shimmery017 & rohanshieldmaid
Mod's Note: It had to be too good to be true. I have made a stuff-up. My sincerest apologies to shimmery017 and rohanshieldmaid for my over-enthusiastic deleting finger. I present unto you all the (actual) last fic for hp_remix. ::blushes, tomato-esque::
Title: About the Consequences of Fickle Loyalty
Author: shimmery017
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort
Challenge: I do not struggle in your web, because it was my aim to get caught. - Fiona Apple, The First Taste
Nagini froze in the doorway. She had gone looking for her Master and had finally found him, in the room with the warm fire, but he was not alone. A young human was kneeling at her Master’s feet, leaning into her Master’s body with her Master’s hands in his black hair.
Indignant, Nagini entered the room hissing, “Master?”
Both figures turned towards her, and she caught a glimpse of the interloper’s startled green eyes before he raised his hand to adjust the odd contraption of metal and glass on his face.
She turned towards her Master, who raised his hand, pointed his wand-
Expello!
Nagini hit her head as she was thrown from the room. The message was clear. She shook her head and started to slither away- she was not going to stay where she was unwanted.
She slithered past the new figures that suddenly appeared in the foyer, ignoring them. She watched idly for a moment as they began to creep in the direction of parlor. Where were all these intruders coming from? She avoided them as she neared the door.
Let his new familiar warn him. Really, better that she leave now.
It was time to lay her eggs anyway.
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Author: rohanshieldmaid
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Voldemort, with implied Harry/Remus, plus two other ‘ships, but that would spoil the ending
Warnings: Angst, character death, masturbation
Summary: “Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.”-Sun Tzu, The Art of War
~~*~~
Nagini froze in the doorway. She had gone looking for her Master and had finally found him, in the room with the warm fire, but he was not alone. A young human was kneeling at her Master’s feet, leaning into her Master’s body with her Master’s hands in his black hair.
Indignant, Nagini entered the room hissing, “Master?”
Both figures turned towards her, and she caught a glimpse of the interloper’s startled green eyes before he raised his hand to adjust the odd contraption of metal and glass on his face.
She turned towards her Master, who raised his hand, pointed his wand-
Expello!
Nagini hit her head as she was thrown from the room. The message was clear. She shook her head and started to slither away- she was not going to stay where she was unwanted.
She slithered past the new figures that suddenly appeared in the foyer, ignoring them. She watched idly for a moment as they began to creep in the direction of parlor. Where were all these intruders coming from? She avoided them as she neared the door.
Let his new familiar warn him. Really, better that she leave now.
It was time to lay her eggs anyway.
~~*~~
I watch Nagini leave, the cold, spidery hands of Voldemort threading their way through my hair once more as I summon my Gryffindor courage and lean back in, nuzzling his obvious erection with my cheek, and hoping against hope that the Occlumency and Legilimency lessons with Snape have finally paid off.
This has to go off without a hitch, and the only way for it to work is if the Dark Lord believes I’m sincere.
It’s almost ludicrous, really. Of all the things that have been attempted to kill this monster-hexes, curses, intricate plots and the like-the most basic thing will be what does him in: sex. And we have Lucius Malfoy to thank for the key.
Oh, he didn’t hand it over willingly, of course. After all, why would Voldemort’s right hand man help the Order? But it’s not like he had a choice in the matter. He was dead.
Particularly nasty duel, that one. He had discovered Snape’s role as a spy, but rather than tell Voldemort directly, he came up with the bright idea to duel Severus to the death and take his corpse to the Dark Lord and expose his treachery. I suppose he thought it would curry more favor with the bastard. I don’t know.
Rotten luck for him, then, that Snape is an accomplished duelist, and coupled with the paranoia that is par for the course of two decades of spying, he saw what was coming and took advantage of the Malfoy ego. He baited Lucius, and the two men went ‘round for ages, hexes flying, with both men ending up bloodied and broken. In the end, Severus managed a Dark curse that permanently robbed Lucius of his voice, preventing him from casting any further spells, then Snape finished him off for good.
And then, being the Slytherin he is, he proceeded to use Lucius’ own plans against him.
Apparating the both of them to the Dark Lord’s stronghold, he knelt before Voldemort and announced that he had killed Malfoy after discovering that he was a spy for the Headmaster, allowing Riddle into his mind, and showing him the memories he had carefully altered via his Legilimency skills.
The results were more than we ever could have dreamed.
Severus was made Voldemort’s second in command, his loyalty no longer in doubt to the Dark Lord, and as punishment for Lucius’ “transgressions”, Draco was offered up to the Dementors by Riddle as a gift, to ensure their loyalty to his cause. Narcissa was long gone, having cut all ties with her son before his death, and promising not to interfere. She went to France, leaving Malfoy Manor to the Dark Lord, though taking all the wealth in the family vaults, and hasn’t been heard from since.
Voldemort went through the ancient home and gave Severus the entire library of books that Lucius possessed, along with his Potions lab and supplies, giving him free reign in whatever projects he desired.
It was one of those projects that landed me here tonight, on my knees before Voldemort.
And now I can only hope that it all works.
~~*~~
Fools, the lot of them.
Stringing them along has been far simpler than I ever imagined, and now, tonight, I will gain what is rightfully mine. I have been long overdue for payment, and by the time the sun rises, I intend to collect.
In the meantime, I think some entertainment is in order.
~~*~~
“So you wish to be here now, with me, and live your life as my consort?” asks Voldemort, his crimson eyes looking deeply into mine, the pull of Legilimency making its way through my mind as I feel him looking for the lie.
Swallowing the bile that is in my throat, I lick my lips and answer him in what I hope is a seductive voice. “Of course, my Lord. That fool Headmaster has manipulated my life for the last time, and at least by your side, or in your bed, I would know where I stand at all times. There would be no pretense.”
“You expect me to believe you?” he wonders, his gaze narrowing, his bald head cocking to one side. His invasion in my mind is getting stronger, the search more aggressive, and I pray that the Occlumency will hold out. “Why?”
“Because, my Lord, I have spent seven years under Albus Dumbledore’s control,” I reply, “thrown into life threatening confrontations every year with barely any actual training on my part, and either loved or reviled by the public depending on their whims. And my summers are spent with the same Muggle family that locked me in a cupboard for most of my life and who hated me,” I sneer, though it’s not entirely an act. “I am tired of it all, and no longer have the will to fight. And I don’t wish to die, but rather serve you instead. I’ve lost too much to fight on.”
“And just how do you intend to prove your loyalty to me?” demanded the Dark Lord. “Your mind tells me that you are sincere, but how do I know that is the case?”
“I approached Severus,” I explain, “and I told him that I wanted to stand by you, and he suggested a seduction, as I have no Dark Arts knowledge, and the typical Death Eater trials require them. Prove myself worthy of being your consort, he said, and you would not only spare my life, but take me in as your own.” Reaching into my robe pocket, I pull out two phials. “He gave me these two potions to aid in my quest. This one,” I signal, raising my left hand, “is massage oil that he says he has made for you in the past, and this one,” I motion, showing my right, “is a lubricant that will prepare me sufficiently for you.”
Long, bony fingers take the phials from me, and the Dark Lord uncorks them, sniffing them both one at a time. Seemingly satisfied with the results, he nods briefly and looks at me. “Very well,” he intones. “You will have this one chance to prove yourself to me. If you fail, you will die, and I will return your corpse to Hogwarts, or perhaps string it up at the Ministry of Magic. Is that clear?”
“Crystal, my Lord,” I answer, lowering my head in submission to further the ruse, and he snaps his fingers, closing the door to the room. Another wave of his hand conjures a divan, and in an even tone, he orders, “Undress me.”
~~*~~
Think of Remus…think only of Remus…
Everything about this monster is, for lack of a better word, reptilian. Eyes with vertical, slanted pupils, lipless mouth, white skin that even has that dry snake feel to it…it’s just awful. Even his cock feels like it is covered in scales, which almost made me retch when I took it in my mouth, tongue swirling around the tip, lips wrapping around his shaft over and over.
Eventually, he had to have more, so I soon found myself with his hands in my hair once again as he slowly rocked his hips into me, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm. I could hear his breath hitch after a time, but before he let himself go too far, he stopped and told me to strip before him and lay on my back, legs spread out before him, which is where I am now.
His tongue, like a snake’s, is forked, which is a disconcerting sight, and my skin is crawling at his very touch, but in order for this plan to succeed, I have to sleep with him, and I don’t fancy being raped. So instead, I fool myself. I think of my lover. I think of Remus.
I think of the last time we were together, early this morning, in anticipation of what was to come tonight.
~~*~~
“Remus, I don’t know if I can do this,” I whimpered. “It just feels wrong, even though I have your consent. I’m betraying you by this,” I mused sadly.
Wrapping his arms around me in our bed, he pushed my fringe aside and gave me a stern gaze. “Hush,” he said firmly. “We’ve gone through this already. Dumbledore feels this is the best course of action, and the Order agrees. I hardly think that one night, which will end up killing the Dark Lord, equals you having an affair behind my back.”
“But…” I protested, only to be cut off by his finger on my lips. “No. My mind is made up. If this works, Harry, we’ll all be free of the bastard,” he says fiercely, his amber eyes flashing. “You heard what Snape said tonight-he’s made both of those potions for Voldemort before, so the Dark Lord will expect them, but he’s modified the massage oil to slow his reflexes when he comes, and then strip his magic from him because of your blood connection. All it takes is an incantation to activate the dormant magic, and he’ll be as muggle as his father, enabling you to kill him once and for all.”
“I still don’t see why I have to sleep with him,” I snorted. “Look at him. He’s barely even human with all the things he’s done to himself.” Remus laughed then, and he gave me a wry grin, “That’s what the lube is for, my dear,” he murmured, his fingers tracing down my back and settling at the curve of my arse. “It’s got an aphrodisiac added, so you’ll become aroused. Harry-this is sex magic. You have to fuck him, and you both have to come in order to give your magic the boost it needs for the spell to work. Then once he’s dead, get in touch with Severus and we’ll come fetch you.”
Sighing, I conceded his point. “Fine. I’ll do it, but,” I teased, rubbing my morning erection against his, “I could use something to think about while I’m there. Lying back and thinking of England just doesn’t seem like much fun,” I grinned, and Remus laughed out loud. He then proceeded to give me a rather…inspirational shag.
~~*~~
And so I come back to myself, at least in part.
I don’t feel Voldemort’s tongue encircling my shaft, or his mouth taking me in, even though that’s what he’s doing. I imagine my lover, and I miss the brown shoulder length hair, peppered with gray, rubbing against my thighs, since the Dark Lord is bald and I have nothing to run my fingers through as he sucks me off.
I can see it all so clearly, as if he were here instead of this monster.
Remus’ strong, sure hands parting my arse cheeks. His tongue teasing me, from the base of my cock to the cleft of my arse. His mouth carefully sucking on my balls as his fingers gently part me so that he can prepare me.
Not Voldemort. Never Voldemort. Always Remus, in spite of what I am doing now.
Instead of a vague, snake-like scent invading my nostrils, I imagine the pure masculine, salty taste of my lover’s skin, the gentle, but insistent thrusting of his warm fingers, covered in lube, as he stretches me to be claimed, hitting my prostate at just the right angle that I see stars behind my eyes. When my legs are placed over the Dark Lord’s shoulders, and he leans in to capture my mouth in a kiss as he begins a pounding rhythm into me, I imagine Remus instead, enabling me to look into the crimson eyes above mine with the same heady, needy look that Moony would normally receive from me.
And when I’m rolled over onto all fours, a hard cock thrusting in and out of me, chest across my back, kisses and nibbles being traced along my shoulder and neck, it’s not the bastard who killed my parents, and who has been the reason for all of my personal misery doing it, but Moony, with his hands clutching my hips as we drive headlong into release.
I can feel my hips tightening, and Voldemort’s grip becoming more insistent, and I can tell that we’re close, so I chance a look back at him. His eyes are closed, the lipless mouth parted slightly, his head thrown back in his bliss, and I use his momentary distraction to summon my wand to myself in preparation.
I just hope this works.
~~*~~
From the burning pain in my left arm, and the fading of my Dark Mark, I can only surmise that the brat succeeded where so many others have failed.
I’d congratulate him, of course, but there is no need for such sentimentality.
His world is about to be shattered.
~~*~~
Adjusting his robes and pocketing his wand, Harry looked at the crumpled form on the floor that had been Voldemort. Killing him had been a lot easier once his magic was gone, though he never would have wished the process on anyone else.
As the incantation had left his lips, the Dark Lord jerked back harshly, his voice dripping with venom. “What have you done to me?” he thundered just before the pain took over and he fell to the ground. To Harry, it seemed as if Riddle were under several Cruciatus curses at once, and the creature’s distraction allowed the Gryffindor the chance to get the wand of yew and phoenix feather that had been the cause of so much pain, and he put it in his robes. He would return it to the Headmaster as proof that the deed was done, and then he would return to Grimmauld Place, and to Remus, and try to move on with his life.
Once the bloodied, and now magicless being that had been Voldemort stopped twitching, he glared at his young archrival.
“What did you do?” he hissed.
“What should have been done long ago, Tom,” replied Harry. “Stripped you of your power. You are now truly Tom Riddle, just as much a muggle as the man you were named for. And now, it’s time for it all to end,” said Potter.
“NO! I will not accept this. Never!” screamed the Dark Lord, and he attempted to lunge at his nemesis, only to find his body failing him. More thrashing and cursing, with the younger wizard smirking and explaining the entire plot of the Order to Voldemort, including Snape’s treachery, Lucius’ death, and the modified potions that were used.
Nearly mad with rage, Voldemort made a final attempt to attack Harry, only to find himself felled by a single Killing Curse, falling dead at his opponent’s feet. Another flick of his wand magicked Riddle’s robes back on to his body, and he signaled Snape, letting him know to contact the Order, and to come claim the Dark Lord’s corpse.
~~*~~
“Such a shame they are both dead,” mourned Albus as he surveyed the scene before him. In the chamber where Harry and Voldemort had lain together, their bodies were face down, crumpled side by side, wands in hand. “And by each other’s wands, no less,” mused Dumbledore, “yet neither show any signs of magic anymore. How do you suspect it happened, Severus?”
Bland look and Severus shrugged. “Perhaps the Dark Lord attempted to hex Potter at the same time, both their curses fired at the same time, and their connection stripped their power between them? They were bonded by blood, after all,” he reasoned.
Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Albus nodded. “Perhaps. The world will miss him, you know,” he mused sadly as he looked at the young Gryffindor. “Harry died giving his life to save everyone else. I’m not looking forward to breaking the news to the Weasleys or to Miss Granger, to say nothing of the world at large,” admitted Dumbledore.
“The world will do as it always does, Albus,” answered Snape. “They will mourn their fallen hero, his friends will mourn him personally, and after a time, they will all iconize him. And eventually, his story will become legend, though I hold out the slim hope that it will only happen long after I am dead,” he cracked, earning him a reproachful gaze from the older wizard.
“I suppose the one thing that I can console myself with is that Remus is not here to see this, and that I do not have to break Harry’s heart by telling him that the last link to his parents is dead,” murmured the Headmaster.
“Oh?” wondered Severus. “And how did that happen?”
“We don’t know yet,” replied Dumbledore. “All we know is that his body was found just outside the Shrieking Shack tonight. There are signs of a struggle, and he was extensively tortured before his death, though we have no clear leads on who the culprit is. There are still rogue Death Eaters about, and there was a Dark Mark in the sky, so it could be anyone,” he continued. “We won’t know for some time. But thankfully, we have you around, Severus. Voldemort’s death would not have been possible without you.”
“Thank you, Albus,” nodded Snape. “But if you will excuse me, it has been a tiring day. I am going to retire for the night, since I presume I am no longer needed?”
Waving the Slytherin off, Albus answered, “No, Severus. We can take it from here, child. Go home. Get some rest. It’s going to be a long set of days ahead of us.” The younger wizard turned on his heel, robes billowing out behind him, and made his way out the door.
~~*~~
Walking out of Riddle Manor, and to the apparition point, I laugh to myself.
Foolish old man.
If only he knew just how much I was responsible for.
The Potter brat died by my hand. As did the mangy wolf. And Lucius. Not to mention the fact that I was the one who “suggested” the offering of the Malfoy hellspawn to the Dementors, so that I could get that miserable child out of my way permanently.
And I’m the one who recruited the Rat into the Death Eaters all those years ago, and convinced him to give up the information on the Potters in the first place. I obliviated the miserable dunderhead right after I got the information, so, of course, it was never traced back to me.
Why would I do this, you ask?
It’s not retribution, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s justice. Long overdue, and rightfully deserved.
The Marauders stole my dignity and my pride when I was a child, so I broke them apart from within, and had a hand in killing them all. I especially took great pleasure in seeing Black fall through the Veil, and cursing Lupin before killing him was a sweet revenge. Lily Evans, I would have spared, but that foolish bint had to defend her son and get herself killed in the process.
Lucius stole the one woman I ever truly loved and inflicted his demon child on the world in the process. And he stood in my way, since the pillock actually believed that a half-blood Dark Lord cared about Pureblood supremacy. Arrogant bastard. It was a pleasure to bring him to his knees before me, and sell him out to the creature he revered. Sending his spoiled, infuriating spawn to the Dementors was a pleasure that will stay with me for some time.
Voldemort robbed me of my freedom. For a time, I was faithful to him, and I enjoyed the power I had over others, but once the Potters were dead, Pettigrew presumably dead as well, Lupin all but exiled and Black in Azkaban, my interest waned. And once he returned, I was forced back into a role I no longer wanted, so I began to plan for his ultimate demise. Taking out the Potter brat, and ending the Marauders once and for all was an added benefit.
The memory of killing Harry Potter is a sweet one indeed.
What I didn’t tell him or anyone else in the Order was that the lubricant I gave the brat not only had an aphrodisiac and a numbing agent to give him pleasure in the most unpleasant task of bedding the Dark Lord-just thinking about it makes my skin crawl now-but it also had the same ingredients designed to strip away magic as the massage oil.
I walked in to the room as he finished dressing and smiled cruelly.
“Voldemort is dead, Severus,” he said to me, relief in his voice. Foolish child.
I nodded to him. “Quite. Well done, Potter. Such a shame you’ll be joining him,” I said viciously, and before he could react, I bound him to the divan where he had fucked the Dark Lord, disarming him not long after.
“What…what are you doing?” gasped Potter. “You bloody traitor! When Remus finds out…” he spat angrily, only to have his voice trail off as I waved my hand behind me, pulling off a rather familiar invisibility cloak. “Do you mean this Remus Lupin?” I asked nastily.
The broken corpse of his lover floating before him, Harry cried out in anguish and glared at me, which would have had more of an effect had he been a threat to me. “How could you? After all the two of you have done for the Order! Why?” he wondered. “Is it power? That’s it!” he exclaimed. “You’re going to be the next Dark Lord, aren’t you? Ron was right-you couldn’t be trusted!”
“Don’t be a fool, boy,” I sneered. “This isn’t about power. It’s about freedom. Once I kill you, I will be free from everyone who has made my life a misery. I’ll leave your body here as a martyr, the wolf elsewhere as a random murder, and myself as a hero, Order of Merlin, First Class and all. Then I will leave England and start a new life. But before I do that, you have to die,” I smirked.
Muttering an incantation which reactivated the aphrodisiac quality in the lubricant, I cast another spell that began sending waves of sexual pleasure through Potter’s body.
Quickly opening my robes, I pulled out my cock, already hard at the anticipation of my plans coming to fruition, and as he lost himself mindlessly in the artificial ecstasy, I stroked myself to a thunderous release, fittingly spraying my come all over the brat’s face, letting him know he was nothing more than a toy to me.
As his climax hit, I invoked the spell that would strip his magic, and just before he finished screaming in agony, I readied the Dark’s Lord’s wand for the final curse. Somehow, the infuriating little bastard found his voice. “Fuck you, Snape,” he managed to grind out through his pain.
I laughed and replied, “You would never have had that pleasure, Potter. No Gryffindor or Marauder would have. And now, it is the end. Avada Kedavra!” I intoned, and a familiar green light shot out of the yew wand. As Potter was no more than a mere Muggle now, the curse found its target, and I was finally free. A few arrangements and I then alerted the Headmaster of what I had found.
And all my plans, over two decades in the making, came to pass.
~~*~~
“Is it all done, my love?” asked the soft, feminine voice as Severus entered his private chambers at Hogwarts.
Turning, he looked at the woman before him. She was striking, her long blonde hair tied in an elegant chignon, her dark green robes molding against her body. Time had only made her more beautiful, he marveled, the curves she had gained from age and from motherhood only making her even more gorgeous. Cocking his head to the side, he smiled. “Yes, Narcissa, it is done. They are all dead. We’re finally free,” he said quietly, tracing a finger along her jaw.
“Good. We’ll be able to leave soon, then?” she wondered. “I’ve found a charming villa off the coast of France, near the Riviera, in the wizarding district. I think it would be perfect for us,” she smiled as his hands worked to remove her clothing, while she did the same for him.
“We can visit it in the morning, Narcissa,” he replied. “Tonight, let us celebrate our new lives as one.”
She laughed, their lips coming together in a searing kiss, and she replied, “Yes, let’s.”
~~Fin~~
Title: About the Consequences of Fickle Loyalty
Author: shimmery017
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort
Challenge: I do not struggle in your web, because it was my aim to get caught. - Fiona Apple, The First Taste
Nagini froze in the doorway. She had gone looking for her Master and had finally found him, in the room with the warm fire, but he was not alone. A young human was kneeling at her Master’s feet, leaning into her Master’s body with her Master’s hands in his black hair.
Indignant, Nagini entered the room hissing, “Master?”
Both figures turned towards her, and she caught a glimpse of the interloper’s startled green eyes before he raised his hand to adjust the odd contraption of metal and glass on his face.
She turned towards her Master, who raised his hand, pointed his wand-
Expello!
Nagini hit her head as she was thrown from the room. The message was clear. She shook her head and started to slither away- she was not going to stay where she was unwanted.
She slithered past the new figures that suddenly appeared in the foyer, ignoring them. She watched idly for a moment as they began to creep in the direction of parlor. Where were all these intruders coming from? She avoided them as she neared the door.
Let his new familiar warn him. Really, better that she leave now.
It was time to lay her eggs anyway.
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Author: rohanshieldmaid
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Voldemort, with implied Harry/Remus, plus two other ‘ships, but that would spoil the ending
Warnings: Angst, character death, masturbation
Summary: “Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.”-Sun Tzu, The Art of War
~~*~~
Nagini froze in the doorway. She had gone looking for her Master and had finally found him, in the room with the warm fire, but he was not alone. A young human was kneeling at her Master’s feet, leaning into her Master’s body with her Master’s hands in his black hair.
Indignant, Nagini entered the room hissing, “Master?”
Both figures turned towards her, and she caught a glimpse of the interloper’s startled green eyes before he raised his hand to adjust the odd contraption of metal and glass on his face.
She turned towards her Master, who raised his hand, pointed his wand-
Expello!
Nagini hit her head as she was thrown from the room. The message was clear. She shook her head and started to slither away- she was not going to stay where she was unwanted.
She slithered past the new figures that suddenly appeared in the foyer, ignoring them. She watched idly for a moment as they began to creep in the direction of parlor. Where were all these intruders coming from? She avoided them as she neared the door.
Let his new familiar warn him. Really, better that she leave now.
It was time to lay her eggs anyway.
~~*~~
I watch Nagini leave, the cold, spidery hands of Voldemort threading their way through my hair once more as I summon my Gryffindor courage and lean back in, nuzzling his obvious erection with my cheek, and hoping against hope that the Occlumency and Legilimency lessons with Snape have finally paid off.
This has to go off without a hitch, and the only way for it to work is if the Dark Lord believes I’m sincere.
It’s almost ludicrous, really. Of all the things that have been attempted to kill this monster-hexes, curses, intricate plots and the like-the most basic thing will be what does him in: sex. And we have Lucius Malfoy to thank for the key.
Oh, he didn’t hand it over willingly, of course. After all, why would Voldemort’s right hand man help the Order? But it’s not like he had a choice in the matter. He was dead.
Particularly nasty duel, that one. He had discovered Snape’s role as a spy, but rather than tell Voldemort directly, he came up with the bright idea to duel Severus to the death and take his corpse to the Dark Lord and expose his treachery. I suppose he thought it would curry more favor with the bastard. I don’t know.
Rotten luck for him, then, that Snape is an accomplished duelist, and coupled with the paranoia that is par for the course of two decades of spying, he saw what was coming and took advantage of the Malfoy ego. He baited Lucius, and the two men went ‘round for ages, hexes flying, with both men ending up bloodied and broken. In the end, Severus managed a Dark curse that permanently robbed Lucius of his voice, preventing him from casting any further spells, then Snape finished him off for good.
And then, being the Slytherin he is, he proceeded to use Lucius’ own plans against him.
Apparating the both of them to the Dark Lord’s stronghold, he knelt before Voldemort and announced that he had killed Malfoy after discovering that he was a spy for the Headmaster, allowing Riddle into his mind, and showing him the memories he had carefully altered via his Legilimency skills.
The results were more than we ever could have dreamed.
Severus was made Voldemort’s second in command, his loyalty no longer in doubt to the Dark Lord, and as punishment for Lucius’ “transgressions”, Draco was offered up to the Dementors by Riddle as a gift, to ensure their loyalty to his cause. Narcissa was long gone, having cut all ties with her son before his death, and promising not to interfere. She went to France, leaving Malfoy Manor to the Dark Lord, though taking all the wealth in the family vaults, and hasn’t been heard from since.
Voldemort went through the ancient home and gave Severus the entire library of books that Lucius possessed, along with his Potions lab and supplies, giving him free reign in whatever projects he desired.
It was one of those projects that landed me here tonight, on my knees before Voldemort.
And now I can only hope that it all works.
~~*~~
Fools, the lot of them.
Stringing them along has been far simpler than I ever imagined, and now, tonight, I will gain what is rightfully mine. I have been long overdue for payment, and by the time the sun rises, I intend to collect.
In the meantime, I think some entertainment is in order.
~~*~~
“So you wish to be here now, with me, and live your life as my consort?” asks Voldemort, his crimson eyes looking deeply into mine, the pull of Legilimency making its way through my mind as I feel him looking for the lie.
Swallowing the bile that is in my throat, I lick my lips and answer him in what I hope is a seductive voice. “Of course, my Lord. That fool Headmaster has manipulated my life for the last time, and at least by your side, or in your bed, I would know where I stand at all times. There would be no pretense.”
“You expect me to believe you?” he wonders, his gaze narrowing, his bald head cocking to one side. His invasion in my mind is getting stronger, the search more aggressive, and I pray that the Occlumency will hold out. “Why?”
“Because, my Lord, I have spent seven years under Albus Dumbledore’s control,” I reply, “thrown into life threatening confrontations every year with barely any actual training on my part, and either loved or reviled by the public depending on their whims. And my summers are spent with the same Muggle family that locked me in a cupboard for most of my life and who hated me,” I sneer, though it’s not entirely an act. “I am tired of it all, and no longer have the will to fight. And I don’t wish to die, but rather serve you instead. I’ve lost too much to fight on.”
“And just how do you intend to prove your loyalty to me?” demanded the Dark Lord. “Your mind tells me that you are sincere, but how do I know that is the case?”
“I approached Severus,” I explain, “and I told him that I wanted to stand by you, and he suggested a seduction, as I have no Dark Arts knowledge, and the typical Death Eater trials require them. Prove myself worthy of being your consort, he said, and you would not only spare my life, but take me in as your own.” Reaching into my robe pocket, I pull out two phials. “He gave me these two potions to aid in my quest. This one,” I signal, raising my left hand, “is massage oil that he says he has made for you in the past, and this one,” I motion, showing my right, “is a lubricant that will prepare me sufficiently for you.”
Long, bony fingers take the phials from me, and the Dark Lord uncorks them, sniffing them both one at a time. Seemingly satisfied with the results, he nods briefly and looks at me. “Very well,” he intones. “You will have this one chance to prove yourself to me. If you fail, you will die, and I will return your corpse to Hogwarts, or perhaps string it up at the Ministry of Magic. Is that clear?”
“Crystal, my Lord,” I answer, lowering my head in submission to further the ruse, and he snaps his fingers, closing the door to the room. Another wave of his hand conjures a divan, and in an even tone, he orders, “Undress me.”
~~*~~
Think of Remus…think only of Remus…
Everything about this monster is, for lack of a better word, reptilian. Eyes with vertical, slanted pupils, lipless mouth, white skin that even has that dry snake feel to it…it’s just awful. Even his cock feels like it is covered in scales, which almost made me retch when I took it in my mouth, tongue swirling around the tip, lips wrapping around his shaft over and over.
Eventually, he had to have more, so I soon found myself with his hands in my hair once again as he slowly rocked his hips into me, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm. I could hear his breath hitch after a time, but before he let himself go too far, he stopped and told me to strip before him and lay on my back, legs spread out before him, which is where I am now.
His tongue, like a snake’s, is forked, which is a disconcerting sight, and my skin is crawling at his very touch, but in order for this plan to succeed, I have to sleep with him, and I don’t fancy being raped. So instead, I fool myself. I think of my lover. I think of Remus.
I think of the last time we were together, early this morning, in anticipation of what was to come tonight.
~~*~~
“Remus, I don’t know if I can do this,” I whimpered. “It just feels wrong, even though I have your consent. I’m betraying you by this,” I mused sadly.
Wrapping his arms around me in our bed, he pushed my fringe aside and gave me a stern gaze. “Hush,” he said firmly. “We’ve gone through this already. Dumbledore feels this is the best course of action, and the Order agrees. I hardly think that one night, which will end up killing the Dark Lord, equals you having an affair behind my back.”
“But…” I protested, only to be cut off by his finger on my lips. “No. My mind is made up. If this works, Harry, we’ll all be free of the bastard,” he says fiercely, his amber eyes flashing. “You heard what Snape said tonight-he’s made both of those potions for Voldemort before, so the Dark Lord will expect them, but he’s modified the massage oil to slow his reflexes when he comes, and then strip his magic from him because of your blood connection. All it takes is an incantation to activate the dormant magic, and he’ll be as muggle as his father, enabling you to kill him once and for all.”
“I still don’t see why I have to sleep with him,” I snorted. “Look at him. He’s barely even human with all the things he’s done to himself.” Remus laughed then, and he gave me a wry grin, “That’s what the lube is for, my dear,” he murmured, his fingers tracing down my back and settling at the curve of my arse. “It’s got an aphrodisiac added, so you’ll become aroused. Harry-this is sex magic. You have to fuck him, and you both have to come in order to give your magic the boost it needs for the spell to work. Then once he’s dead, get in touch with Severus and we’ll come fetch you.”
Sighing, I conceded his point. “Fine. I’ll do it, but,” I teased, rubbing my morning erection against his, “I could use something to think about while I’m there. Lying back and thinking of England just doesn’t seem like much fun,” I grinned, and Remus laughed out loud. He then proceeded to give me a rather…inspirational shag.
~~*~~
And so I come back to myself, at least in part.
I don’t feel Voldemort’s tongue encircling my shaft, or his mouth taking me in, even though that’s what he’s doing. I imagine my lover, and I miss the brown shoulder length hair, peppered with gray, rubbing against my thighs, since the Dark Lord is bald and I have nothing to run my fingers through as he sucks me off.
I can see it all so clearly, as if he were here instead of this monster.
Remus’ strong, sure hands parting my arse cheeks. His tongue teasing me, from the base of my cock to the cleft of my arse. His mouth carefully sucking on my balls as his fingers gently part me so that he can prepare me.
Not Voldemort. Never Voldemort. Always Remus, in spite of what I am doing now.
Instead of a vague, snake-like scent invading my nostrils, I imagine the pure masculine, salty taste of my lover’s skin, the gentle, but insistent thrusting of his warm fingers, covered in lube, as he stretches me to be claimed, hitting my prostate at just the right angle that I see stars behind my eyes. When my legs are placed over the Dark Lord’s shoulders, and he leans in to capture my mouth in a kiss as he begins a pounding rhythm into me, I imagine Remus instead, enabling me to look into the crimson eyes above mine with the same heady, needy look that Moony would normally receive from me.
And when I’m rolled over onto all fours, a hard cock thrusting in and out of me, chest across my back, kisses and nibbles being traced along my shoulder and neck, it’s not the bastard who killed my parents, and who has been the reason for all of my personal misery doing it, but Moony, with his hands clutching my hips as we drive headlong into release.
I can feel my hips tightening, and Voldemort’s grip becoming more insistent, and I can tell that we’re close, so I chance a look back at him. His eyes are closed, the lipless mouth parted slightly, his head thrown back in his bliss, and I use his momentary distraction to summon my wand to myself in preparation.
I just hope this works.
~~*~~
From the burning pain in my left arm, and the fading of my Dark Mark, I can only surmise that the brat succeeded where so many others have failed.
I’d congratulate him, of course, but there is no need for such sentimentality.
His world is about to be shattered.
~~*~~
Adjusting his robes and pocketing his wand, Harry looked at the crumpled form on the floor that had been Voldemort. Killing him had been a lot easier once his magic was gone, though he never would have wished the process on anyone else.
As the incantation had left his lips, the Dark Lord jerked back harshly, his voice dripping with venom. “What have you done to me?” he thundered just before the pain took over and he fell to the ground. To Harry, it seemed as if Riddle were under several Cruciatus curses at once, and the creature’s distraction allowed the Gryffindor the chance to get the wand of yew and phoenix feather that had been the cause of so much pain, and he put it in his robes. He would return it to the Headmaster as proof that the deed was done, and then he would return to Grimmauld Place, and to Remus, and try to move on with his life.
Once the bloodied, and now magicless being that had been Voldemort stopped twitching, he glared at his young archrival.
“What did you do?” he hissed.
“What should have been done long ago, Tom,” replied Harry. “Stripped you of your power. You are now truly Tom Riddle, just as much a muggle as the man you were named for. And now, it’s time for it all to end,” said Potter.
“NO! I will not accept this. Never!” screamed the Dark Lord, and he attempted to lunge at his nemesis, only to find his body failing him. More thrashing and cursing, with the younger wizard smirking and explaining the entire plot of the Order to Voldemort, including Snape’s treachery, Lucius’ death, and the modified potions that were used.
Nearly mad with rage, Voldemort made a final attempt to attack Harry, only to find himself felled by a single Killing Curse, falling dead at his opponent’s feet. Another flick of his wand magicked Riddle’s robes back on to his body, and he signaled Snape, letting him know to contact the Order, and to come claim the Dark Lord’s corpse.
~~*~~
“Such a shame they are both dead,” mourned Albus as he surveyed the scene before him. In the chamber where Harry and Voldemort had lain together, their bodies were face down, crumpled side by side, wands in hand. “And by each other’s wands, no less,” mused Dumbledore, “yet neither show any signs of magic anymore. How do you suspect it happened, Severus?”
Bland look and Severus shrugged. “Perhaps the Dark Lord attempted to hex Potter at the same time, both their curses fired at the same time, and their connection stripped their power between them? They were bonded by blood, after all,” he reasoned.
Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Albus nodded. “Perhaps. The world will miss him, you know,” he mused sadly as he looked at the young Gryffindor. “Harry died giving his life to save everyone else. I’m not looking forward to breaking the news to the Weasleys or to Miss Granger, to say nothing of the world at large,” admitted Dumbledore.
“The world will do as it always does, Albus,” answered Snape. “They will mourn their fallen hero, his friends will mourn him personally, and after a time, they will all iconize him. And eventually, his story will become legend, though I hold out the slim hope that it will only happen long after I am dead,” he cracked, earning him a reproachful gaze from the older wizard.
“I suppose the one thing that I can console myself with is that Remus is not here to see this, and that I do not have to break Harry’s heart by telling him that the last link to his parents is dead,” murmured the Headmaster.
“Oh?” wondered Severus. “And how did that happen?”
“We don’t know yet,” replied Dumbledore. “All we know is that his body was found just outside the Shrieking Shack tonight. There are signs of a struggle, and he was extensively tortured before his death, though we have no clear leads on who the culprit is. There are still rogue Death Eaters about, and there was a Dark Mark in the sky, so it could be anyone,” he continued. “We won’t know for some time. But thankfully, we have you around, Severus. Voldemort’s death would not have been possible without you.”
“Thank you, Albus,” nodded Snape. “But if you will excuse me, it has been a tiring day. I am going to retire for the night, since I presume I am no longer needed?”
Waving the Slytherin off, Albus answered, “No, Severus. We can take it from here, child. Go home. Get some rest. It’s going to be a long set of days ahead of us.” The younger wizard turned on his heel, robes billowing out behind him, and made his way out the door.
~~*~~
Walking out of Riddle Manor, and to the apparition point, I laugh to myself.
Foolish old man.
If only he knew just how much I was responsible for.
The Potter brat died by my hand. As did the mangy wolf. And Lucius. Not to mention the fact that I was the one who “suggested” the offering of the Malfoy hellspawn to the Dementors, so that I could get that miserable child out of my way permanently.
And I’m the one who recruited the Rat into the Death Eaters all those years ago, and convinced him to give up the information on the Potters in the first place. I obliviated the miserable dunderhead right after I got the information, so, of course, it was never traced back to me.
Why would I do this, you ask?
It’s not retribution, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s justice. Long overdue, and rightfully deserved.
The Marauders stole my dignity and my pride when I was a child, so I broke them apart from within, and had a hand in killing them all. I especially took great pleasure in seeing Black fall through the Veil, and cursing Lupin before killing him was a sweet revenge. Lily Evans, I would have spared, but that foolish bint had to defend her son and get herself killed in the process.
Lucius stole the one woman I ever truly loved and inflicted his demon child on the world in the process. And he stood in my way, since the pillock actually believed that a half-blood Dark Lord cared about Pureblood supremacy. Arrogant bastard. It was a pleasure to bring him to his knees before me, and sell him out to the creature he revered. Sending his spoiled, infuriating spawn to the Dementors was a pleasure that will stay with me for some time.
Voldemort robbed me of my freedom. For a time, I was faithful to him, and I enjoyed the power I had over others, but once the Potters were dead, Pettigrew presumably dead as well, Lupin all but exiled and Black in Azkaban, my interest waned. And once he returned, I was forced back into a role I no longer wanted, so I began to plan for his ultimate demise. Taking out the Potter brat, and ending the Marauders once and for all was an added benefit.
The memory of killing Harry Potter is a sweet one indeed.
What I didn’t tell him or anyone else in the Order was that the lubricant I gave the brat not only had an aphrodisiac and a numbing agent to give him pleasure in the most unpleasant task of bedding the Dark Lord-just thinking about it makes my skin crawl now-but it also had the same ingredients designed to strip away magic as the massage oil.
I walked in to the room as he finished dressing and smiled cruelly.
“Voldemort is dead, Severus,” he said to me, relief in his voice. Foolish child.
I nodded to him. “Quite. Well done, Potter. Such a shame you’ll be joining him,” I said viciously, and before he could react, I bound him to the divan where he had fucked the Dark Lord, disarming him not long after.
“What…what are you doing?” gasped Potter. “You bloody traitor! When Remus finds out…” he spat angrily, only to have his voice trail off as I waved my hand behind me, pulling off a rather familiar invisibility cloak. “Do you mean this Remus Lupin?” I asked nastily.
The broken corpse of his lover floating before him, Harry cried out in anguish and glared at me, which would have had more of an effect had he been a threat to me. “How could you? After all the two of you have done for the Order! Why?” he wondered. “Is it power? That’s it!” he exclaimed. “You’re going to be the next Dark Lord, aren’t you? Ron was right-you couldn’t be trusted!”
“Don’t be a fool, boy,” I sneered. “This isn’t about power. It’s about freedom. Once I kill you, I will be free from everyone who has made my life a misery. I’ll leave your body here as a martyr, the wolf elsewhere as a random murder, and myself as a hero, Order of Merlin, First Class and all. Then I will leave England and start a new life. But before I do that, you have to die,” I smirked.
Muttering an incantation which reactivated the aphrodisiac quality in the lubricant, I cast another spell that began sending waves of sexual pleasure through Potter’s body.
Quickly opening my robes, I pulled out my cock, already hard at the anticipation of my plans coming to fruition, and as he lost himself mindlessly in the artificial ecstasy, I stroked myself to a thunderous release, fittingly spraying my come all over the brat’s face, letting him know he was nothing more than a toy to me.
As his climax hit, I invoked the spell that would strip his magic, and just before he finished screaming in agony, I readied the Dark’s Lord’s wand for the final curse. Somehow, the infuriating little bastard found his voice. “Fuck you, Snape,” he managed to grind out through his pain.
I laughed and replied, “You would never have had that pleasure, Potter. No Gryffindor or Marauder would have. And now, it is the end. Avada Kedavra!” I intoned, and a familiar green light shot out of the yew wand. As Potter was no more than a mere Muggle now, the curse found its target, and I was finally free. A few arrangements and I then alerted the Headmaster of what I had found.
And all my plans, over two decades in the making, came to pass.
~~*~~
“Is it all done, my love?” asked the soft, feminine voice as Severus entered his private chambers at Hogwarts.
Turning, he looked at the woman before him. She was striking, her long blonde hair tied in an elegant chignon, her dark green robes molding against her body. Time had only made her more beautiful, he marveled, the curves she had gained from age and from motherhood only making her even more gorgeous. Cocking his head to the side, he smiled. “Yes, Narcissa, it is done. They are all dead. We’re finally free,” he said quietly, tracing a finger along her jaw.
“Good. We’ll be able to leave soon, then?” she wondered. “I’ve found a charming villa off the coast of France, near the Riviera, in the wizarding district. I think it would be perfect for us,” she smiled as his hands worked to remove her clothing, while she did the same for him.
“We can visit it in the morning, Narcissa,” he replied. “Tonight, let us celebrate our new lives as one.”
She laughed, their lips coming together in a searing kiss, and she replied, “Yes, let’s.”
~~Fin~~