"Lucius." the tall man stated. In just that voice held authority and instilled fear. His face was no longer a resemblance of a snake's but more of a human's, all except for his glinting red eyes. He was taller than Malfor Senior but all also thinner. He glanced a mere second on Lucius before focusing his attention to the naked boy on the bed.

"Yes, My Lord." Lucius immediately stood up from his previously comfortable position, bowed and then left. The muggle boys were already taken downstairs and were being tortured, if the music in Voldemort's ears were any indication.

Voldemort looked down at the Saviour of the World, naked and completely vulnerable -in more ways than one. His wand was in the room next door and he was currently naked and alone with his arch-nemesis. He had his knees held up close to his chest in an attempt to cover up, not knowing that he's actually exposing more than he's hiding.

In one swoop the he was upon the enticing body. He smirked down at the frightened face the child; giddy with excitement and lust. He gazed upon what he called a 'perfect picture'. Ebony locks surrounded the young boys face, swept away from covering those gorgeous emerald orbs. Parted pink lips, glossed by the slick tongue darting past those petals and caressing them. HE looked down at the legs covering the other's chest. It was a seductive ivory white, seemingly hairless, but upon closer inspection -really close- he could see very thin and very fine hair. His gaze swept further down, coming to a stop at the sight the Saviors young sack: no wrinkle, no hair and tinged pink. He licked his lips, suddenly feeling parched with all the heat he's feeling. He pushed the boy's knees closer to his chest -and there it is, his pink puckered entrance. His cock, which was slowly hardening with all the sight, arose with gusto. Just the thought of stretching that tight hole, had him thrusting his hips.

The moment Harry felt the thrust and the unmistakeable arousal of his nightmare, had him startled out of his shocked stupor. "Wh-what're you doing?!" he embarrassedly noticed his high-pitched voice.

Voldemort scowled when Harry started struggling and cast quick spell equivalent to a rape-drug. Immediately Harry's body went lax. The older man grinned as he watched emerald orbs become hazy. He took hold of the boy's ankles spread them apart,exposing Harry in all his glory -and what a glory indeed! He licked a path starting from his puckered entrance all the way to his lips, liking the way the boy arched the part of his body that was touched by his wicked tongue.

He licked the other's lips pulling away when the other darted his tongue to meet his. He wanted submission from the young teen, yes, the boy was a little bit influenced but that only affects the heightened sense of pleasure he gets he is touched sensually. The more he experiences it, the more he wants it. He flicked his tongue at those petals before a whimper of frustration escaped them, sounding like a child denied a treat.

His hands wandered, roaming down the teen's back, past his taut stomach, up to his chest where they stayed there to play with his cute nubs. He devoured his mouth, his tongue touching every corner and crevice, giving attention to the other tongue when it came to play.

Harry's abandoned legs wrapped around the older male's waist and his hips started grinding upwards. Voldemort moaned, his own hips thrusting down in response. His lips pulled away from the soft petals to plant themselves on the delicate neck, leaving raw bruise-like marks before trailing down with tender pecks on the hardened nubs being teased with flicks and pinches. His lust spiking with every moan and whine he produced from the the younger male.

Voldemort unlocked Harry's legs from around his waist and pushed his ankles down until they were touching the space on either side of his face. Voldemort nuzzled the soft globes raised to his face and parted them. He saw the pink pucker winking with want at him. He tapped it with his wand, ensuring it's clean, and with the way the other was moaning, he'd say the boy like it too. He gave brief licks around it, ignoring the inviting entrance fro a while. Harry pushed his butt up to his face wanting contact with his entrance. Voldemort smirked; he nuzzled it and kissed it before licking it in every way. Harry's voice reached a new decibel. He was pretty sure everyone downstairs could hear the unmistakeable arousal in that voice.

Voldemort's tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscle and wiggled around; making Harry hitch a breath mid-moan. He thrust his tongue in and out in an imitation of what's to come, then wrapped his lips around the petals and sucked. At this Harry let out a lustful scream.

The wicked tongue inside of Harry had electricity shoot up and down his spine making his whole body shake with tremors. Harry felt ice cold feeling in his feet before it shot up to his abdomen where it became a ball of fire. A hand larger than his reached over and started to pump his member; the ball of fire steadily growing bigger and whiter.

"Ahh ... ah .. please .. " Harry panted. He didn't know what he wanted and what it was exactly that he was pleading for, but all he knew was that this white ball of fire was too much for him to take, his body was already trembling in the intense pleasure he was drowning in. The hand tightened and became faster, and suddenly the ball of fire exploded with a flash of white. His seed was raining down on his chest, face and some even went inside his mouth as he screamed. He swallowed, tasting his own essence.

"Aren't you happy?" the voice above him stated rousing him from his pleasure addled stupor. He opened his eyes, realising he had closed it with the intense pleasure. The older male watched in satisfaction as the younger stared dazedly at him before nodding hazily.

"Would you like some more?" he asked, with an innocent voice, making eye-contact while he rubbed his face between the globes and making the boy's still half-hard member to sway in his face, left-over cum dripping on his face.

He nodded again. The older male smiled. He lowered the other's body on the bed before spelling the restraints off. Immediately, small hands latched on his cloak pulling him closer. His legs were once again wrapped around the other's waist inside the cloak. He pulled the cloak closer, and the the other's face was close enough, he raised his head to meet the other's lips. Voldemort, only startled for a moment, before pushing down responding with much strength. Voldemort spelled his clothes off, all except his cloak which the younger male still had a vicious grip on. He completely lowered his body on the smaller male, ensuring the cloak was wrapped around them, and a mass of his skin was in direct contact with the smaller male's.

He released the other's lips with a loud smack and leaned back. His arousal was comfortably nestled between the soft globes. His hips was slowly thrusting against the soft mound his hardened member gently rubbing in between them; the pucker winking against it making soft sounds, as it seems to be sucking on the member's skin.

He pushed the smaller male's knees to his chest where the other clutched them in place. His ruby orbs locked on to emerald ones. He gave a brief, and what he thought was a reassuring smile before returning his attention downwards. He slapped his member against the pucker, his precum slipping out. He rubbed his tip around the entrance, spreading precum as a lubricant. He positioned himself. He looked back up at the smaller male's face before entering and saw the pained look that quickly overcame the other's feaures. It was slick but still very tight. It felt sooo good!

Harry scrunched his face in pain and whimpered. Voldemort rubbed his hands on the smaller's thighs deftly avoiding his member. Touching it would only make it harder for him to enter and painful for the other. He was being unusually kind to the boy; but that's to be expected, after all he had fallen in-love with his own enemy. But it wasn't the same kind of falling in-love in the normal way, because he had not necessarily fallen in-love with the boy but with his power.

It was when he was but a twelve year old, when he defeated his 16 year old horcruxe. Not only was he gifted with the art of parseltongue but he's also teeming with power. As to be expected of the boy who was prophesised to vanquish him. Even now, not only was there a thin sheen of sweat on his skin but also a low thrum of power rippling close to his skin, and where his skin touched the other, the magic thrummed faster caressing his skin and also his power in such a way that he knew that when they finally find completion, there would be no more Harry Potter; there would be no more Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Voldemort, there would only be him and him, there would only be magic. This coincidentally makes the prophesy null and void. He pushed his hips more, his eyes glinting in excitement of what was to come. His head was only halfway inside, just a little more and his head would be completely inside.

SLAM!!

Voldemort glared at the person who dared interrupt him. This person was sure to be dead before the end of the day. It was Malfoy and before he could crucio him to oblivion, he rushedly spoke, "My Lord, we need to go! Dumb-galore and the Roasted Ducks are here!!"

Voldemort cursed! So close! Harry was whining now and pushing his entrance to take in more of Voldemor's thick member. "My Lord! Please, we need to go! We'll take Potter with us and then you can finish there without any interruptions!" Malfoy pleaded. If Potter was in his right state of mind he would be staring unbelievingly at him, but seeing as he's not, Malfoy was eternally grateful.

The other's came inside the room and began casting the most advanced and dark spells and hexes on the door. There was a considerably smaller amount of people than when they first arrived. Outside they could hear shouts of spells and also assurances to save Harry. There was also the occasional painful scream as they activated the hexes on the door.

They turned to witness the arousing sight of their Master dominating the World's Saviour. They watched as Potter whined for their Lord to enter him, and wriggle and tremble in pleasure. They were all imaging they were in the position of one of the two. "Alright." He slipped out of Harry before picking him up. "Nott! Have you taken down the Anti-Apparition wards?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"What are you fools waiting for then?!"

BANG! The door was obliterated to pieces some spraying at them. Bellatrix and Nott quickly cast a shield but not before 1 or 2 spells shot towards Voldemort and more specifically the bundle he's carrying. Harry screamed feeling his whole body heating up to a whole new level of pain. Voldemort also feeling this only managed to hold on to him for a few more seconds before giving in and dropping him like a glowing ember, indeed he was actually glowin ember.

In a flash Harry was gone, and the only evidence that he fell was the broken TV still sparking electricity. Voldemort cursed and the Death Eaters feared for their life because they knew that when they are back to safety, they are actually back to hell. In a millisecond, they too were gone.

"Noooo!" shouted Remus, feeling his only connection to family -to pack- was gone. His cub was gone. He felt tears of frustration and loss build up, blurring his sight. He felt a pat on his shoulder and heard a soft voice.

"Don't worry Remus, we'll find him. He wasn't with You-Know-Who, that we know." consoled Tonks.

"But we were too late! Why couldn't we just have him stay at Grimmauld?" despaired Remus.

"The boy is hurting too much from the recent loss-" started Dumbledore.

"And I don't?! He needs company! He needs an understanding family there for him. And as do I!" Remus interrupted.

All were silent. Unusual for Snape who would normally be seen sneering at this kind of drama.

"Let's all head back to Headquarters, so that we can start on start on finding Harry. I'll stay here to explain matters to the Ministry officials." stated Dumbledore. With that they all left, Tonks leading Remus with a hand on his shoulder, Snape sneering from behind. They knew that Dumbledore will handle the Ministry goons. As they left no one noticed the empty DVD case which had the piture of a mammoth, a sloth, a sabertooth and a squirrel clutching an acorn.