Harry was flung up and down in the air as Voldemort shouted “Crucio!” with delight. There was no pain, no terrible crushing pain, Voldemort’s spells were useless.
The pale, snake-faced Lord ordered Hagrid to carry Harry’s body; Harry felt Hagrid’s sobs making his whole frame shudder. Voldemort stepped lightly over the twigs and leaves on the forest floor, over to where Harry lay as if dead. He brushed the messy fringe from Harry’s face, ran an idle finger down the heartbreaking jawline; softly pressed the full, pink lips that had spoken so harshly to him a moment ago. So young.
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July 16, 2010
July 02, 2008
Harry/Voldemort Drabble #1
“Voldemort may know of the connection between your minds, Harry.” Dumbledore had warned, but still he took no heed. If He Who Must Not Be Named knew, this was worth it.
Harry lay back in his four poster bed, sweat dripping down his naked, writhing body. His palms gripped the sheets feverishly as the feeling rose again, spread all through his body and intensified at his very core, before erupting out of him and all over his chest and stomach.
Voldemort, hidden away in the Malfoy’s house, shuddered in his chair - a soft smile playing on his wet lips.
Harry lay back in his four poster bed, sweat dripping down his naked, writhing body. His palms gripped the sheets feverishly as the feeling rose again, spread all through his body and intensified at his very core, before erupting out of him and all over his chest and stomach.
Voldemort, hidden away in the Malfoy’s house, shuddered in his chair - a soft smile playing on his wet lips.
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