the house. I knew my ex-lover, Lily Potter, could not break away from me. I secured this house with unbreakable charms.
And there I saw her. Desperately trying to open the doors with charms…but since she noticed she couldn't she tried with her physical effort. Her hands were bruised and yet didn't perceive my presence behind her.
Not until her child replied words I disregarded. She whirled around and gawked at me. Her face couldn't of been more beautiful…horror and anger upon it. It was a scene I could hardly contain within me.
She was determined to not let go of the child she clutched protectively over her breasts. My darling Lily. I no longer needed of her anymore.
I remembered her with words of passion and seduction. Tears flowed down her cheeks and into her robes. No longer did she want to hear the memories I replied to her. Yes. I must admit I had an erotic moment with her.
A beautiful night, just like this one…in an abandoned house…just me and her and a bed…her hands all over my body and her hands over mine…kissing and fondling…my erection inside her body…bouncing quickly inside her cervix. My hot seed splattered inside of her. She couldn't help but to moan and clutch harder into me. Until it was over…I left her, her memories from that night gone.
But I reminded her…the day she gave birth to my child. I reminded her with a letter…a letter she soon hid, before she burned it to ashes…she might of burned the letter, but not her memories.
But today was the day. She could no longer hold the truth and I had to finish with my business here. She begged mercy for her child…but she was soon gone. Not gone enough to murmur to her child.
And she was no more. I gazed at the corpse on the floor, before I set my eyes upon the child in the crib. I was about to finish my duty here when something made me held back.
The beauty of the child. Something I had never seen before in my life. I had only considered horror and fury from people as beauty…but not happiness and the sweetest laughter. This was what the child…my darling son had. This was no miserable and worthless child. This child was everything innocence, sweetness and beauty represented.
I couldn't keep my gaze from him…never. I could stand there for eternity and see my beautiful child grow. I'm aware that the child's beauty will increase ever year…every day…every hour. So beautiful was my darling babe ahead of me.
I reached down to sensually touch his smooth cheek. It was soft, rosy and flushed with joy as I tickled him down there. I haven't touched anyone this much since I had sexual intercourse with Lily.
But I haven't touched this way to someone so young. But I didn't mind. I found children rather more amusing to sex than adults; to take their virginities and innocence away. But this creature was too young; he was a babe after all.
Oh how I wished in that moment that my darling child were at least nine, or ten or twelve years old. To at least bed him with me…to take his clothes off slowly…to feel his heat against my coldness, to feel his smooth, innocent skin against my sinful cold pale skin…to run my tongue over his body…to place kisses over private parts…to have my cock bounce against his arse, and see blood pour out of it…but mostly to see him moan under me, trying to reach me so he can pull me down and kiss me wildly…my own son loving me and I his father loving him back…and at the end my seed would splatter hot inside of him, and I would pull out of him, crying wildly side by side. How I wished that were fatherly love. If it were, we would do that every day…or every hour.
But I had to continue… he had too much of his parents in him, I could hardly see him. I bend down and kissed his forehead tenderly and replied that I loved him. He was mine…but I had to finish him off. I don't know why…but I had to. I replied half the killing curse until I heard the words from my son. "I luv ju, Daddy"
That entirely did me in. My own son had recognized me! That beautiful child could talk and remember me…even though he had never seen me and I had never seen him either. He knew I was his father…and he was my most darling son. He was mine…
Somehow, I didn't notice that I fully replied the curse. Not until I saw the green light…when I decided to act. I rebounded the curse towards me…but not until I murmured.
"You and I will be together soon, my beautiful Harry" and I still kept my last gaze on the only thing that fully belonged to me forever…his body and his soul.
I knew from that moment that he and I would encounter again…and he was mine to claim. I had claimed this child since the day he was born…but I wasn't fully aware of that. But never mind that.
My body might have vanished and my soul could get weakened…but this child was mine…forever and wholly. I would make sure nobody will claim him. He's mine no matter what anyone might say or think.
He's mine no matter if he remembers or not…or what he might think and say. No one can take him away from me. I know I will come back…and I finally have, thank the gods.
Harry was everything innocence, sweetness and beauty represented. And he is mine…I made him and I can unmake him just as easily. No one…not even his Godfather can keep him away from me. No matter how much they protect them.
I will do anything it takes to have him at my side as my son…and claim him as my obsession…preoccupation…my dirty little secret…my paramour.
I will finally bed him with me…to take his clothes off slowly…to feel his heat against my coldness, to feel his smooth, innocent skin against my sinful cold pale skin…to run my tongue over his body…to place kisses over private parts…to have my cock bounce against his arse, and see blood pour out of it…but mostly to see him moan under me, trying to reach me so he can pull me down and kiss me wildly…my own son loving me and I his father loving him back…and at the end my seed would splatter hot inside of him, and I would pull out of him, crying wildly side by side. How I wished that were fatherly love. If it were, we would do that every day…or every hour.
He and I are one…only this time I own him and he will serve me far beyond what any of my servants have done for me. He will be my paramour…my little wife instead of my son.
Nobody will change that from now on.
I have resurrected…more powerful, brighter and hungrier for my darling son. I will summon my most powerful and loyal servants to do my biding. They will be the ones to get rid of those who will interfere with me. They will be the ones who will clear my path to get what I need…to get what I wanted this whole time.
My little darling child…my darling paramour. Harry…do not fear me. I'm here for you…to love you…to give you fatherly love. Not your Godfather, Sirius Black.
You will be mine Harry…weather you like it or not…I will have you. I made you…not your Mudblooded mother, Lily. Hear me, Harry…I will come for you, soon. You are my little paramour.
Nothing will stop me from coming to you, Harry. No one will protect you from my seduction…my darkness, Harry.
No one will ever change that, my little paramour.
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