Summary: Harry returns to Hogwarts for his sixth year more powerful than he left. Dumbledore is seeing frightening similarities between Harry and Tom Riddle. Fearful for Harry's soul, Dumbledore does the unthinkable.
Warnings: HP/SS, Non-Con, Snarry, Slash, Violence and some Swearing. (Not as dire as it sounds. Just be warned I've chosen the M rating for a reason.)
Disclaimer: No money is being made from this fan fiction. All rights are reserved to JKRowling.
Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
A Perfect Circle- Pet
Harry watched the clock tick closer to midnight. Tonight he would turn sixteen. He was looking forward to it. He had missed his friends over the summer. Letters had been few and far between, and when they did come they were always so vague.
The hand clicked over, and three owls flew through his window, all carrying parcels. "Happy Birthday to me."
Carefully he untied all of the owls burdens, and fed them a few snacks. He reached for one of the packages, when a sharp pain shot through his chest. He stopped and sat up straight. Then another one jolted through him, this time it lasted a little longer. Then another hit him. He gasped and clutched his chest. The pain kept coming, longer and stronger each time. Until it pulsed through his entire body.
Harry writhed on the bed in agony, his tongue pressed between his teeth to keep from shouting.
Grey spots blotted his vision and then their was darkness.
Happy Birthday from Ron and me, and Ginny, and the twins. We all hope your summer has been alright. Ron say's don't let the muggles get you down and I wont tell you what the twins said, though I am sure you can guess.
Mrs. Weasley sent along some pastries that I'm sure you'll like. She say's you're too thin. Ginny say's you are perfect, but don't tell her I wrote that.
Ron also asked me to tell you to open his gift first. He was really excited about it.
Have you done any of your homework yet? I'm almost finished, but Ron hasn't even started his yet so don't worry about it if you haven't. I think you'll find my present will help.
Oh and Lupin said not to be alarmed if your magic changes a bit. Sixteen is the age of maturity, at least magically. You remember how Draco Malfoy was sick on his birthday last year and how I couldn't spell anything right on mine own birthday. I wouldn't be surprised if something like that happened to you, with your magic as strong as it is.
Things are the same as usual over here….
Harry stepped out of the bathroom.
"Finally Potter. How long does it take you to put on your makeup anyway?" Dudley jibed as he pushed passed Harry and though the door. "Freak."
"Shut it." Harry snapped as he walked away. He didn't notice Dudley's mouth was still moving because the boy made no sound.
Dudley grabbed Harry's arm and spun him around. His eyes were wide and scared.
"What is it?" Harry growled. He shook Dudley's hand off him and looked up at his cousin. "Well? Speak."
"You bloody freak you did that on purpose!" Dudley screeched. "You're not allowed to do m…magic" He hissed the last word.
"I didn't do anything."
"You told me to shut up and I couldn't speak!" He said indignantly. "You do that again Potter and I will beat you to a bloody pulp. You hear me!" The large boy spun on his heel and slammed the bathroom door in Harry's face.
A quizzical look passed across Harry's face.
"I'm over here, Harry."
Harry turned and looked around the room. Light pulsed throughout the room, long silks hung from the ceiling and draped across the stone walls.
Harry still couldn't see who had called him. There were people everywhere laying on pillows and couches. Their bodies pulsed together in time with the light. Their arms and legs entwined sinuously around each other.
"Harry!" The voice called again, a man's voice. "Are you coming Harry?"
But it was hard to focus. Smoke drifted through the air in lazy clouds, and all he wanted to do was lie down and join them. They looked so contented.
"You can do whatever you please, if you come to me."
And Harry knew it was the truth. He knew if he found the man, he could finally let go of all that troubled him. He would finally be free.
He stepped through the throng of rhythmic of bodies, unabashed by their nakedness. It was a mass of thighs and breasts and strong backs, and corded necks. Hands reached out to him, they tried to coax him into joining them. He would he promised, but not yet. He had to find the voice, he had to be free.
Then Harry saw him. He recognised the pale iridescent skin and the red eyes that watched him from under dark curls. The man was sprawled out on a mound of pillows. His robes were draped artfully around him, all but a pale thigh and an expanse of smooth chest obscured.
Harry looked enviously at the surrounding soft pink bodies. But none of them touched him. They couldn't touch him, he realised.
Voldemort raised his arm and beckoned Harry to him.
Persistent knocking woke Harry from the dream.
"Harry!" His aunt hollered. "Get up. If you miss that damned train, I swear to god you'll regret it. Are you awake boy!"
Sun streamed though his window and lifted the fog from his brain. Hedwig hooted encouragingly. "I'm up Aunt Petunia." Harry croaked.
"We're leaving in an hour." Harry heard her move away down the hall. He sighed and rubbed himself through his pants. He really hated Voldemort.
Well, what did you think? Review and tell me….pretty please!!
This is obviously the prologue, and the shortest chapter. I have completed the entire story, so this wont go on forever or drizzle out…it's 8 chapters, but I would like to know what you think before I post all of it and discover no one likes it.
No worries though, I'll post anyway.