A/N: If Yaoi or Non-con is not your thing, please leave. Any flames left will be laughed at. :)
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Disclaimer: IF I OWNED HARRY POTTER, IT WOULD BE A NETFLIX SERIES.
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Over the difficult months they'd had searching for Horcruxes, Harry Potter had grown bitter and had a lot of resentment building up for all Lord Voldemort had put him through.
The insane bastard had ruined his life ever since that Halloween in '81. If Harry's parents had lived, he would have grown up with the love and comfort he needed, he would never have been set ridiculous expectations from strangers he didn't even know and he wouldn't have to watch all his friends die around him.
After Snape's memory in the Pensieve had played out, Harry knew straight away that he wasn't just going to hand himself over to the Dark Lord and his bloody Lil Death Munchers. No, he'd walk to him all right—only because it was his opportunity to finally deliver the revenge that he had been denied for nearly seventeen years.
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"It has to be me, Ron. I have to go and face him..."Harry murmured softly in a false dejected voice. Internally, he was smirking.
The Golden Trio were hidden behind a large tapestry as Harry tried to explain that he was 'going to die for everyone' in order for the menace that was Lord Voldemort could finally die.
"No, Harry! He won't get you!"Hermione said tearfully, clutching her best friend like a lifeline. "We won't let him!"
Spells and walls exploded everywhere, debris nearly hit them with every bang.
"Whatever you saw, mate, just don't believe it! We'll kill old Moldy in another way! We want you to make it through this thing...Like we always do..."Ron pleaded with the adamant ravenette who refused to change his decision.
Harry sighed exasperatedly and said:
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this guys...Stupefy."
The two didn't even see the jets of red coming.
He placed them safely against the little alcove and put up some Notice-Me-Nots and protective wards—courtesy of Hermione Granger's teachings—so that they stay safe.
Harry donned his invisibility cloak and made his way out of the Castle, heading straight towards the Whomping Willow, where—hopefully—Voldemort still waited in the Shrieking Shack.
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Voldemort had been in the place where Harry felt he would be, smirking as he thought of all the fools who didn't join his side paying the price for protecting the Potter brat.
He was in a sort of dreary and dusty bedroom. He sat on a rather large chair near the fire he had created with the Elder wand.
Nagini remained safe in her magical bubble that he created. He could not afford his beloved familiar suffering the same fate as he had felt his other Horcruxes did.
The Dark Lord stared at Severus Snape's dead body's obsidian eyes stare unseeingly at the person who had ordered his life terminated.
"You could have been great, Severus...If only you hadn't double crossed me like you did..."He murmured, the Elder wand being twirled slowly in thin white as chalk fingers.
In the quiet of the room, Lord Voldemort suddenly heard very obnoxiously loud footsteps making their way up the stairs. He didn't expect to see Harry Potter himself bursting into the room, never mind the fact that the brat went and tackled him to the ground, knocking his wand out of his hand in the process.
"Hello, Tom..."Potter whispered. His voice was with dripped power and malice. Immediately, the Dark Lord knew that he was in trouble.
"Do not call me that—!"Voldemort hissed, but was interrupted with a painful slap from the Potter who straddled him on the dirty floor.
"Don't yell at your superiors, Pet. You may get punished,"Harry growled as he Vanished the Dark Lord's robes, leaving him very naked.
Harry pulled a face at Voldemort's pale body. He looked even closely when he saw a strange buzz of Magic all around him. Like there was some Glamour on him...
"Finite Incantatem!"Harry hissed as he pushed his magic into his hand. Now, a silent and trembling Diary Tom like Voldemort was underneath him, his red cat eyes widened fearfully.
Harry hummed in agreement. He liked the way the Dark Lord looked now.
"Let's get some ropes on you now, huh Pet?"Harry whispered as his jade eyes glinted with cruelty. "Incarcerous!"
"W-What are you going to do to me?"Voldemort asked with a slight stutter.
"Something that you truly deserve."
Master? Are you okay? Nagini hissed in concern.
"Don't you dare make a sound, Tomcat,"Harry said in a sickly sweet voice.
Voldemort glared. No! I am not! Tom hissed frantically to Nagini.
SLAP!
Voldemort face had a nice imprint of Harry-Potter hand.
"You don't learn, do you Pet?"Harry said with mock sadness to a fuming Voldemort. "You're just making things worse for yourself..."
Some ring-like invisible force tightened around Voldemort's shaft. Harry gave a devilish smirk as he stood up and grabbed Voldemort's chestnut brown wavy hair painfully. The Dark Lord just barely stopped himself from crying out.
Harry dragged him to the chair the Dark Lord had previously sat on and sat down with Voldemort on his knees at his feet.
"You know, I'd never thought that I'd see the day Lord Voldemort would be kneeling at my feet..."Harry said with grin. "Feels awesome."
"You insolent brat! Let me go this instant! I can end you right now—!"The Dark Lord barked, but Harry dug his nails deeply into his cheeks. Enough for it to start bleeding...
"Ngh!"Voldemort whimpered.
Harry watched the beads of bright red blood on Voldemort's smooth porcelain skin, red as poppy flowers.
Harry unzipped his jeans and got his erected cock out. Voldemort's eyes widened further. He knew what was going to happen to him—he was foolish for not seeing it before.
Harry grabbed Voldemort's hair again and put his head near his cock.
"Months on end without getting laid was boring. Now you're going to help me relieve that boredom, Pet,"Harry growled. "Now...Suck."
Voldemort made and indignant noise before Harry pushed the large head of his cock into his plump ruby lips.
The Dark Lord looked up at the ravenette before going down slowly on Harry's 8" cock. He started gagging after six inches. Harry pushed Voldemort's head down further while the Dark Lord sucked and licked harder. That was a pleasant surprise for Harry.
"Harder, you little whore!"Harry growled and the Dark Lord complied docilely. Harry could feel his climax coming and barked out another order:
"Now don't spill or swallow any cum or you'll be in trouble!"
Voldemort did not want to find out what trouble meant, so he puffed up his cheeks to hold all the sticky white cum that was emptied into his mouth.
Harry stroked his hair, a condescending grin on his face as he took out his cock from Voldemort's mouth.
"Now, you're going to hold my cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. Don't spill it, remember..."he said sinisterly.
Harry picked the bound Dark Lord up from the floor, bridal style and placed him onto the bed, rearranging the binds on him to tie each of his limbs to one bedpost.
Voldemort felt like crying. How could he let a brat get the best of him?
Harry undressed himself, flinging his clothes and shoes onto the floor. He was in between Voldemort's pale spread legs, the Dark Lord's pink pucker waiting for him. Harry positioned himself at his entrance, not even bothering with any lube as he rammed into Voldemort's arse painfully.
"Nonononononono! This cannot be happening to me! Anyone but me! It hurts!"Voldemort thought to himself. His tears finally started pouring as Harry thrusted harder.
One thrust got particularly too hard and caused him to cough out the cum.
"Naughty Pet didn't listen. Oh well. I'll punish you later,"Harry said cheerfully.
Voldemort sobbed as Harry attacked his neck and left hickeys all over his body. He was pretty sure he felt something dripping down his leg.
"Please! Stop! I beg you, Potter!"he wailed.
"No. Look at you! You're nothing now!" Harry said with a rough thrust.
"You have ruined countless lives!" Thrust.
"People hate you!" Thrust.
"You have no one left on your side that will remain free!" Thrust.
"You are my bitch now!" Thrust.
"I'll make sure everyone knows it it! I decorate you like a trophy! I'll mark you so that every man, woman and child will know who you belong to!" Harry growled as his thrusts became more erratic.
Voldemort was filled with disgust as he actually felt himself get hard. He wanted to come, but that invisible ring was stopping him from releasing.
Harry came hard, biting down on Voldemort's shoulder as he he rode out his orgasm. The Dark Lord felt his enemy's cum coat his insides. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry from the pain and the disgusting pleasure he felt.
Harry waved his hand and soon both he and the cum and blood covered Dark Lord were clean.
He slid out of Voldemort and dressed himself, leaving his jacket off. He untied the weak brunette and wrapped him in it.
Harry carried Voldemort bridal style and with a jovial smile said:
"Let's go back to the castle now, shall we?"
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A/N: ...Um, Please review?...
(May turn into a Multi chapter fic if even one person asks.)