Chapter 3
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Harry didn't know how long he cried for, but when he came to his sense he was once again alone in the room. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because there was a tray of food on a table next to his bed with a warming and preservation charms placed on it.
Rubbing his swollen and itchy eye, Harry pulled the food towards him and started eating even though everything tasted bland thanks to his fucked up emotions. He couldn't believe that he told Voldemort everything. He couldn't believe that he told him about Mr. Craftman. What's worse, he cried like a baby in front of the man. At least now it was done and everything was out, he could die with his soul cleansed and join his parents in heaven.
He was a bit surprised that Voldemort didn't mock him or make fun of him for his past. The man had actually seemed mad when he saw his scars. Hell, he looked more than mad...the Dark Lord had looked furious. That couldn't be right though, why would Voldemort be furious on his behalf?
Pushing his unfinished plate away, Harry sat quietly while he tried to gather his thoughts. He wondered how much longer he would have to wait before Voldemort came to drag him in front of his Death Eaters? He hoped that he would hold up to his end of the deal and allow him to write a goodbye letter to Sirius. He didn't want his godfather to worry about what his last few hours of life had been like and if Voldemort had tortured him before killing him. He wanted Sirius to move on with his life with the knowledge that he had been ready to die and that he had willingly accepted it.
"Master Poty?"
Harry gave a small jump, he hadn't seen the elf pop in. "You can just call me Harry, Mintzy. I'm not your master."
Mintzy smiled happily at the boy. "Mintzy thanks you. Is Harry boy feeling better now?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I'm fine." He reassured, even though he was feeling anything but fine. "Do you know how much longer until... Well, until Voldemort comes for me?"
Mintzy' eyes lit up and she gave the boy a blinding smile. "Mintzy is not really knowing, but Master Voldy cancelled the celebration for tonight so Mintzy is hoping that he is not killing Harry boy now."
"He canceled it?" Harry asked breathlessly. He didn't want get his hopes up, and even though he had accepted his death, he really didn't want to die.
Mintzy's head bobbed happily up and down. "Yes he did. He called Mintzy here when you were crying and after he spelled you asleep, he told Mintzy that the celebration was off and that he wanted Mintzy to bring you food and clean clothes. Master Voldy has been locked away in his library ever since."
Harry just now noticed the bundle of clothes the super tiny house elf was holding. "Did he say anything else?"
"Just that you is it to take a shower."
Harry took the clothes from the elf, surprised to find that they were high quality clothes, not like the rags he was currently wearing, nor like clothes one would expect a prisoner to wear. "Thank you Mintzy for taking such good care of me."
"Mintzy likes Harry boy!" Mintzy cried happily. "Now go and take a shower so Mintzy can shrink the clothes to fit you. Harry boy is too tiny."
Chuckling, because who she to be calling him tiny when she was super tiny herself, Harry got up and did as ordered.
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"You called for me, My Lord?"
Voldemort didn't bother looking up from the book he was reading to greet Lord Malfoy. He knew the man would be kneeling and looking like a puffed up peacock. "Tell me what you know about the Potter bloodline. More specifically, creature inheritances."
Standing up, Lucius brushed the winkles out of his silk, black robes. "As far as I know there hasn't been a Potter creature inheritance in over a hundred years. I believe James Potter's great, great grandfather was a veela. James' mother was a Black though, and the Black bloodline is rich with creature blood. They have everything from dark veela, elf, vampire, incubus, succubus, and I even recall tales of a neko bloodline."
Voldemort's head snapped up at hearing that. "Neko you say? That's very interesting."
"My Lord, is this about Harry Potter?"
Voldemort mentally growled when his eye started twitching in irritation. "No, it's about the other Potter brat that has been a thorn in my side for the past sixteen years. Of course it's about Harry bloody Potter!" He snapped.
"My apologies, My Lord." Lucius said meekly.
"Lucius, I want you to find me the location of Potter's muggle relatives, and I want that location before nightfall."
Lucius released the breath he had been holding. "I already have it, my Lord, but the brat is hidden behind very powerful blood wards."
"And how long have you known of Potter's location?" Voldemort growled dangerously.
"My Lord, I-I have known it ever since he was first placed there." Lucius stuttered nervously. "I never thought to mention it because of the wards."
"Crucio!" Voldemort roared. He didn't keep Lucius under the curse long, less than a minute, but it was long enough to leave him a blubbering mess. "If you dare ever hold information about Potter from me again, you will be sharing a bed with Frank and Alice Longbottom. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, M-My Lord." Lucius panted as he struggled to get back to his feet.
"I want the address of Potter's Uncle and Aunt, along with a neighbor by the man of Mr. Craftman."
With his hands still trembling, Lucius accepted his Lord's quill and quickly wrote down the address of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. "I don't know of this Mr. Craftman, but I will have his address by nightfall. Also, Dumbledore has had a squib watching the boy ever since he first placed him there, an Arabella Figg."
"I want her address too." Voldemort sneered. The bitch either hadn't been doing her job, or she had and Dumbledore knowingly left Potter in an abusive home.
"Yes, My Lord. Anything else?"
Voldemort had wanted to complete this mission alone, but now that he was going to be brining back four people, it would be easier if he had extra wands, especially since Potter seemed to think that Dumbledore had guards stationed outside his relatives home. "Tell Rabastan and Rodolphus that I want them here no later the ten tonight in full Death Eater garb."
"Yes, My Lord." Lucius bowed to hide his face and the fact that he was pissed at not getting to go on this mission with his lord. He didn't like to be left out, especially when it involved the Potter brat.
"Leave!" Voldemort barked, not at all fooled. He knew that Lucius was mad, but the Lestrange brothers were better duelers than Malfoy and he trusted them more to have his back.
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"You is looking much better." Mintzy squeaked when the boy came walking out of the bathroom.
Feeling awkward in the extremely long and baggy clothes, Harry gave the elf a sheepish grin. "Do you think you can take this much in? These clothes are huge on me?"
With a snap of her fingers, Mintzy had the clothes resized to where they fit the boy perfectly. "Mintzy is shirking Master Voldy's clothes for Harry boy and now Harry boy is looking real nice."
Harry looked down at the silk, silver, long sleeve shirt and grey slacks in horror. "These are Voldemort's clothes?" He gasped.
"Oh yes." Mintzy beamed. "And you is looking very nice in them."
"This is unreal." Harry muttered. "I can't believe that I'm wearing Voldemort's clothes. My life is so fucked up."
"That's a bad word." Mintzy scowled. "Wearing Master Voldy's clothes is better than going naked. Now come, Mintzy is to take you to the library."
Harry laughed at the elf. He found it odd that Voldemort of all people would have such an outspoken house elf. He also found it extremely funny that she called him Master Voldy. "Why are you taking me to the library?"
"Because Master Voldy said so." Mintzy answered simply.
Harry followed Mintzy through the grand manor not sure how he felt about seeing Voldemort again. He had confessed everything to him because he thought he was dying, but now he didn't know what was going to happen to him. He didn't know what was worse, knowing that he was about to be killed, or not knowing what was going to happen to him.
Harry entered the library, impressed that Voldemort owned so many book. Voldemort's library put the Black library to shame. Hermione would freak out if she saw the amount of books here, some looking hundreds of years old.
"Take a seat, Potter." Voldemort snapped from behind a pile of books.
Harry rushed to comply, curious as to why Voldemort would want him in the library.
Looking out from behind his stack of books, Voldemort's eyes widened slightly when he saw the boy. He would deny it to the day he died, which would be never, but the sight of Potter in his clothes was an extreme turn on.
What the hell was wrong with him? Was he honestly finding the Boy-Who-Lived, the boy who vanquished him, attractive?
Internally cursing himself, Voldemort shoved a piece of parchment in front of him. "I have narrowed your upcoming creature inheritance down to three possible creatures."
"You honestly think I will have a creature inheritance?" Harry asked in shock. He didn't know how he felt about that. Wasn't he already enough of a freak?
"I wouldn't have spent the past four hours in the library researching the Potter and Black line and creatures if I didn't think you would inherit next month." Voldemort snapped.
"Sorry." Harry mumbled, his face turning red. Looking down at the parchment, he read the names incubus, succubus and niko. "I really don't know what any of these are."
"Depending on where you're from, or your religious beliefs, an incubus is said to be a male sexual demon known to prey on woman. They would enchant women then feed from their sexual energy and fluids during intercourse, sometimes killing them if they took to much or had sex with them on multiple occasions. A succubus is basically the same thing, only female. Since you are a male, I don't see you becoming a succubus, but seeing as we're talking about you and can't do anything normal, I thought it wise to add it to the list."
Harry scrunched his nose up in disgust. Neither of those creatures sounded like something he wanted to be. "Wouldn't I have to like having sex in order to be one of those?"
"There is that." Voldemort conceded. "But you are young and have not come into your inheritance yet. You were eleven when that man molested you, far too young to be having sex. It is my theory that in order to cope with what was happening to your body, you latched on to the positive of the situation. You, who have never known kindness, a gentle hand, or loving words, focused on your molester's words of praise and love and his comforting touch, and as such, partially awakened your creature. I believe that need for affection has nothing to do with sex, but that's the only way you know how to go about getting it."
"Tell me Potter, how do you handle your need for affection while at school? I can't imagine you having sex with your teachers or fellow Gryffindors."
Harry wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He couldn't believe that he was sitting here having a civil conversation with Lord Voldemort about sex and creature inheritances. It seemed like he was actually trying to help him though. "I couldn't sleep one night the beginning of my third year because the pain for needing touch was getting to be too much. I wandered down to the common room where I found Fred and George Weasley working on some new prank ideas. I lied and told them that I had a nightmare so they comforted me. Fred and George are very perceptive, and after that they picked up on my need for contact. Everyday they made sure to throw an arm over me, ruffle my hair, curl up with me on the couch, or some other type of contact."
"And that was enough to settle the...itch."
Harry nodded his head. "After a while a few of the other guys started doing it, like Lee Jordan and Oliver Wood."
"I think we can rule out incubus and succubus." Voldemort said thoughtfully. "Casual touches like that wouldn't be enough to feed their itch, as you put it."
"So a neko then?" Harry hoped that a Neko wasn't a sexual demon too. He may have slept with countless men out of need, but he never much liked doing it.
"That is what I think. An easy way to describe a Neko is someone who is half human and half cat, but there is more to them than that. A Neko can take three forms, their full human form, partially human/feline form, and their complete feline form."
"I don't think I have to explain full human form to you, that's pretty self-explanatory, but partial form is where you look mostly human, but some of your feline form shows through, normally your cat ears and tail, but possibly also your eyes, claws and fangs if you feel the need to use them."
"Full feline form is similar to an animagus transformation in where you will turn completely into a cat. From what I have read, you will retain your human mind during these transformations."
"That doesn't sound too bad." Harry said with a soft smile. "Better than being a sex crazed demon. Why do I crave affection though?"
"Being a Neko isn't just about looking like cat, you will also share a lot of their personality quirks, like loving to be pet. It's more than that though. Neko's need affection in order to thrive. You explained it pretty accurately earlier when you said that you felt like you were feeding from the men you went home with. A Neko denied love and affection will eventually waste away and die. To be denied touch is the worst form of punishment there is for a Neko."
"This is a lot to take in." Harry said numbly. "Not that it really matters seeing as you're going to be killing me anyway."
Voldemort didn't know how to respond to that statement. The prophecy stated that Potter would be the one to vanquish him and he couldn't allow that. Then again, he didn't know the entire prophecy. "Did you here the prophecy in its entirety?"
Harry fidgeted in his seat. He knew the full prophecy, and he knew that Voldemort knew that he knew, was there any sense in lying? If he kept it from him, Voldemort would just torture it out of him anyway. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
"What the hell is that shit?" Voldemort roared. "That's the damn prophecy?"
"I didn't understand it either." Harry laughed nervously. "How can neither live while the other survives? We're both sitting right here talking and surviving."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Voldemort lowered his head as he once again tried to work out the prophecy in his head. "Stupid, fucking, vague, nonsensical prophecies." He finally snapped angrily.
"I don't know, couldn't we just ignore it?" Harry asked hopefully. "It's not like I asked for any of this. I have no desire to fight or kill you and, if I may point out, it's always you who attacks first.
One minute I'm sitting there trying to take my OWLS, and the next minute you are sending me visions of torturing my godfather. See...you are the instigator."
"It's true!" Harry cried when the Dark Lord just stared unblinkingly at him. "You came after me when I was a baby, you tricked me into trying to save the stone, you..."
"That was Dumbledore." Voldemort interrupted. "He was testing you with the stone. Same with my damn diary. Do you honestly think that the so called greatest wizard alive couldn't work out the mystery of the basilisk when three twelve year olds could?"
"Now I take full credit for fourth year, I needed your blood, but Dumbledore could have gotten you out of the tournament. A minor can't be held to a magical oath."
"Everything seems to come back to Dumbledore." Harry said darkly.
"He's the ultimate manipulator." Voldemort agreed.
"Stupid prophecy is probably false." Harry started laughing somewhat hysterically. "Who the hell gives a school interview at the Hogs Head? And what great power do I have? I'm not more powerful than you. I saw you battling Dumbledore, you could have easily defeated his wrinkly ass."
Voldemort quirked an eyebrow at the boy. Maybe he wasn't Dumbledore's golden prince after all. If he played his cards right, he could possibly get Potter to join him. The boy was incredibly powerful, and his Neko inheritance would make him even more so.
"Potter, your magic will also change some with your Neko inheritance, but since nekos are rare I'm not sure in what way. You are powerful, probably more so than any other young witch or wizard in Hogwarts. I think, seeing the uncertainty of the prophecy and Dumbledore's actions, that we should call a temporary truce."
Speechless, Harry stared dumbly at Voldemort. Did he hear what he thought just heard? "You want to call a truce, as in no more fighting or trying to kill me?"
Voldemort inclined his head. "Yes, but just you, Potter. If any of those friends of yours in the Order stand in my way, I won't hesitate to kill them. If you stand in my way after we settle on this truth, I won't hesitate to kill you."
Harry couldn't believe this, this was too good to be true. "I never wanted to fight you in the first place. I don't want anything to do with the war. What are your terms for this truce and how long will it last?"
"We need to validate the authenticity of Trelawney's prophecy. The woman is a drunk hack from what I hear, she could have been making the prophecy up in hopes of getting a job. We also need to find out what Dumbledore is playing at. It seems that right now he's the puppet master sitting behind the curtain pulling on everyone's strings."
"I am the Dark Lord, Potter, and not a nice man. I despise muggles and don't care much for muggleborns. Despite my hate for muggleborns, I'm not out to kill them all. I'm sure you have been told a lot of false information about me, so during our truce I will discuss with you my goals and desires for the Wizarding World."
"During our truce I will not refrain from working towards my goals. My Death Eaters will go on raids and people will die. If your friends in the Order get caught in the crossfire, don't come crying to me."
"As long as there is a truce, I will not harm you when we meet...unless you attack me first."
"I don't have a wand, so no worries there." Harry flushed in embarrassment.
Voldemort slammed his hand down on the table, making Potter jump. "Why in the hell would you hand your wand over to Dumbledore? What he did is illegal, he is not allowed to take your wand from you unless you break the law."
"I-I didn't know that." Harry stuttered. "He said that I had to give it to him to hold over summer because of my foolish actions at the Ministry. He said that he didn't trust me."
"He left you weak and helpless knowing that myself and my Death Eaters were out to get you." Voldemort sneered. "Sounds like he wanted me to catch you."
Feeling sick and dizzy, Harry rested his head on the table. He hadn't trusted Dumbledore for a while, but would Dumbledore actually set him up to be kidnapped by Voldemort?
Testing a theory, Voldemort reached out and ran his fingers through Potter's hair. He was rewarded instantly when the boy pushed his head into his hand and sighed. "How long has it been since you have had human contact?" He asked as he continued to massage Potter's scalp.
Harry hated that he was enjoying Voldemort's touch, but it felt so good that he wanted to crawl onto the man's lap. "Since I got off the train." He answered weakly. "Lee Jordan held me the last forty five minutes of the trip."
Voldemort didn't like the spike of jealousy that he felt over another male holding Potter. He didn't even like the brat, why the hell would he care if some snot nose brat was pawing all over him? Despite how he felt about the boy, he couldn't stop running his fingers through his silky, soft hair.
"Oh goody, you're mating! Can I watch?"
Snatching his hand back, Voldemort picked up a book and heaved it at his familiar. "Keep it up and I'm making a belt out of you."
Giggling, Harry looked up with tired eyes. Voldemort's touch had almost put him to sleep, it was a shame his damn snake had to ruin it. The touch was nice, exactly what he needed to help the burning itch he had been feeling the past few days, but it wasn't enough to get rid of it completely. That was the reason he had went to the bar, to find a man to help get rid of the itch.
Wishing that he could beg Voldemort for more touching, but knowing that that was the stupidest idea ever, Harry stood up and stretched his arms over his head. He wasn't sure what was going to happen now, but he couldn't stay here. At least with the truce he wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort or his Death Eaters for the rest of the summer.
"Where are you going, Potter?"
Blushing when he noticed his shirt had ridden up above his belly button, Harry yanked his shirt back down and fiddled nervously with it. "I was going to change back into my clothes and leave seeing as you're currently not planning on killing me. Which I appreciate by the way."
"And go where?" Voldemort drawled. "Back to the streets and back to picking up muggle men in the bar to have sex with?"
"Well not everyone can live in a fancy manor!" Harry snapped. "I'm doing the best I can, and living on the streets is better than living with my relatives. As for the men...I'm not a whore. I don't like it, the sex, but I need it."
Voldemort clenched his fists to keep from throttling the mouthy boy. "You don't need to have sex with muggles."
"Well they're not going to hug and pet me just for the fun of it. Having sex with them cures me of the itch and I'm normally fine after that for a week. I can put up with the sex part, I just block that out and focus on the attention I'm getting."
"You're not leaving!" Voldemort snarled, his red eyes glowing.
Harry could feel himself starting to panic. "But I can't stay, you don't understand how bad the itch is. I...I feel like tearing my skin off now as is, if I don't find a man tonight it's only going to get a hundred times worse. Please don't do this to me!"
Standing up, Voldemort advanced on the boy before he could come to his senses and change his mind. Roughly grabbing him by the arm, his tugged him to his chest and wrapped his arms around him. He quirked a smirk over the boy's head when Potter's body shivered in pleasure.
"Is it always men? Do you ever seek out women?"
Harry knew that he should be fighting Voldemort, this was the man that killed his parents, but instead he felt his body melting into his arms. "Just men. I tried getting close to a few girls in Gryffindor, but their touch repulsed me."
Voldemort led Potter to one of the couches in his library and sat down, tugging the boy down so he was resting half on him. Forcing his head on his chest, he went back to massaging his scalp and running his fingers through his hair. "It sounds like you're going to be a submissive Neko, and male submissive nekos are pretty rare."
"Wonderful." Harry slurred sarcastically. "So what now?"
"We may have called a truce, but I'm not letting you leave. You're not a prisoner." Voldemort reassured when he felt Harry tense up. "But I'm not going to allow you back on the streets sleeping with men just to cure your itch. Muggle men are dangerous and you're lucky one of them hasn't slit your throat yet while you slept."
"There's also the issue with your creature inheritance next month, you can't go through that alone living in some cardboard box in an alley. It may take some time for you to gain control of you Neko magic and attributes."
"I feel like I have stepped into an alternate reality, a twilight zone." Harry giggled, already feeling better from just the small amount of touch Voldemort had given him. "You're Lord Voldemort, I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, you should be trying to kill me, not take care of me." He knew that if it wasn't for whatever was going on with him, his possible creature inheritance, he wouldn't be sitting here allowing Voldemort to hold and pet him, but he needed this so damn bad and it felt so damn good.
What shocked him the most though, even more so than Lord Voldemort, the man who has attempted to murder him on multiple occasions, holding him and seeing to his creature's needs, was the fact that Voldemort wasn't asking for anything in return. He wasn't demanding a blow job or a piece of his ass. He had never had a man hold him just to comfort him, and he found it really nice.
Voldemort had to agree with Potter, this was some pretty messed up shit. He had dreamed of being this close to the Gryffindor golden boy a lot since his downfall, but his dreams featured him strangling the brat with his bare hands while the boy turned blue in the face and choked on his last breath.
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Lord Voldemort, in all his snakelike glory, stood towering over the pathetic muggle cowering at his feet. His desire to AK the piece of trash was so great that he was visibly trembling. This was the man, the filth, that took Potter's innocence when he was only eleven years old.
"My Lord, the other three muggles and squib are secure in their cells. The boy, the fat one, we hadn't been prepared for so we left him in the cell with his parents. We did separate the crazy cat lady, the squib, from the other three. The older two kept attacking her and calling her a freak. I didn't think you would want them to take away your fun of torturing her."
Voldemort forcefully tore his eyes off of the pedophile that had just soiled himself in fright. He had every right to piss himself, one of the first things he was going to do to the sick bastard was chop off his child molesting dick. Yes, he was murderer and he tortured people without remorse, but one thing he wasn't, was a rapist or a pedophile.
Potter's molester looked to be in his mid-forties, with short brown hair, brown eyes, average build and average height. He looked like your friendly next-door neighbor, it was no wonder Potter trusted him so easily. Then again, the dimwitted boy had fallen asleep three hours ago using his parents murder's lap as a pillow. Maybe there was something more wrong with the boy than being a stupid Gryffindor.
"Rodolphus, I don't think I have to tell you and your brother to keep quiet who's relatives are rotting in my dungeon?" Voldemort asked dangerously.
"Of course not, My Lord." Rodolphus bowed. "But I am curious, shouldn't have Potter been at his guardian's home?"
"That place was never Potter's home." Voldemort spat. "The four muggles we captured tonight are the perfect example of why we need to close ourselves off from the muggle world completely."
Rodolphus was extremely curious about the muggles and wanted to know more, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask more questions. His Lord was extremely worked up over something and he didn't want to end up on the wrong end of his wand.
Smirking, Voldemort levitated the muggle so he was floating right in front of his face. He took great pleasure in seeing the man crying. "You and I are going to have a little fun later. You, a filthy muggle, dared to touch a magical child. You molested an abused eleven year old boy who needed help, not your filthy hands all over him. The amount of pain I'm going to put you through will have you begging for me to end your pathetic life, but Lord Voldemort won't grant you mercy."
Cackling, Voldemort sent the muggle hurling head first into his cell and one of the stone walls. "Rodolphus, see to it that he's alive. I have big plans for him."
"Yes, my Lord."
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