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Mating Rituals of the Fae Folk

Summary: Fae Harry is captured by the Dark Lord. Unbeknownst to the ignorant mortal who dared to chain a fae, Harry has allowed himself to be captured in order to entice the man into a mated bond. Implied Future Harrymort.

Warning: Voldemort being a tad thirsty and Harry being a little shit. Implied slash fanfic.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series is the sole property of JK ROWLING and a select number of Publishing Houses worldwide hold a limited amount of rights to its usage. I do not own nor do I make any profit from the writing and publishing of this story. The characters here-in are still hers. The idea behind the story is my own and as such is mine to do with as I please. Also, this has not been beta-read, so I apologize ahead of time for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes.

See the end for Author's Note.

"It has come to my attention that you are no longer eating."

Harry snarled at the looming shadow that was the Dark Lord above him. Even when bound with chains, magical suppressants, and gagged the boy was like a rabid animal. Feral. Untameable.

Just the very thought had the Dark Lord hardening in his trousers. He was so eager to claim this wild creature chained in his dungeons.

Initially he had wanted to have the fae kept in his room. Stretched across his bed and drowned in Luxurenticia, the strongest aphrodisiac in the world. The Dark Lord would absolutely desecrate the ethereal being before him.

But while if the need arose he would slay a unicorn he wasn't foolish enough to violate a fae. And especially not the one rumored to be the strongest of his kind. "It will be Beltane in a fortnight you know."

The fae's head whipped up and his vivid green eyes fixed upon the taller figure. Voldemort loved those eyes. When he grew tired of this game he would take them from the boy as a souvenir of their time together. "You've been here for a score of days already and not one single incursion into my land has happened." He crouched down to be closer to the boy and grinned when he didn't so much as blink. He loved the strength of Hadrian as much as he loathed it. The being would look beautiful broken. "Where are your loyal companions? Where are your people?"

The fae's eyes remained resolute and piercing. Evaluating. The grin fled from Voldemort's lips in the wake of the sneer that traded its place. In the same way he loved those eyes he hated them. Abhorred them. Wanted to claw them from the boy's skull until nothing but black pits of blood and viscera were left. No one should see everything and yet the Dark Lord knew that this force of nature clothed in human skin saw. Not only did he see, he understood. And that was more dangerous than any power over death that the fae were rumored to possess.

The Dark Lord rose to his feet and resisted the urge to lash out at the boy. He was the prisoner. He was the captive. It was Hadrian that was bound in chains without aid. And now that he was throwing a bit of a tantrum: without food. "I will not waste food on someone who will not eat it. You will call for me or you will starve. I care not which it is."

That was a lie. Voldemort had not yet tired of this game of theirs, but knew that the fae could only see if he gazed into his eyes. Hadrian would know only the truth that Voldemort allowed him to see and wasn't that a troublesome thought?

Harry watched as the Dark Lord left his cell. A surge of magic indicated that it was warded once again. No one was getting in until Voldemort came to pay Harry another visit. With a mischievous smile Harry dispelled the illusion of himself chained and kneeling on the floor and appeared on the cot underneath the single barred window. "Beltane... no wonder I've been restless."

He had been ecstatic when he allowed the Dark Lord to 'capture him'. From the moment Harry had set sight on his soul he knew he had to have his name. The one that went by Voldemort was something more than a man, something more than human. Or less than. Harry wasn't too sure what he was exactly. Only that Harry wanted him.

His Regent would be furious, he was sure. Sirius had changed drastically after the death of his parents and had become more than a trifle overprotective. Harry was expected to have a cadre of guards in his shadow when he left the palace. The number would be sure to double when he decided to return.

Harry stretched out in the meager rays of sunlight that filtered through the bars. "Perhaps I will send word home with Gideon..." Beltane meant that the veil would be weakened. If Harry called for the Prewett twins, they would probably come. He would send them to Ron who would get a message through to the fae realm.

In the meantime, he was a fae with a deadline. He would have only ten lunar cycles to tame this not-quite-man Dark Lord. If Harry knew his name then the entire thing would be as easy as baking bread, but Voldemort was not his True Name. And the man knew enough about the fae to be cautious in what he did give. The man didn't even meet his eyes too frequently as if he knew the fae were natural legilimens. (Of course you could seed a forest that covered the world with the amount of things the man didn't know about fae, but beggars couldn't be choosers. If Harry had to choose between power, beauty, and brains then two out of three wasn't so bad.) "Come Gideon, son of Gareth," Harry whispered into the strands of magic that swirled in the dwindling sunlight. "Come Gideon, brother of Fabian and Molly. Come Gideon, traveler of the realms. Your master calls you once more."

The sunlight glittered, danced, and on its rays appeared a form from thin air. The man was easily a full head taller than Harry with broad shoulders and a militaristic bearing. It had been a long time since this spirit had been to war but time did not blunt his blade. His eyes were as black as slate, but once they were a sea blue that calmed the fiery red of his hair. "Death," Gideon greeted as he took to one knee.

Harry grinned. "Just call me Harry."

A/N: So this was just a little scene for a potential world that I was considering. It hasn't gone anywhere as I want to extensively plot out some of the traditions and customs that govern this AU. I still find it a rather intriguing idea and thought to share it.