Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Rowling owns it all.

Pairing: Rodolphus/Harry

Warnings: Slash:male/male, strong sexual content, DARK!Harry, Underage sex, violence, angst, and drama. AU.

Whispers in the Dark

(1.) The Key

Where am I? Why do I feel so heavy as if my body had been injected with Muggle muscle relaxants. It's cold. Why is it cold?

He was confused, he'd never been more confused in his life. He felt his body shaking, his teeth were chattering, and he felt sick. Since his hearing failed to give him any sort of information as to where he was and why, he breathed in deep and caught the scent of cold and damp like that of a basement that had been leaky for years.

He wished someone would cover him, he wondered if he were blue in the skin?

As he attempted to focus on where he was, he heard a shuffling of footsteps on the stone cement. His body stiffened completely before relaxing and feigning unconsciousness.

"Your cell mate has been out for the last five days." The voice was high range. They were getting closer. "Haven't defiled him yet have you?"

Cell? Why am I in a cell?

"I don't take them half-dead," stated whoever his 'cellmate' was. This voice was a little more rough than what was obviously the guard. It reminded him vaguely of whisky.

There was a clank and he was sure it was bars, sliding aside. Footsteps upon entry and he resisted the urge to open his eyes. Not that he could, he was still so damn heavy feeling.

"Bloody hell, he's freezing!"

"No shit, he's been laying on the concrete floor long enough."

Something rustled in the corner and his cell mate threw a blanket over his body. It was a wool blanket and at first a bit scratchy but it did warm him. Inwardly, he thanked him. There was a sigh and I could tell he sat down on the opposite side of the cell.

"Well, Rodolphus, I leave you be."

"Hn."

Rodolphus? Lestrange?! Azkaban?!

The footsteps disappeared and all that was left was the soft breathing of his cell mate.

A Lestrange.

Harry James Potter had never been more stunned in his life.

After what seemed like an age, whatever heaviness that held him down began to slowly recede. It took a lot of energy but he managed to pry his eyes open. The blur of black hazed across his sights before perfecting itself without the need for glasses.

Harry could not believe it. The effort it took to shift and actually sit up was monumental. Long greasy coal hair fluttered forward, his scalp itched like never before and he felt sick. He shivered and drew the wool cover closer and frowned deeply.

His head ached. He paid no attention to the eyes in the corner that were watching him. Instead, he focused not on the 8x12 cell or those unseeing eyes and deep breathing. He placed his face into his hands.

It was when that specific events swam into his mind that Harry Potter remembered exactly what happened.

He dropped his hands to his lap and narrowed his eyes at the dark cell wall. A wave of his Magic slowly slithered out dark and velvet to the touch.

A deep breath was taken in the corner causing Harry to flip his greasy hair over his shoulder and stare into a handsomely rugged face. Light brown eyes were wide at the sliver of magic. Harry had never personally seen Rodolphus Lestrange. He had no idea what he was expecting, but he didn't expect this.

He was broad shouldered, chocolate rings of curls flittered down to his shoulders and around the crown of his head, fluttering into his eyes and all, his skin tone was normal if a little pasty do to the dampness of the cell. He had what one would call a five o' clock shadow across his cheeks. From the way he was sitting, you could tell he was tall. He was draped in wool black robes and you could see scarring on his hands which were big and looked strong.

The magic washed around the room swirling and twirling. Harry's eyes narrowed. "So that's why I'm in here?" He muttered with disgust. "Well, I'll be damned." Harry threw the cover aside and got to his feet and stared down at himself. He too was in wool robes though they were rattier than Rodolphus showing bits of flesh on his arms, chest, and legs. His hair dangled in his face and the smell of grease made Harry cringe. "Ulgh, fucking hell! I'm in Azkaban?"

"Yes," Rodolphus answered. "You've been out for five days."

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and found that there was an extra cot on the other side of the small cell. He sank down on it. The place reminded him of his cupboard. The cell wasn't the cleanest but it wasn't entirely filthy either. There weren't many other cells, instead there were doors that led to other areas.

"We are in maximum security. There are floors to ourselves to keep us from plotting," Rodolphus answered his silent question. "Why did they put the boy-who-lived in here?"

Harry didn't see why he should hide it. "I killed my relatives."

Rodolphus arched an eyebrow. "Really? How?"

Harry brought his knees to his chest. "My Uncle - attempted to go too far. I had a switchblade I pick-pocketed from one of my cousin's arsehole friends."

Rodolphus straightened. "What did you do with it?"

"Stabbed him…" Harry murmured. "Everywhere, I just kept at it until I was completely soaked in his blood, from head to toe. I was so angry…" His Magic reacted, washing out in deep crimson layers and covered him in protected folds. "I- I had never been so angry before… After I killed him, I figured… what the hell? Might as well take the others out. I think it was a sick bit of thrill for me. They made my life miserable enough. I slashed both their throats, took a shower, and waited for the Aurors. I refused to talk… the Veritaserum didn't work. They tortured me… but I still didn't talk. Dumbledore and his Order attempted to get information out of me… but it still didn't work. Alastor Moody had his way with me, which was why I was in the state I was in when I arrived."

By then, the Warden was standing in front of the cell having heard every word of it.

"Your Uncle, what was he?" Rodolphus queried.

Harry made a face. "A filthy Muggle."

The Warden was a boxy built tall man with a perfectly shaved head. "Kiddo, let's go get you some food and a wash. You can resume your story for later. You have a bunch of time together."

Harry was immediately up at the sound of a wash. Food, he could live without but washing was a priceless treasure. "Can I wash first?"

The Warden nodded. "I'm Rex."

"Harry."

Rex chuckled and led him toward the third door on the right. The shower was open faced. He placed the appropriate items on the counter next to a mirror. "You have a half hour."

"Thank you sir," Harry said appreciatively.

The shower was the best thing; Harry had felt since he was thrown into this place. He relished the touch of scalding hot water that rained down over his thin body. He looked down and frowned. He was a little thinner than he wished to be considering he'd been still for five straight days.

When Harry was done with all his most important bodily needs. He found clean wool robes and a brush. When he was fully dressed, he slipped into the sandals that were provided for him and pushed open the door to see Rex standing there waiting patiently.

Rex nodded for him and then took him down the hall to a small little cafeteria. There was only one table big enough for four people at best.

As soon as Harry sat a tray of food appeared. The guard sat opposite of him. "Go on, eat."

Harry was surprised by the decency the Azkaban guards actually had. He ate even though he didn't feel hungry but he didn't want to become any thinner than what he already was. He was so thin his frame could have been considered almost feminine. It was annoying. First his hair, draping over his shoulders and now his body!

"I do not condone a child in prison," Rex said during the middle of Harry's meal. He conjured more milk and looked pointedly at him. "I have two children, I'd be killing someone."

Harry shrugged. "The boy-who-went-dark," he said dryly.

"Are you really?"

"I don't know," Harry admitted. "I certainly can't be light if I killed my Uncle."

"You had a damn good reason if my theory is correct…" Rex's dark eyes blazed and Harry cringed and nodded.

"You are correct in your theory." Might as well confess that. What could it hurt now?

"You didn't want to tell the courts?"

"And have it splashed across the papers? I'd rather be here - thanks," Harry said darkly.

"No kidding," Rex said shaking his head. "Most of the guards aren't as nice as I am. But that's because I have sense. There are no Dementors on this floor. The Dementors are for those who behave extraordinarily badly," he assured. "Rodolphus is a rather content man, unlike his wife."

Harry placed his milk down and broke off the bread on his plate.

"It also helps that the Dark Lord has asked us to treat you as favorably as possible."

Harry froze and peered up through his lashes at Rex. "Voldemort?"

Rex grimaced slightly and gave a nod. "The one and only," he said instead of threatening Harry like most people who supported the Dark Lord did.

"Why? I'd have thought Voldemort would be pleased, the boy-who-lived imprisoned."

"I do not know the exact circumstances," Rex confessed. "I just know my Orders. There are only three guards here that do not follow the Dark Lord and we always make a point to watch them three guards like hawks."

Harry tucked all this information in to the back of his head for later viewing. He wondered what Voldemort was playing at? Was he trying to get Harry onto his side? Well, even without that there was a good possibility of it.

Dumbledore had been mutinous with him. His old friends called him an evil murderer. At this point, Harry hadn't cared what anyone thought. He felt too cold and numb to deal with their taunts. Instead, he turned away from them completely. He blamed most of it on Dumbledore anyway. It was his fault for making Harry go back to those unfit bastards. What did Dumbledore believe he was trying to prove doing so?

Rex had been watching him in thought the entire time. Harry sighed heavily and finished his meal. He pushed it away. Rex waved his wand making it disappear. One more stop at the restrooms and Harry was taken back to the cell.

It was when he entered the prison cell that something warm and fuzzy washed across the conscious of his mind. He swayed slightly causing Rex to reach out and take him by waist.

"Alright child?"

Harry blinked.

Rodolphus peered up from his place on his cot. His feet were stretched out, and he had a book in his hand.

Harry frowned as his scar slowly began to tingle. It felt like a spider crawling across his forehead.'Harry?''Good, it finally works.'

Stunned, Harry sank down on the cot wide eyed. 'Voldemort?' He said inwardly testing without speaking aloud.

'Yes, you can talk to me without looking like a lunatic.'

Harry truly did not know how to feel about this. The scar tingled but it didn't hurt. Rex had finally left but Rodolphus was staring at him.

"My scar, it tingled," Harry said deciding not to tell him that Voldemort was in his head.

"Oh," Rodolphus said and nodded. "Suppose it does that often?"

"Usually hurts like a bitch," Harry explained.'I have no wish to kill you.'

'Don't you?'

'No. I have better plans.'

'Is this a do or die thing?''Not at all.'

'Liar.'

'I have no reason to want to kill you Harry Potter. Not now.'

'You to stand by my side.'

'….' You see Harry, you are my key to Immortality and I am your key to freedom.'

Freedom. Harry's heart and soul yearned for freedom. He could feel the truth, feel the honesty. 'Well then, Tom, what now?'

(o)

If there was one thing Harry Potter hated more than anything in this world, it was the cold. He grew up freezing to death due to the lack of dressings and covers he was given as a child and to this day he loathed it.

Harry shivered uncontrollably under the thick woolen cover he'd been given that night.

His eyes were wide and he was staring up at the ceiling. There was a rustle from Rodolphus' cot. Boy, this sleeping arrangement was weird. He was in a cellblock with one of the Lestranges no less in a maximum-security prison. It also didn't help that he had a Dark Lord in his head.

He didn't things could get anymore weird that was until…

Rodolphus pressed a hand to the top of Harry's head causing the teen to flinch involuntarily. He shifted a bit and peered up into light brown eyes with complete confusion and slight anxiety. What could possibly happen now? "Scoot over," the man commanded. "We are both freezing. It will be warmer if we do this."

The lump in Harry's throat got thicker and although the panic flickered through him, it didn't stop himself from mechanically scooting over to make room for Rodolphus. Almost anything was worth getting rid of the frigid temperature around him. At least the man wasn't going to rape him. Then again, he remembered Rodolphus said he didn't take them half-alive. Did that mean he wouldn't take them unwilling too? He sure hoped so.

Harry was thin enough that they both fit on the twin cot. However, his eyes became unusually wide when Rodolphus strong body molded along his back and arms encircled him tightening around his thin waist. The spare wool cover was draped over them giving them a nice amount of heat.

It was warm but it was nerve wracking. Harry had never slept next to a man before and he didn't count Ron. One, Ron wasn't gorgeous and two, Rodolphus was married.

To say that it was awkward was perhaps an understatement.

"Are you warm?" Rodolphus' voice rumbled softly into his ear. He could feel the man's breath and once again swallowed the thickness in his throat.

"Yes," he managed to answer evenly. He closed his eyes on the darkness of the cell and attempted to not think about the body up against his, which was easier said than done. Instead, he focused on the warmth and the darkness behind his eyes. It was all he needed to fall into a light slumber.

When he awoke the next morning, he was aware of the fact that he was on top of something warm and comfortable. What it was though, he had nary a clue until he felt it breathing.

Arms were holding onto him and it was a strange sight to open your eyes and see chocolate curls resting against a shoulder. He didn't panic like he normally would do. He knew he got himself into this little situation somehow all on his own. How did he wind up like this again?

Oh, yes, he slaughtered his relatives, refused to talk, got beat up, and thrown into Azkaban with a loyal Death Eater in which he was sleeping on top of at the very moment due to the frigid temperatures of the night.

….

….

Harry's heart hammered as he snapped his eyes back shut. This couldn't be happening. 'I cannot be in Azkaban!'

But alas, when he raised his head the cell was in view and everything around him told him something.'Good Morning, Harry,'

His scar tingled as he slowly rolled off Rodolphus who was giving him a cocky smirk.

Harry glared at him and drew the wool covers closer. 'Tom, good morning to you too.'

'Yes, Azkaban could do that to you. I've been thinking about the story you told me. I need to clear something up.'

'Hm?''Did he succeed in raping you?'

Harry stiffened completely, his insides churning. 'No, he did not. I stabbed him before he could get that far. Although, it got close.' He shuddered visibly at the memory.'Very well, I was making sure I didn't have to send one of my Azkaban Healers to check you over.'

Harry grimaced and sat up, rubbing his head, very aware of Rodolphus' roaming eyes.

'I was desperate to not let it get that far. So, what's on the agenda for today?'

'Nothing at the moment, I have a lot of research to cover. I will be checking in on you regularly.'

Harry bit his lip. That was almost nice. More than Harry had ever gotten from Dumbledore and them. 'Thank you, Tom.'

Tom sneered but said nothing and the link between them was cut off.

Awkward silence between Rodolphus and Harry was perhaps an understatement. Rex came by and frowned when he saw Rodolphus in the same bed as Harry.

They met their morning ablutions and then settled in the small cafeteria for breakfast. Harry was still a bit surprised at the fact that it was only two. In the Muggle world they'd have all the prisoners in one place.

Rex left them their alone to their breakfast. Nothing was said between either of them. Harry was contemplating everything going on while Rodolphus pretended to not pay any attention to him.

But Harry knew better. He had enough experience with covert gazes to know when he was being raked up and down and Rodolphus was doing just that. Although, Harry was kind of happy that he didn't leer. He'd had enough of that with the Ministry guards that he met before they tortured him into unconsciousness.

The weeks followed in much the same fashion. They were let out three times a day for meals and bathroom visits. Rex was always most lenient whenever they needed out they were allowed.

Harry remained in the cell on his cot. Rodolphus had given him a Dark Arts book to keep himself busy. The teen wasn't quite comfortable in the man's presence yet even though they slept together at night and Harry always wound up on top of him by morning.

Rodolphus would wake up chuckling in his ear and Harry would go red as a cherry and scoot away.

Every day Tom would check up. When he found out what Harry was reading he began to quiz him which was really annoying until he realized that it passed a lot of time. Tom said that he would have more books sent in for him soon and it was no surprise that the day before Harry's fifteenth birthday Rex came through with a bundle of books.

"Orders from the Dark Lord," Rex said placing them between the two.

"Thank you Rex," Rodolphus said appreciatively as Harry nodded in earnest.

No one knew that Harry had the Dark Lord in his head yet and he was going to try and keep that matter a secret as long as he could.'Start on the Illusive Magic,'

Tom commanded causing Harry to pause on the creatures and fish for the Illusive Magic. He found it underneath a Cobweb of Spells. 'That is an old book. Enjoy.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Thanks.'

Four weeks in Azkaban, Harry couldn't believe it. It felt like years. Isolation was not something he enjoyed. Such a reminder of his cupboard.

The books were the least to say interesting and it gave him some ideas he was going to use when he got out of this hell-hole. He had some people to payback for all the kindness they had bestowed upon him.

Harry and Rodolphus made very little conversation. For one, Harry wasn't exactly sure what to say to the man. He was very leery of him even if they were sharing a bed every night. Rodolphus often watched him with a lazy like smile on his face.

Harry couldn't stand the fact that every morning, he seemed to wake up on top of the Death Eater. How he got there was something he was unsure of.

"You are rather warm," Rodolphus taunted one early morning in August.

Harry moaned. "And you're comfortable…" It was all he could think of.

Rodolphus chuckled. "Am I?"

"Obviously, I wind up that way."

"You're light as a feather," he observed. "Thin as one too."

Harry rolled his eyes. It wasn't the first time someone commented on his size. He raised up, long black hair tumbling over his small shoulders. He peered up at Rodolphus before rolling to the side as he usually did.

Every morning, Harry would wait for Rodolphus to finish what he needed, preferring to stay outside of the room with Rex. He wasn't prone to undressing in front of others. However, on that morning Rex gave him a saddened look. "I fear you won't be able to wait on him this morning. You have fifteen minutes at best. The Ministry is coming by really soon."

Harry frowned but nodded. "Thank you, Rex."

He moved through the room, placing a towel and items on the counter. He was well aware of Rodolphus' robes coming off and discarding at his feet.

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped out of the sandals and slowly and hesitantly began to take off his robes, knowing very well he was being watched. His heart hammered as he finished the buttons on the top part of his robes and allowed it to fall off, revealing his pale flesh.

A soft intake of breath was given and Harry upon reflex gazed up into the slowly fogging mirror and found his eyes peering back at a well toned muscular figure. The man was V shaped. He had a black half-moon tattoo on the right side of his breast and on his shoulder blade was a tattoo of a black skeletal grim reaper with a silver scythe. The Dark Mark was sticking out proudly in place and there was a scar gong down the left side from his underarm down to his hip. Harry had never truly gazed upon a naked male figure. But Harry felt unusually warm for doing so and it didn't help that Rodolphus' watchful eyes were sending torrents of blushes to his otherwise ivory cheeks.

Harry was by no means muscular. Instead, he was slim. Too slim, like that of a speedy Seeker. He had small lean muscles but nothing that was very effective. Pushing his hair behind his shoulders he fumbled with his robe bottoms before bracing himself and taking them off.

Rodolphus turned away before he took them off and pretended to not notice Harry which was a huge relief. Harry realized Rodolphus had been admiring without being a disrespectful scumbag. Harry's blushing was taken to new heights. He curled in on himself as he stepped forward. He had a few scars riddling his thin back, arms, and back. The shower was hot and scalding, the awkward situation was lessened by Rodolphus' respect for turning away.

Harry wouldn't have been so embarrassed had the man been near his age and not half as built as he was. He was finding himself flustered at the image in his head. He dressed quick and rushed the comb through his hair.

He was out in front of Rex in five minutes. The guard looked amused as he waved his wand to dry the boy's hair. Harry scrunched his nose and crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.'Good morning,''Morning Tom,'

All was quiet when Rodolphus joined and they headed toward the small cafeteria.'Halloween,''Halloween? We're getting out?'

'It's set in motion. I need you to do me a favor, however.'Harry frowned visibly at Voldemort's words. He knew the kind of favors that a Dark Lord would be asking for. 'What's that?' He asked hesitantly as he took a drink of his milk. He refused to meet Rodolphus' eyes.

'I need you to kill Sturgis Podmore. He's in with you.'

Harry almost dropped his milk, his eyes went wide at the mere request.

"Are you alright?" Rodolphus asked.

Harry nodded vaguely at him. "Yeah…." He whispered. 'Uhm, Tom, I'm in maximum security. One, I have no wand or even a dull knife. Two, I only ever see one of your most loyal followers all day long.'

He waited for the backlash. He knew Tom wouldn't be too happy with this reasoning. He never was.

'Well, looks like you'll have to be creative doesn't it?'

Harry almost visibly goggled. 'Creative?'

Harry's head was spinning. 'Alright, Tom.' He agreed. What else was he suppose to do? He couldn't say no to a man who was going to free him. He was now calling upon all his Slytherin self-preservation and if taking out an Order Member would seal his safety then so be it.

Dumbledore locked up the wrong Gryffindor.

'Everyone will be released on Halloween. It's your job to make sure he doesn't leave Azkaban, alive. He got in my way being apart of the Order. I want to seal his tongue for good.'

he said startling Harry as he sat. Harry said wearily. What timing! Harry thought feeling a tingle in his scar.

Harry knew what it was before Tom even asked, but he was waiting to fully hear it.

'You sound awkward.'

'Do I? Probably because I woke up wondering where the fuck I was!'

hissed Voldemort's familiar icy voice in the back of his head.

There was absolutely no way that Voldemort could be serious. The confusion was felt through the link, he knew it was. He settled against the back of the wall and shivered.

'Then what do you want?'

'What I want? Immortality.'

'Yeah, we established that but, uhm, what do you want with me?'

Harry queried.

An icy hiss through his ears caused the boy to jerk.

"Voldemort!" He said aloud startling both Rodolphus and Rex.

So many questions and he have no answers. He was laying on something terribly hard and he had no idea what it was. He tried to reach into his mind and pull out the reasons for being in this shape. His body was shivering. He meagerly attempted to curl in on himself but found that he had no strength.