FIC: Searching Dreams
Title: Searching Dreams
Gift for: eaivalefay in the hp_loveletters Valentine's Day Fic Exchange
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Rating: R
Warnings: Oral, the slightest of non-con
Disclaimer: Not mine - only used for entertainment purposes only
Author's Note: This was written for the hp_loveletters Fic Exchange. It's probably a little out of season, but I wanted to post it here for posterity. Thanks to my beta ridicu_liz. Without her encouragement, I'd still be pondering the pairing. Quotes in the pensieve sequence are from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling. And, as always, comments are always appreciated! I'd love to know what you think.
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Since the death of Dumbledore, Harry's life had been fraught with danger and near death experiences. The search for Voldemort's horcruxes was progressing, with three more to find. The fourth one had been particularly hard - Harry's hands were recovering from burns, Ron had lost a finger and Hermione was fighting with short-term memory lapses. It had reminded him of his time with Tom Riddle's diary, the first horcrux he destroyed.
For the first time since Dumbledore's funeral, Harry went to the pensieve that McGonagall had delivered to 12 Grimmauld Place. Albus' portrait had given her explicit instructions that it was to go to Harry, along with the bottles of memories stored in his former office. Until now, he hadn't been able to come near it without reliving Dumbledore's untimely death and feeling unrestrained guilt at not being able to stop it. But now, Harry needed the pensieve to look at his own memories, to see if he could find a clue, anything, that would help in his quest to locate and destroy the remaining three horcruxes.
For the rest of the afternoon, Harry moved all the memories regarding his time in the Chamber of Secrets and the second floor girl's bathroom, interactions with Ginny Weasley and Moaning Myrtle and his experience with the diary into the pensieve.
As he placed the last silvery strand in, Harry's stomach growled at him. One look at the clock told him time had gotten away from him and he realized he was famished. He was grateful for the care package sent over by Molly Weasley. After perusing the Daily Prophet for the latest news and finishing off the last of the stew and rolls, he made his way back to the pensieve.
For several moments he watched the swirling motion in the pensieve, reflecting that this was his first time being a third party observer in his own memories. He was anxious to find anything that could help his search, but wary of what his 12-year-old mind might have buried. Harry wanted to see his memories in chronological order. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated on the earliest memory and leaned into the pensieve.
Scenes played out in front of him like a muggle movie. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware," written in blood on the hallway wall. Harry watched himself on his four poster, reading the words as they appeared in the diary:
"Lucky that I recorded my memories in some more lasting way than ink. But I always knew that there would be those who would not want the diary read." Then he followed himself into the diary to watch Tom's framing of Hagrid during their time at Hogwarts. More messages in blood on the wall, then the conversation with Moaning Myrtle - all played through until the finale - his time down in the Chamber itself where he had plunged a basilisk fang into the diary and that piece of Tom Riddle's memory, one of Voldemort's horcruxes, was destroyed.
Harry found himself lost in his thoughts as the pensieve pushed him out. His mind was spinning with information. He knew one of the remaining horcruxes was an object owned by one of the founders, specifically Godric Gryffindor. He had already found Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's remembrall, and Slytherin's locket. He knew it wasn't the sword he'd used against the basilisk, but he suspected it could be its scabbard, which had not appeared with the sword in the Sorting Hat. He had a lead that it could be in Muggle London stored with the Crown jewels, but he had yet to follow-up. That meant the remaining two had to be personal objects significant to Voldemort, like the diary.
Harry now felt the twinges of a headache coming on. He looked at the clock and was shocked to notice that midnight would soon be upon him. Stretching as he rose, he made his way to his room. Problem-solving on the remaining horcruxes could wait until the morning - late morning if Harry had his way. He soon drifted to sleep.
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Surroundings started to swirl from nothingness into fully formed shapes. The room that appeared was familiar, yet not. The furnishings were dark and foreboding, but comfortable, with a homey feel to them. "A room of contradictions," said Harry to himself, quietly.
"Do you think so?" replied a silky voice that Harry could not quite recognize.
Harry turned around slowly, examining each inch of the room to see who that voice belonged to. A shadow moved from one of the corners, his face hidden from Harry.
"Don't you recognize my voice, Harry? I've waited so long to hear yours again."
Harry was stunned. His gut told him he should know the voice, but not trust it. He found he had his wand in his hand and prepared to wield it, just in case. Before he could answer, the voice spoke again, in a distinctive drawl.
"Your silence tells me that no, you don't, Harry. That disappoints me. I expected more from someone who destroyed my diary - the memories of my 16-year-old self. But alas, you haven't destroyed me completely. Not yet." The shadow moved closer, where Harry could see the smirking face of Tom Riddle, exactly as he remembered him from the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry couldn't speak as Tom moved closer to him. "What? No witty comment from the resident Gryffindor hero?" Tom walked a slow circle around Harry, eyeing every inch of him before stopping right behind him.
"Ess hah ess see eth, Harry? Ah ess iss eth?" Tom breathed into Harry's ear as he gently stroked his cheek. "Did you miss me, Harry? Do you dream of me?"
Tom spun Harry around so they were face-to-face. Harry was still in a state of shock and unable to speak. Tom grabbed Harry's face and drew their lips together. Harry tried to not respond to it but his mouth betrayed him. Tom took advantage and possession of Harry's mouth, slithering his tongue around Harry's. Harry felt himself sliding into submission, like an Imperius curse had been placed upon him surreptitiously. He leaned into Tom, his body giving the Slytherin permission to continue.
Tom broke the kiss suddenly. He wasn't interested in a pliant Harry. A sparring match was more what he had in mind. He jerked Harry away and pressed him hard against the wall. Harry felt a slight groan escape his lips. Tom smirked as he flicked his hand and bound Harry's hands above his head in a green silk scarf. "I'm going to show you what I'm capable of, Harry."
Tom dispatched Harry's robes with haste. Harry's eyes were wide as he watched Tom slide kisses down his torso. Harry's body quivered in anticipation as he relished the feeling of Tom's snake-like tongue on his skin. "This is WRONG," thought Harry, struggling against the bonds that were attached to the wall.
"Oh, you think this is wrong, do you, Harry? Your cock is telling me otherwise."
Tom had brought his face to the same level as Harry's hips, breathing lightly on the tip of the swollen organ. "Ahh eth ee saw - you are mine, Harry."
Tom swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had started to leak. Tom moaned as he moved down the shaft lightly, wetting the underside in a motion similar to a snake slithering. He dragged his tongue back to the tip, whispering "Harry, do you know how you taste?"
Without wasting a moment, or saying another word, Tom engulfed Harry in his mouth. Harry's entire body flinched from the feeling of heat and wetness surrounding him. He arched into the feeling, moaning audibly.
Tom continued his ministrations, retreating and advancing on Harry's cock in a moderate rhythm. Tom loved this feeling of power, especially over one that is prophesied to be his ultimate demise. But more so, he couldn't resist the sounds he never expected to hear from Harry.
Tom increased his speed and added his hands - one gently massaging Harry's sacs while the other roughly grabbed the bottom of the shaft while moving to meet his mouth in sync. Harry's breathing became erratic. Tom could feel the pressure building in Harry as he gently scraped his teeth along the cock filling his mouth.
Harry almost started to hyperventilate with that sensation. He had never felt anything this intense. His hips were moving in time to meet Tom. He needed to fill Tom; he needed to feel his target all around him. He watched the head bobbing back and forth and finally let his satisfaction explode from his body.
Harry choked out, "Ess..meh..ess..see..eth!!" and spurted into Tom's mouth. Tom suckled the cock until Harry's spasms had stopped. He smirked as he pulled away from Harry. Harry drooped against his bonds and the wall - his legs unable to hold up his body.
Tom rose to his full height and grabbed Harry beneath the chin. "I said that you were mine, Harry. I'm glad to see that you agree." He pulled Harry to him for one last kiss and pushed Harry away into the wall as finished. Harry felt his head hit as Tom backed into the shadows.
Tom flicked his wrist and released Harry, watching Harry slump to the floor.
"Ahh eth ee saw, Harry..."
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Harry awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. As he sat up, he felt a twinge in the back of his head and a tingle in his wrists. The dream came rushing back to him and Harry was disturbed at what this did to his cock - as it was swelling in response.
After a quick trip to the shower, Harry revisited the dream, going over the details. Tom had told him he was his. Tom had taken something from him. And then it struck him. Voldemort had taken something from his parents and he did that the night his parents were killed. He rushed to the few photos he had of his parents and closely inspected each one, looking for anything that could fit the bill. The last one was of his parents at their wedding. He looked at his mum and dad, Sirius and Remus and smiled at what must have been a joyous day for all of them. Then he spied it, as it sat inconspicuously on a table in the background.
The table was decorated specifically, as if for its own special event. In the center was a parchment decorated with calligraphy and ornate borders. To the left were an eagle feather quill and an ink pot. To the right were liquid wax and what looked to be a paintbrush. Harry cast a magnifying charm to see it more closely. A half sphere was attached to an ornately carved wooden handle. Harry had seen these before - on Dumbledore's desk and in Fudge's office. He sat back in his chair as he realized exactly what it was. He closed his eyes and tried to stem the emotions surging up within him. He couldn't prevent the few tears that fell from his eyes.
The object was the Potter family seal matrix, something that would have been passed down to Harry at the time of his parents' deaths. However, Harry knew in his heart that once he found it, he would never be able to use it; he would have to destroy it.
-fin-
Gift for: eaivalefay in the hp_loveletters Valentine's Day Fic Exchange
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Rating: R
Warnings: Oral, the slightest of non-con
Disclaimer: Not mine - only used for entertainment purposes only
Author's Note: This was written for the hp_loveletters Fic Exchange. It's probably a little out of season, but I wanted to post it here for posterity. Thanks to my beta ridicu_liz. Without her encouragement, I'd still be pondering the pairing. Quotes in the pensieve sequence are from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling. And, as always, comments are always appreciated! I'd love to know what you think.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Since the death of Dumbledore, Harry's life had been fraught with danger and near death experiences. The search for Voldemort's horcruxes was progressing, with three more to find. The fourth one had been particularly hard - Harry's hands were recovering from burns, Ron had lost a finger and Hermione was fighting with short-term memory lapses. It had reminded him of his time with Tom Riddle's diary, the first horcrux he destroyed.
For the first time since Dumbledore's funeral, Harry went to the pensieve that McGonagall had delivered to 12 Grimmauld Place. Albus' portrait had given her explicit instructions that it was to go to Harry, along with the bottles of memories stored in his former office. Until now, he hadn't been able to come near it without reliving Dumbledore's untimely death and feeling unrestrained guilt at not being able to stop it. But now, Harry needed the pensieve to look at his own memories, to see if he could find a clue, anything, that would help in his quest to locate and destroy the remaining three horcruxes.
For the rest of the afternoon, Harry moved all the memories regarding his time in the Chamber of Secrets and the second floor girl's bathroom, interactions with Ginny Weasley and Moaning Myrtle and his experience with the diary into the pensieve.
As he placed the last silvery strand in, Harry's stomach growled at him. One look at the clock told him time had gotten away from him and he realized he was famished. He was grateful for the care package sent over by Molly Weasley. After perusing the Daily Prophet for the latest news and finishing off the last of the stew and rolls, he made his way back to the pensieve.
For several moments he watched the swirling motion in the pensieve, reflecting that this was his first time being a third party observer in his own memories. He was anxious to find anything that could help his search, but wary of what his 12-year-old mind might have buried. Harry wanted to see his memories in chronological order. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated on the earliest memory and leaned into the pensieve.
Scenes played out in front of him like a muggle movie. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware," written in blood on the hallway wall. Harry watched himself on his four poster, reading the words as they appeared in the diary:
"Lucky that I recorded my memories in some more lasting way than ink. But I always knew that there would be those who would not want the diary read." Then he followed himself into the diary to watch Tom's framing of Hagrid during their time at Hogwarts. More messages in blood on the wall, then the conversation with Moaning Myrtle - all played through until the finale - his time down in the Chamber itself where he had plunged a basilisk fang into the diary and that piece of Tom Riddle's memory, one of Voldemort's horcruxes, was destroyed.
Harry found himself lost in his thoughts as the pensieve pushed him out. His mind was spinning with information. He knew one of the remaining horcruxes was an object owned by one of the founders, specifically Godric Gryffindor. He had already found Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's remembrall, and Slytherin's locket. He knew it wasn't the sword he'd used against the basilisk, but he suspected it could be its scabbard, which had not appeared with the sword in the Sorting Hat. He had a lead that it could be in Muggle London stored with the Crown jewels, but he had yet to follow-up. That meant the remaining two had to be personal objects significant to Voldemort, like the diary.
Harry now felt the twinges of a headache coming on. He looked at the clock and was shocked to notice that midnight would soon be upon him. Stretching as he rose, he made his way to his room. Problem-solving on the remaining horcruxes could wait until the morning - late morning if Harry had his way. He soon drifted to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Surroundings started to swirl from nothingness into fully formed shapes. The room that appeared was familiar, yet not. The furnishings were dark and foreboding, but comfortable, with a homey feel to them. "A room of contradictions," said Harry to himself, quietly.
"Do you think so?" replied a silky voice that Harry could not quite recognize.
Harry turned around slowly, examining each inch of the room to see who that voice belonged to. A shadow moved from one of the corners, his face hidden from Harry.
"Don't you recognize my voice, Harry? I've waited so long to hear yours again."
Harry was stunned. His gut told him he should know the voice, but not trust it. He found he had his wand in his hand and prepared to wield it, just in case. Before he could answer, the voice spoke again, in a distinctive drawl.
"Your silence tells me that no, you don't, Harry. That disappoints me. I expected more from someone who destroyed my diary - the memories of my 16-year-old self. But alas, you haven't destroyed me completely. Not yet." The shadow moved closer, where Harry could see the smirking face of Tom Riddle, exactly as he remembered him from the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry couldn't speak as Tom moved closer to him. "What? No witty comment from the resident Gryffindor hero?" Tom walked a slow circle around Harry, eyeing every inch of him before stopping right behind him.
"Ess hah ess see eth, Harry? Ah ess iss eth?" Tom breathed into Harry's ear as he gently stroked his cheek. "Did you miss me, Harry? Do you dream of me?"
Tom spun Harry around so they were face-to-face. Harry was still in a state of shock and unable to speak. Tom grabbed Harry's face and drew their lips together. Harry tried to not respond to it but his mouth betrayed him. Tom took advantage and possession of Harry's mouth, slithering his tongue around Harry's. Harry felt himself sliding into submission, like an Imperius curse had been placed upon him surreptitiously. He leaned into Tom, his body giving the Slytherin permission to continue.
Tom broke the kiss suddenly. He wasn't interested in a pliant Harry. A sparring match was more what he had in mind. He jerked Harry away and pressed him hard against the wall. Harry felt a slight groan escape his lips. Tom smirked as he flicked his hand and bound Harry's hands above his head in a green silk scarf. "I'm going to show you what I'm capable of, Harry."
Tom dispatched Harry's robes with haste. Harry's eyes were wide as he watched Tom slide kisses down his torso. Harry's body quivered in anticipation as he relished the feeling of Tom's snake-like tongue on his skin. "This is WRONG," thought Harry, struggling against the bonds that were attached to the wall.
"Oh, you think this is wrong, do you, Harry? Your cock is telling me otherwise."
Tom had brought his face to the same level as Harry's hips, breathing lightly on the tip of the swollen organ. "Ahh eth ee saw - you are mine, Harry."
Tom swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had started to leak. Tom moaned as he moved down the shaft lightly, wetting the underside in a motion similar to a snake slithering. He dragged his tongue back to the tip, whispering "Harry, do you know how you taste?"
Without wasting a moment, or saying another word, Tom engulfed Harry in his mouth. Harry's entire body flinched from the feeling of heat and wetness surrounding him. He arched into the feeling, moaning audibly.
Tom continued his ministrations, retreating and advancing on Harry's cock in a moderate rhythm. Tom loved this feeling of power, especially over one that is prophesied to be his ultimate demise. But more so, he couldn't resist the sounds he never expected to hear from Harry.
Tom increased his speed and added his hands - one gently massaging Harry's sacs while the other roughly grabbed the bottom of the shaft while moving to meet his mouth in sync. Harry's breathing became erratic. Tom could feel the pressure building in Harry as he gently scraped his teeth along the cock filling his mouth.
Harry almost started to hyperventilate with that sensation. He had never felt anything this intense. His hips were moving in time to meet Tom. He needed to fill Tom; he needed to feel his target all around him. He watched the head bobbing back and forth and finally let his satisfaction explode from his body.
Harry choked out, "Ess..meh..ess..see..eth!!" and spurted into Tom's mouth. Tom suckled the cock until Harry's spasms had stopped. He smirked as he pulled away from Harry. Harry drooped against his bonds and the wall - his legs unable to hold up his body.
Tom rose to his full height and grabbed Harry beneath the chin. "I said that you were mine, Harry. I'm glad to see that you agree." He pulled Harry to him for one last kiss and pushed Harry away into the wall as finished. Harry felt his head hit as Tom backed into the shadows.
Tom flicked his wrist and released Harry, watching Harry slump to the floor.
"Ahh eth ee saw, Harry..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. As he sat up, he felt a twinge in the back of his head and a tingle in his wrists. The dream came rushing back to him and Harry was disturbed at what this did to his cock - as it was swelling in response.
After a quick trip to the shower, Harry revisited the dream, going over the details. Tom had told him he was his. Tom had taken something from him. And then it struck him. Voldemort had taken something from his parents and he did that the night his parents were killed. He rushed to the few photos he had of his parents and closely inspected each one, looking for anything that could fit the bill. The last one was of his parents at their wedding. He looked at his mum and dad, Sirius and Remus and smiled at what must have been a joyous day for all of them. Then he spied it, as it sat inconspicuously on a table in the background.
The table was decorated specifically, as if for its own special event. In the center was a parchment decorated with calligraphy and ornate borders. To the left were an eagle feather quill and an ink pot. To the right were liquid wax and what looked to be a paintbrush. Harry cast a magnifying charm to see it more closely. A half sphere was attached to an ornately carved wooden handle. Harry had seen these before - on Dumbledore's desk and in Fudge's office. He sat back in his chair as he realized exactly what it was. He closed his eyes and tried to stem the emotions surging up within him. He couldn't prevent the few tears that fell from his eyes.
The object was the Potter family seal matrix, something that would have been passed down to Harry at the time of his parents' deaths. However, Harry knew in his heart that once he found it, he would never be able to use it; he would have to destroy it.
-fin-