Dreams--Voldemort/Harry
The first time he looked into Potter's head was when he possessed him at the Ministry. He saw Harry's whole life in that short amount of time. He also saw everything the teen hoped for, wished for, and dreamed about. It was there that one dream caught his attention. One dream that Voldemort himself started dreaming about.
That dream was both erotic and filled with happiness. Harry had been dreaming about the two of them. Or rather Voldemort's sixteen year old self. Harry had many different dreams about Tom Riddle Junior. Some had the two of them just sitting closely on the couch in front of the fire. Some had them sitting at the table enjoying a meal, or laying in bed just enjoying the closeness of one another. And then there was the erotic ones. Those were the ones that stayed with Voldemort the most. For if he was honest he liked seeing them. They all had him dominating Harry. Though there were some where the teen was in control, but still a bottom. Voldemort had never seen anything so damn arousing.
Soon he began having dreams about Harry. At first they were the ones he had seen in Harry's mind. Then they turned into his own dreams. All of them never once featured him as he is now. They all showed him as an older Tom Riddle. And all of them left Voldemort wanting the real thing and waking up feeling like a teen again.
Voldemort, for once, didn't know what to do. He kept silent about everything. But soon the sexual frustration began to build, so much so that he started finding ways to look human again and he killed Bellatrix. Killing the psychotic witch felt satisfying. He killed her simply because she snuck into his rooms, in his bed during one of his dreams with Harry. The one where he took Harry in a rough manner, spanking him with every thrust, and Harry begging so sweetly for more and spreading his legs wider like a wanton whore. Then the dream was forcefully ended before either of them could come when someone touched him. He woke in time to see a naked Bellatrix straddling him and holding his cock. Voldemort killed her without hesitation and without his wand.
Dreams of Harry continued to plague him. He didn't mind nor did he intend to do something about it. Not that he could do anything about it with the current situation. Harry wouldn't believe him even with proof and veritaserum. Voldemort wouldn't have believed it either, but seeing it in Harry's mind was all the intangible proof he needed. His first erection from seeing it was enough proof that he felt something more than hate and rage towards the teen. In fact Voldemort no longer wanted to kill Harry, he instead wanted to have Harry any way the teen would let him. Even if it was just friction between the sheets.
For the next year and a half Voldemort was content with his dreams. Even when they plagued him during waking hours. Especially during Death Eater meetings. Voldemort likes those the most. He would sit there daydreaming about Harry's legs being spread open with one end of ropes tied around each knee and the other end of the rope tied to the headboard. Harry's hands were tied above his head. Voldemort would be pounding into him, listening to Harry beg, plead for more, and chant his name. Getting lost in his mind was much better than listening to idiotic incompenent followers. Dreaming about Harry was better than listening to reports on failed raids or gossip their spoiled children tell them.
By the time he was ready to overthrow Hogwarts and the Ministry, Voldemort finished his side plan of taking Harry and getting the teen into his bed. Voldemort wanted the real thing, needed it. Needed to feel Harry's naked skin, needed to know what he would taste like, and most of all he needed to feel just how tight and hot Harry's hole would feel around his cock. Voldemort had finally finished the potion that would make him human again.
The night before the takeover Voldemort received a surprise. Harry Potter walked straight into his study. Voldemort didn't get a chance to speak.
"You win. Now take me to bed. Just stop with the dreams and make them real."
Voldemort didn't hesitate to follow that order.
~Fin~