Voldemort watched as Harry slowly began to awaken, fascinated with the way he rubbed his eyes, coughed a bit, and fumbled around for his glasses. He thought the fifteen year old boy was quit attractive, and loved the vulnerability he showed as he slept. Harry had slept the whole night on the ground where Voldemort previously exhausted him with pain from the Cruciartus. His eyes darted a round for a second, not knowing Voldemort was behind him, and jumped at his voice.
"Eat this." said Voldemort handing him a plate of fruit with a price of toast. "Your going to be needing your strength Pet."
"What poison have you managed to put in this?" said Harry, examining the food warily.
And why the hell did he just call me Pet? he thought.
"It's your new name, deal with it." Voldemort growled. Harry looked confused and suprised.
Had the Dark Lord just read his mind?
"How did you-"
"Yes, it's all very impressive, isn't it"Voldemort interrupted.He started to look amused as Harry's face and thoughts showed discomfort and a tint of fear,"You should really try to control those precious thoughts of yours, Pet."
"Stop calling me that!" Harry spat.
Voldemort sent a sharp stinging hex to Harry's wrist. He flinched and grabbed his arm in agony
"I'll do what I wish." Voldemort said. He released the stinging hex.
"Why aren't I dead? What are you trying to do?" Harry asked demandingly.
"I've taken a liking of you, Pet. And I believe you can serve me in more ways then you think."
"What?" Said Harry, looking truly confused. what do you mean serve? I would never serve you! Harry thought.
"I mean," Voldemort started,"that your innocence and vulnerability is quite attractive. And let's not forget that light-weight, easy to slap around body you've got there." He stroked the boys raven hair. Harry flinched away, taking a good five steps back.
"But that doesn't make any sense! You're- you're Voldemort! You've been trying to kill me for the past four years!"(Harry is in his fifth year at Hogwarts.) he said frantically.
"Ah yes," Voldemort said calmly, "but you see," he moved swiftly in front of Harry, "times have changed." Rape was the last thing on Harry's mind, and the first on Voldemorts. He magicked Harry's shirt and jacket off. Harry crossed his arms in attempt to cover himself up.
"What are you doing?!" Harry truly was innocent and clueless. He barely knew about sex, and it was never teached at Hogwarts. Voldemort laughed, muttering something about "so oblivious " and what not.
Harry was now backed completely against the wall. Voldemort's hands left Harry's bare chest and waste and started undoing his belt. Harry suddenly grabbed Voldemort's neck and shoved him backwards. Caught off guard Voldemort stumbled a step back while Harry raced to the door. He didn't care that it was most likely locked and if not gaurded. He was not about to just stand there and let his enemy touch him like that. Voldemort now had his wand.
"STUPEFY!" He bellowed, knocking Harry to the ground. Voldemort ran to him and pinned him on the ground. Harry being out of breath, struggled against Voldemort's grip. He was not doing anything without a fight.
Voldemort laughed sinisterly, almost mocking the sounds of joy.
"You really are a fighter, Pet. Your going to take longer than I thought to brake,"He chuckled.
His robes began turning into ropes lashing out around Harry, binding his legs and arms (remember how he did that in Deathly Hallows part two?) and levitating him in the air. He then flung Harry on the bed, the binds releasing and only cuffing his hands behind his back.
Voldemort positioned himself dominantly on top of Harry. "You're so pretty, Pet." he said eerily, causing Harry to quiver and avoid eye contact.
Voldemort slapped him across the face.
"Look at me, boy!" Harry froze, quit breathing all together, and slowly looked up at the red eyes staring down on him.
"What do want from me. Information? is that why your keeping me alive? Why are you tooling around like this?"
Voldemort slapped him hard again on the other side of Harry's face. The Gryffindore in Harry was kicking in now. He glared straight up at the evil wizard above him, not even wincing at the blow to his face.
"You're so defiant. Your bravery is going to waste, Pet. Just stop fighting. Give in. Let go." Voldemort growled. He wave his wand and Harry's pants and trousers where thrown aside. Harry was completely naked, and flinched as Voldemort touched his bare chest. He stroked down to Harry's wonderful member and grabbed it tightly.
"Stop it!" Harry hissed through gritted teeth.
"Scared, Potter?" Flashbacks of Harry's second year dueling with Draco Malfoy raced threw his mind.
"You wish." he said coldly to cover the fear in his voice.
"We are so alike, you and I," Voldemort started, his eyes gazing over every inch of Harry's body. "Even if I never came to your miserable parents house that night, and you where never accidentally gifted with a fraction of my powers, we are still brilliantly alike." He said. Harry was disgusted in himself as he realized he was growing half hard. Please he doesn't notice, please his doesn't notice! He chanted silently.
As if on que, Voldemort's eyes set directly on Harry's growing member.
"I see I'm not the only one enjoying this, Pet." He mused. Harry was so upset his body had betrayed him. In his mind, Harry was really not enjoying it one bit. He felt uncomfortable and violated. that's because u are being violated, idiot. Harry scowled to himself.
"Violated is such a primitive word dear pet. I would rather prefer exploring ones opportunities."
"As if I care what you prefer!" Harry shrieked, starting to sit up,now boiling with anger. This whole situation was humiliating, and he didn't need someone prying in his mind to top it off.
He was pushed back down by Voldemort.
"Careful boy, you're really pushing your limits," he snarled. "I think it's time we get to the point. Flip over." Voldemort said, now getting off Harry and standing by the bed.
"Hell no!" Harry said at the ridiculous question. Voldemort back handed him across the face.
"Do as I say, Pet!" he demanded, red eyes glowing with anger and frustration.
Harry knew he would never do what Voldemort told him to without a fight. Ever.
"Or what? What will the great, terrific He-Who- Must- Not- Be- Named do might I ask." Harry asked as rebellingly
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort screeched, sending Harry in a fit of pain, cursing himself for being as stupid to say something like that to his enemy.
After three minutes of excruciating pain, the curse was released and Harry was left exhausted. Now I've brilliantly eliminated any chance of a fight. Harry said to himself. He could feel Voldemort moving him onto his stomach. He heard him shed his own robes, and Harry was quite thankful he didn't have to see the horridness of Voldemort's deformed body. Voldemort stroked Harry's back and arse. Harry flinched. He was so scared.. too scared. He wasn't quite sure what was coming next, but he knew it wasn't going to be good.He felt Voldemort place the head of his erection at the entrance of his tight virginity.
No. Harry thought pleadingly in his mind.
No, please, don't. This is disgusting and you know it is. He hoped Voldemort was reading his mind right now.
Even though you know he wouldn't stop due to your thoughts, idiot. Harry's scar was burning more then ever now, even more than in the graveyard the previous year.
" I have seen your heart, Harry Potter." Voldemort began in Parseltounge.
"And it is mine."
He slammed into Harry, not caring he had no lubricant and did not ease his way into it at all. Screams from Harry filled the huge bedroom. It was such a burning he had never felt before. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably as he cried out in agony. The only thing he could hear above his own screams was the horrid sound of Voldemort's laughter.
"Yesss....YESS!!" Voldemort moaned as he thrusted into Harry.
After what seemed like hours, Harry simply went numb. He stopped screaming. He didn't see the point of it. He needed to think past the pain. He needed a way out of this shit.
And then an idea came to him. It wasn't going to get Voldemort off of him, but it might cause him to stop thrusting for a second, a millisecond. This might just catch him off gaurd. Most likely make him angry, but he needed to just stop the violent thrusts.
"You're weak, old man." Harry hissed in parseltounge. "Is this all you've got? Is this all the mighty halfblood Tom Riddle could do to the infant that caused him to loose your powers for 13 years?"
The plan had worked! Voldemort stopped thrusting, and actually pulled out of him.
As quick as he could, Harry fled off the bed and ran as far as he could in the huge room. He knew it was going to be no use, he knew the doors were locked, but he had to do something, anything but just sit there.
Voldemort suddenly apparated directly in front of Harry, fully robed again,and grabbed his throat with both hands. Harry was almost completely unable to breathe, and his hands reached for Voldemort's, trying to pry him off his neck.
He had him against the wall again, and Harry could do nothing.
"You know, I thought that perhaps you had a bit of brains behind your ignorance, but I'm afraid I was wrong." Voldemort hissed in Parseltounge. "Your parents die to save you, yet you repay them by risking your life in such arrogant ways. But your foolishness did come in handy after all, for it made me realize what a pathetic job I did to get vengeance. I ought to fix that don't you think? I've got to keep the reputation I hold, don't I?" He hissed. He was still holding Harry by the neck tightly, but loose enough for Harry to breathe the minimum it took to keep himself alive.
Harry was choking for air, fear burning through his eyes.
Voldemort swung Harry on the ground, as Harry tried to scramble away. Voldemort waved his wand, and roots came out of the ground and wrapped around Harry strapping him to the floor. Voldemort stood looming over Harry, enjoying the view of his struggle.
"You are a fool Harry Potter.
And you will loose."