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DISCLAIMER: HARRY POTTER AND EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH THE FRANCISE BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING, NOT ME. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, BUT ANY OC'S WILL BE MINE!

The Dark Lord sat rigid on his throne, sneering at the two cowering death eaters knelt at his feet with their heads bowed.

"You mean to tell me that you failed?" Voldemort asked in an icy tone.

"It is heavily guarded, my lord. We attempted to…"

"I did not ask for pitiful excuses!" The Dark Lord glared at the man, who was now looking at Voldemort as if he knew nothing.

"What did you expect us to do, my lord?" The death eater asked mockingly. Some of the death eaters had discussed this man's identity and they thought that it was blatantly obvious that he was a fake. He looked nothing like the Lord Voldemort they knew. He wasn't reptilian or snake-like in appearance at all and if the rumours were true, he was spotted with the Potter boy recently, which just confirmed their suspicions. The Dark Lord wouldn't be stupid enough to fraternise with the enemy after all.

Voldemort read the man's thoughts easily and felt rage build within him, but kept his face deceptively cool. With a casual flick of his wrist, Voldemort sent the man hurtling towards the wall where he was bound with rope.

Ignoring the idiot's shouts of outrage, he beckoned the other death eater forward and pressed his wand to their wrist. Suddenly, black smoke seemed to envelope the huge room as one after one, the death eaters started to appear.

After a moment of tense silence, Voldemort's cold, low voice permeated the air.

"It seems as though you are under some misconception that I tolerate failure within my ranks. Perhaps I have been too lenient with you all for you to suddenly become so inadequate and foolish enough to even consider that I am not Lord Voldemort because believe me, I. Am." Voldemort punctuated the last two words in parseltongue, just to clarify that yes, he WAS the Dark Lord and delighted in the way many of his followers were shaking in fear or collapsing to their knees in hope of forgiveness.

"You are to be taught a lesson. If you dare to fail me and attempt to avoid responsibility for your failure, then you will be punished…severely. Ah, and look what we have here!" Voldemort announced mockingly whilst strolling towards the bound death eater on the wall. "A man who did just that."

"M…My L…Lord, I…"

"CRUCIO!"

The death eater screamed in agony and writhed against the wall as the pain intensified and became unbearable.

Voldemort smirked evilly, delighting in the terror and pain he was causing.

By Salazar, he'd missed this.

Voldemort ended the spell after the man finally fell unconscious due to the pain.

"Now get out and someone take that disgusting whelp with them!" Voldemort commanded severely, angry at the incompetence of his followers.

When they had all left, Voldemort sat back down on his throne and contemplated what he should do. He knew he needed it. It was essential for his plans…but how to get it? Voldemort mused silently, tapping his finger on his chin, unaware that he was not the only one with problems in the manor at that moment.

Harry was jolted out of his dream with a gasp. A dull, pleasurable sensation coursed through his veins and Harry thought it must have been from his dream, which was extremely pleasurable.

He sat up on his bed for a few minutes, contemplating his dream.

It had been a bit odd because Voldemort was normally the one initiating contact and dominating him completely, but in this dream he seemed almost hesitant to do so, not that Harry was complaining of course. It had been a nice change after all… It was just…odd.

Harry was about to finally get up, when suddenly a huge, tsunami of pleasure crashed down upon him and he moaned loudly as it engulfed his whole body. Harry arched his back against the mattress as the pleasure increased even more. Harry's right hand shot into his pyjama pants and wrapped around his hard member, making him moan at the dual pleasure he was receiving. He stroked his penis gently for around 5 seconds, before losing all his inhibitions. Harry thrust into his hand, completely uncaring of the noise he was making as he moaned at the heat of his own flesh wrapping around his cock and the inferno of pleasure engulfing him, making his senses explode

Harry whimpered and writhed as his pace increased, and the pleasure was driving him towards that sweet release he so desperately needed. He knew he was on the brink, and just before he was about to cum, the pleasure suddenly vanished.

"No!" Harry cried in dissatisfaction at the loss, but he still came moments later.

He breathed heavily for several moments, completely baffled at what had just happened.

"What in the heck was that?!"

Harry was surprised to find Voldemort in the library later that day, after lunch.

For days, Harry hadn't seen very much of the Dark Lord at all, which shouldn't really have come as a shock to Harry, seen as though Voldemort was a very important man and therefore very busy. So, Harry had spent the days with Draco playing wizard's chess and even an odd game of quidditch or in the library, reading as many books as possible on anything he wanted to learn.

As soon as Harry stepped into the library, Voldemort looked up from his seat on the leather chaise and smiled.

"Hello Harry." Voldemort almost purred the name, forcing a blush onto Harry's cheeks which Voldemort loved.

Voldemort smirked and patted the seat next to him, indicated to Harry to sit there, which the boy soon did.

"So, how has life been without me these past few days? Dreadfully boring I imagine." Voldemort questioned humorously, feeling something stir within him as the boy smiled cutely.

"Why yes it has been actually. Chess can only be played a certain number of times before one tires of it."

"Ah yes, I suppose oneself would tire of such fruitless frivolity."

Harry tilted his head to the side, quirking an eyebrow at the Dark Lord with a smile.

"Are you mocking me, my Lord?"

Voldemort smirked and leant down to whisper in Harry's ear in a low, seductive tone.

"And if I am? What will my little horcrux do?"

Harry gulped as Voldemort's tongue flicked out to taste the flesh of his ear lobe, and the man's breath ghosted over the side of his neck. Just as the Dark Lord's lips were about to kiss Harry's neck, the man pulled back, delighting in the disappointment he saw flash through Harry's eyes.

Voldemort stood and casually swaggered to the door, half turning before he left the room.

"Oh and Harry, you never did answer my question. What do you want to do to me? When you've figured that out, come and find me and I'll tell you just what I want to do to you." Voldemort spoke in a low, husky tone, licking his lips and practically devouring Harry's young, lean frame with his eyes with obvious lust, before leaving the room.

Harry's breath came out heavily and laboured as he thought of just what he wanted Voldemort to do to him.

Gods, he wanted the man so badly and by hell he was going to get him soon.