Relieve Me from Pain

This will be SLASH content story featuring Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort/Tom Marvolo Riddle JR. If this does bother you, kindly exit out of this page, thank you.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter series, as the honor goes to J.K. Rowling.

SUMMARY: In the world where Lord Voldemort has 'unofficially' taken over the wizarding world of Britain and the prophecy has never been discovered, but Harry Potter is still isolated and alone, things are bound to get interesting. Why is Harry Potter all alone in an insignificant and secluded town of Godric's Hollow even after his graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? SLASH; HP/LV

Chapter 1; Who are you?

It was a cloudy and damp night for the wizarding world.

While few wizards and witches ran about in a hurry before the rainfall, one dark cloaked figure eased through the way amongst the chilly breeze of Autumn.
Despite the sudden drops of rain, this particular figure seemed to be in an airily light mood as the figure emitted a soft melodious hum that oddly resembled of 'I'm singing in the Rain' by Gene Kelly.

As the evening shaded darker and the rain droplets fell heavier, the figure stopped at the moment to pick up a damp Daily Prophet littered on the street of Diagon Alley. The bold letters stood out as the headline for the day.

MINISTER MALFOY PURSUES TREATY WITH VAMPIRES!
Announced Minister Malfoy today, stating the Ministry under Lord Voldemort will not tolerate further raids and attacks from Vampires towards wizarding Britain. Will this turn out to be a fortunate or rather an unfortunate pursuit?

The figure gazed down at the mobile picture that flashed brightly every second along with bustling movements of journalists and reporters holding big cameras. On the center of the picture, Lucius Malfoy stood calmly talking in the middle of chaos and havoc of journalists and reporters.

The dark-cloaked figure, now drenched in rain, no longer hummed as the it tucked the Prophet away after murmuring a soft drying charm. The figure proceeded along the street until it reached the door of Leaky Cauldron. The Leaky Cauldron was at the brink of closing for the day. The figure exited out towards the shady Muggle Street of London.

The figure continued down the street and turned around towards a secluded corner when a sharp noise of apparition rang throughout the abandoned and silent alley.

Two bodies collided and crashed down on to the dirty street floor. The dark-cloaked figure muffled a groan as a seemingly taller and heavier body pressed on top with the stranger's shoulder covering the mouth. Due to their collision, the dark-cloaked figure's hood fell on the ground behind the figure's head and revealed two shockingly vivid but supple verdant eyes plastered on the pale flawless skin and below a soft black mop of a hair.

He tried to sit up but failed as the body on top of him had no intentions of removing him or herself.
Recovering from the sudden fall, he slightly shook the hooded head that lay just a bit above the his head. Unable to retrieve any response, his hand unknowingly traveled down to touch a hot liquid substance that caked the body's backside and momentarily froze.

It wasn't long before the two figures disappeared from the empty alley that echoed the sound of their apparition.

Lord Voldemort was not having a good day. From the morning of his awake, he had an impeccable migraine that left his mood less than desired.

Just yesterday, Lucius Malfoy, his appointed Minister for Magic, announced his half-formed plan to calm the outrages upon the attacks from the people. He had worked non-stop these days over the constant raids and attacks from the vampires which he no longer can dismiss them as mild rebellions. The migraines grew over time and his patience wore thin.

It has been more than a decade since Lord Voldemort's seize of control.
While Lucius Malfoy was the Minister for Magic, he was the practical ruler of the wizarding world of Britain and he made sure everyone was aware of who their real leader was.

Despite people's terror and worry at the beginning of his reign, things have never been better for the wizarding world. Crime rates were the lowest among decades, corruption within the Ministry was mostly wiped out, laws were suited to serve all kinds and types of wizards, witches, and magical creatures, and wealth was prosperously distributed and traded amongst people. Wizarding world of Britain scored high amongst the ranks of developed country under the reign of Lord Voldemort.

People sought out for this ruling so much that their high opinions did not diminish at the fact that Lord Voldemort had planted his men all over the country from education to politics. The man was in control of everything that was going on within his country and had no intentions of being lazy when it came to leading and controlling a nation properly.

He stood in front of the mirror to check on his flawless appearance. He didn't allow any creases or wrinkles on his robes and always appeared to be perfect even if he was not going anywhere except his office.
The mirror reflected a tall strong figure that held himself with grace and confidence; the body was covered in black robes and travel cloak, pale but healthy skin glowed within the rigid and well-defined features, nightly black hair was neatly smoothed back without a single strand of disarranged hair, high aristocratic cheekbones, tall aquiline nose, and ruby-red eyes formed the aesthetic man with regal charisma and irresistible charm. The man looked no older than early thirties or perhaps late twenties.

Despite his perfection, no one ever saw the man or rather no one knew who he was. Not a single nosy journalist was able to find out who the dark lord was because he was extremely specific about his secrecy within the wizarding world that was only privy to the inner circle of his followers, previously and currently called the Death Eaters.

Just then, a sharp knock from the double door rapped. Without looking away, "Enter," said the Dark Lord.

After a mere second, the door opened and a blond-haired man with an aristocratic atmosphere walked in to find his lord in a travel cloak. Not expecting this scene, Lucius Malfoy inclined his head as to show reverent greeting and proceeded to inquire his curiosity.

"My lord, I was not aware you will head outside today." spoke Lucius. The dark lord seemed nonchalant of Lucius's obvious deduction and continued to check for flaws before he deemed it as acceptable and turned to Lucius. Ruby-red eyes bore into Lucius's sky-blue eyes, hardened with tiresome workloads at the Ministry including yesterday's press conference.

"Yes. I deemed it necessary," That was the only answer Lucius received from the Dark Lord about his subtle inquiry and soon, he remained quiet as to find out why his lord had summoned him to his office. After a moment, he continued "Lucius. I expect nothing to be in disarray during my absence. Is that clear?"

A sudden sharp and painful throb of his everlasting migraine struck him and he abruptly closed his eyes and placed his fingers on his temple. At that gesture, Lucius hurried to respond and reached out as to ask for his lord's health in alarm but the omniscient Lord Voldemort merely raised his unoccupied hand at the Minster without opening his strained eyes. "Of course, My lord" knowing what his lord wanted to hear, Lucius swiftly answered but continued to eye him with worry. Voldemort brushed it off as unnecessary concern and held his yew-wand in his hand, ready to apparate away from his office.

A thought suddenly enlightened Lucius. "Might I ask how long will you be gone?" asked Lucius before Voldemort concentrated to apparate. The Dark Lord contemplated on the question for the moment and answered, "I'm hoping it won't take long but few days are given" Then the Dark Lord was gone with a menacing sharp crack.

Perhaps this was not the best of his plan. Prolonged migraine left his decision-making skills less than desired but he was not a man to go back on his decision. It stung his pride of always making the right choice. Sighing inwardly, the Dark Lord quietly strode on the dark abandoned road that was known as a sanctuary for vampires.
Growing tired of their raids and attacks, he decided to give them a visit himself to warn his thinning patience.

If wizards had wands and potions, Vampires had inhumane physical abilities such as speed, strength, and appetite.

Yes, this was definitely not one of Voldemort's brightest plan.

"What have we here," sneered a dark figure hidden in the shadows. Everything went still before the Dark Lord turned his hooded gaze on the shadow. The unusual ruby-red eyes seemed to spark some curiosity as hidden vampire glided out, circling the dark lord. Can't they be more cliché, thought Lord Voldemort.

"What brings you here, wizard? Surely, you're not stupid enough to think you can come and go as you please?" The one behind him snorted out loud and the Dark Lord hid is aura so they won't be able to assume how capable he was. Another disadvantage was that Vampires had the ability to see through one's magical cord to assume one's ability. He hadn't came completely unprepared.

"Your constant petty tantrums tire me greatly," said the Dark Lord. His cold and composed voice lingered around and soon, inhumane hisses resounded. "I suggest you stop this meaningless and childish tantrums before you face irreversible consequences." said the Dark Lord. Surprisingly at that, one of the vampires struck forward. Always prepared, the Dark Lord raised his wand and quietly chanted a spell which followed by a painful scream of the foolish vampire who dared to attack him.

Voldemort started to question the Vampires' ability to suppress their urges in his mind when all of them proceeded to attack him. Perhaps, hurting the young one was not a smart choice since he was outnumbered and he needed them to conform some type of treaty with the Ministry. His safety was compromised as time dragged on. Colorful but menacing spells were thrown everywhere with a frightening speed that can be compared to those of the vampires.

However, he was not always protected and could not rely on the wards to securely stay up since the vampires sought to destroy it. He let out a short grunt when he back was slashed across, drawing far too much blood for his liking.

"Don't you dare think you can get away with this, wizard! This isn't over, yet!" a particular vicious threat rang among the blood-soaked atmosphere. Despite his loss of concentration and pain, the Dark Lord smirked at the vampire's pathetically desperate attempt to regain his posture surrounded by his fallen co-conspirators on the ground.

"Is that so?" hissed Voldemort. "It will take much more than this to convince me." A vivid green spell shot forward and at the same time, a sharp crack was heard and silence embraced the blood-soaking area, reeking of devastation.

Lord Voldemort cursed himself as he apparated and knew exactly where he would land on. By a coincidence, he collided and crashed on top of a shorter hooded figure. Before he blamed his migraine and serious lack of decision, everything went black.

The man was the most beautiful and regal looking man he ever saw in his short two decade life. The man was sleeping on his bed, as he found no other alternative. He just hoped that the man wouldn't mind.

Verdant green eyes traveled from the man's face to the half-naked body that was covered in bandages and healing salves he had received as a gift from his friend, Cedric Diggory. He and Cedric became friends when he helped him on the second task of Tri-Wizard Tournament. The air-bubble did wonders in the water and being a Hufflepuff he is, Cedric expressed his gratitude, which formed as a mutual friendship between the two.

Back to focusing on the man on his bed, the young verdant-eyed man wondered if he should seek help for Hermione and Ron, but quickly dispelled the idea since they would definitely be disapproving his choice to bring a stranger into his house who apparated in a secluded corner of Muggle London with a horrendous injury here and there on the body.
Being soft-hearted did not bode well with his decision-making skills. He couldn't leave the unconscious injured man on the dangerous muggle street, despite the man appeared to be more dangerous than the street. He apparated both of them to his house on Godric's Hollow where his deceased parents had left for him to claim when of age. The house was the first thing he claimed when he graduated from Hogwarts.

His parents died when he was only 5-years-old. By that time, he remembered that magic existed and his doting parents were always kind to him in this very house. Unfortunately for him, that could not last long as his parents were casualties of the raging war of Lord Voldemort. He was sent to the Dursleys, who were his only relative left, as the Ministry saw fit to send a magical child away from the wizarding war to an unaware muggle-household that despised him. Even when the war was over, he was sent to the Dursleys.
Perhaps his traumatic childhood filled with undernourishment, harsh punishments and unfair treatment have affected him despite his friends' efforts to comfort and offer him real friendships and sense-of-belonging. He lived alone in an empty house that was abandoned for several years on a secluded and insignificant town, shying away from people and society.

He rarely had anyone sleeping over in his usually dull and empty house except for his friends. The man was a complete stranger and it made him feel less lonely.

He had a hard time dragging the man to the closest room which happened to be his bedroom and healing the man to the best of his abilities. Looking at the peaceful look on the man's features and clean bandages, he prided himself for doing a decent job on them. He didn't know what possibly caused the vicious gash on the backside along with multiple cuts and bruises on the body, but he was not going to delve into that information. However, he assumed some animals have attacked the man.

He looked out the window to see a bright sunny day compared to yesterday's horrible weather. Thinking if he should have gone out today than yesterday, he swiftly dismissed the thought since he would not have found this man and treated him. Merlin knows what would have happened to the man if he had not been there coincidentally.

He stood up and exited his room.

The Dark Lord opened his eyes as soon as he gained consciousness. Feeling drowsy and pained, a frown creased on his perfect but distressed features. A sudden rush of dizziness prevented him from sitting up.
He looked around to room to find various personal objects and warm decor that contradicted his home. Sunlight was gaping through the thin wine-colored curtains and he squinted in annoyance as it hindered his sights with its brightness.

Cursing at his vulnerable state, he found himself ridiculously wrapped around multiple times with white bandages and covered with slippery healing salve. He got up to a sitting position to search for his wand when soft footsteps resounded and soon, revealed a young man with vivid green eyes.

"Oh, no no- You shouldn't strain yourself like that!" said the boy as he rushed to his side and placed a hand on his chest to push him down to the sunken bed. He merely raised an eyebrow and refused to move.

"Where is my wand?" asked Voldemort as he studied the boy. His black mob of a hair softly adorned his pale skinned face, green eyes that has been noticed were garnished with long lashes, a celestial nose stood out above a full red and pink lips. Yes, the boy was a beauty and an uncommon beauty at that but he would be a fool if he lowered his guard down.

The boy blinked his big eyes a few times before registering what he had said in a husky and un-rehearsed voice. "It's safely tucked away, don't worry. I also had your cloak and robes washed," the boy dared to smile at him.

"And where am I?" hissed the dark lord as his migraines suddenly returned upon his return to the land of living. If the boy had noticed his sharp expression of pain, he did not comment anything about it.

"My house. I don't know if you remember me, but you crashed into me and fell unconscious, so I apparated both of us here" said the boy as to remind him of his pathetic moment of failure. Trust the boy to double his migraine, thought Voldemort.

The boy sat on the chair next to his bedside and curiously gazed at the dark lord. He tried to ignore the stares as he took in his surroundings and situations. When he asked a question, the boy dutifully answered without further comments and he granted him few points at that.
Apparently, he was unconscious only for a day and had told no one of his presence. He also gave him some more credits when he found out that the boy was responsible for healing him thoroughly and to best of his abilities. His inner comment that he could have received better treatments at his manor was left nonvocal.

It was to his surprise when the boy suddenly stood up and placed his fingers on his temple and slowly massaged it.

"May I ask, what are you doing?" hissed the Dark Lord but the boy dismissed his obvious distaste and continued to soothe his migraine. "I'm trying to relieve your migraine, if that wasn't obvious to you," chirped the impudent boy. He could have cursed him but he let the boy be as his migraine miraculously faded to a nothing. How he have missed the feeling of being completely at ease without those hateful headaches.
He noticed that everything about the verdant eyed boy seemed soft, supple, and delicate. The complete opposite of what he is.

"What is your name?" asked Voldemort. He wasn't expecting that to smoothly roll out of his mouth when the boy sat back down, knowing the migraine in his head was gone.

"Harry Potter. And who are you?" asked Harry Potter, tilting his head slightly to the side. The boy was softly smiling at him and expecting an answer from him. Before he knew it and curse himself to oblivion, he opened his mouth and answered.

"Tom Riddle"

"Hello, Tom. Just so you know, you're not getting your wand back until you fully recover" said the boy as he exited the room, leaving behind a wide-eyed and soon-will-be-seething Dark Lord behind alone.

He take back any credits that he has given the boy.

A.N: I actually put a lot of efforts in this story so it will be a great motivation for me if you review it. I may answer those reviews in gratitude and honor and will most definitely post up the next chapter faster or sooner, which ever you like it.

NEXT CHAPTER: The Dark Lord continues to be held captive by one Harry Potter. Harry has no idea who he is dealing with nor does he care too much. The Dark Lord eerily finds comfort and relaxation around Harry and the feeling seems mutual for Harry too. However, even fate knows this cannot last long.