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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.). This also has mentions of child abuse. Perhaps a bit mild…
Disclaim Her: *empties her pockets and watches as nothing but lint falls to the ground* Damn. Guess I don’t own Harry Potter after all. And it was such a nice dream… *sighs*
A/N:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
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Chapter 11
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Voldemort glared at Wormtail as the man blubbered on about something that made no sense to him. An owl that glided down to him knocked him out of his slight daze, although, he’d never admit he’d been in a daze. He took the letter and blinked at the front for a long moment. It was addressed to “Lord Voldemort, Evil Unknown Place” and came from “Ginevra Weasley, The Burrow”.
I’ve been having far too much contact with Weasleys, of late. Harry’s been rubbing off on me again.
“Wormtail,” he said in a silky voice as he slid a finger under the flap to open the envelope.
“Yes, M-master?”
“I’d suggest you leave before you really annoy me.”
Wormtail’s eyes widened and he bowed himself from the room rather quickly.
Voldemort chuckled coldly and let his scarlet gaze slide over the parchment he’d pulled from the envelope.
‘Dear Voldemort,
‘Surprising as it is, I hope this letter finds you in good health. I also hope you don’t expect me to suddenly join your side, as that would be futile.
‘Perhaps you will remember me? Or have heard of me? I’m the little girl who opened the Chamber because of your diary. Because of this, I don’t think you’re really all that evil, and Harry knows this. He told me about your strange friendship. I’m rather glad it’s worked out. Perhaps I may help some?
‘Harry entrusted me with a secret, that he should have known I’d never keep, that I think you’d be rather amused to learn about. However, as this is Harry we’re talking about, I’d like to make sure you won’t hurt him if I tell you this secret. I’m sure you can understand.
‘If you’ll give me your word as the Heir of Slytherin that you’ll not use Harry’s secret against him in any way, shape, or form, I’ll gladly tell you.
‘Sincerely,
‘Gin Weasley’
Voldemort felt a smile curl his lips at one side. The young lady certainly had a Gryffindor’s courage.
“Wormtail!” he shouted. “Get me a quill, parchment, and an envelope! NOW!”
The Dark Lord smirked as he thought upon his reply.
-~*~-
“Ginny!” Ron stormed into the youngest Weasley’s room, looking both furious and terrified. He held a letter in one hand.
“Ron? What’s wrong?”
“What is the meaning of this?!” Ron shouted, waving the letter before her face.
Ginny snatched it from his hand and blinked at it, her mind working quickly. “It’s from Harry. Our little joke, you know,” she offered her brother with an innocent smile as she slid the letter from the Dark Lord under the summer work she’d been busy with.
“A joke?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Fine.” Ron turned and stormed back out of the room.
Ginny quickly scribbled out a letter to Harry, warning him that she was writing to Tom and that she’d told Ron it was him. She threatened to tell her brother about who Harry was meeting with if he didn’t cover her on this one. She quickly sent off the letter with Pig before grabbing her own owl, Celer, and hurrying back up to her room.
She sat and opened the letter from Voldemort, after locking her door and settling a chair against it, then started to read.
‘Dear Ginevra,
‘I have decided that I’ve been having too much contact with you Weasleys of late. I blame Mr. Potter.
‘So, the Boy-Who-Lived has a secret? What else is new. However, you’ve managed to grab my interest. I shall refrain from using said information against Mr. Harry J. Potter at any given time, even if it is a joke. This I swear upon my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin. You have my word.
‘Voldemort
‘P.S. – Ah, it is too bad you won’t join me. I’ve heard such good things about you! Such a shame.’
Ginny smirked and got up to pen a reply.
-~*~-
Voldemort tugged the letter off the owl’s leg absent-mindedly as he listened to Lucius give a report on another raid.
“You failed. Again,” was the Dark Lord’s annoyed response as Lucius fell silent.
“There were more casualties on their side, My Lord,” Lucius replied swiftly.
Voldemort glanced down and noticed the quickly scrawled ‘I’d read this alone, if I were you’ across the top of the parchment. He narrowed his eyes at Lucius as he stood. “You are lucky, Lucius, that this letter demands my immediate attention. Don't fail me again, or you will not survive,” the Dark Lord warned icily before sweeping from the room, Ginny’s owl perched on his shoulder.
The Death Eaters let out a collective sigh of relief before quickly disapparating.
-~*~-
Voldemort settled at his desk with a glass of water and the letter from Ginny.
‘Dear Voldemort,
‘I’m sure very few of these things you’ve heard are true. Unless Harry told you, of course.
‘Harry’s big secret is that he fancies you–‘
Voldemort dropped the letter in shock, eyes wide. “What?!”
:Tom? Is something wrong?: Nagini enquired, slithering into sight.
:I’m…not sure…:
:Tom?:
:Miss Weasley says Harry…fancies me…:
:Perhaps he does.: Nagini sighed. :It would be nice to see you happy, you know.:
:Nagini…:
:It would! Admit it. You fancy him too. Harry’s all you talk about.:
:I’m at least fifty years older than him!:
Nagini offered nothing more than a snake-snort.
:You don’t think that’s valid.: The Dark Lord sighed helplessly.
:Do you fancy him?:
:I don’t know! I don’t understand what I’m feeling! It’s not that I’m possessive, and I no longer hate him! I don’t know what I’m feeling, Nagini!: Voldemort hissed angrily, frustrated.
:Temper,: Nagini warned. The red eyes of her human companion merely narrowed farther. :If you do not fancy him, or even love him, it is merely that you have found a friend, a human friend, at last. Either way, I am happy for you. You are happy.:
:You. Are. Not. Helping.:
:It’s not my job to ‘help’, Tom. It’s my job to make sense. You need to help yourself, this time. Go talk to Harry,: Nagini shot back evenly. It was near impossible to get the snake to lose her temper, unless her human was in danger.
:No.:
:Then suffer alone.: The snake sighed before sliding back out of the room the same way she came in.
Voldemort groaned and looked back down at the letter.
‘Harry’s big secret is that he fancies you. He’s afraid you’ll never talk to him again if you find out, though. As Harry’s surrogate little sister, I ask that you not stop talking to him over this. If you do, I might just hunt you down myself.
‘No matter what, you two appear to be good for one another. Harry hasn’t been this happy since before Sirius died. His smile hasn’t reached his eyes in so long…
‘Sincerely,
‘Gin’
The feared Dark Lord rubbed at his eyes warily. “Why me?”
-~*~-
Ginny smiled as Pig flew in through her open window. One look at the reply from Harry told her he was sticking with the game. She gave Pig a treat and sent him back off to annoy the other owls and opened his letter.
‘Gin,
‘Oh, you live to give me heart attacks! If Tom kills me, I’ll kill you! Merlin, girl!
‘If Ron asks, I’ll tell him we’re just playing around, yes. Wouldn’t want my secrets spilled to my best friend, now would I? Brat.
‘Harry
‘A.K.A. – Doomed to Die Young’
Ginny sniggered. She was about to start a reply when Ron popped his head into her room.
“Ginny? Mum says you need to help with dinner.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
“I was about to write back to Harry!”
“You’ve been writing to him too much. Give it a rest. One might think you’ve got another crush on him!”
“Ronald Weasley!” Ginny turned and glared at her brother. “That’s the–“ She paused, thought it over, then made herself start to blush before quickly turning back around and stuffing the letter from Harry into a pocket. “I’ll be down shortly.”
Ron gave a triumphant smile at his sister’s back before skipping back downstairs.
Ginny smirked to herself and wrote a quick reply to Harry.
‘DtDY,
‘Ron thinks I have another crush on you because I’ve been writing you so much. If Tom likes you back, we might just have a cover for a relationship between you two, you know.
‘Much love,
‘Gin’
Ginny addressed the letter and hurried downstairs to send it off before going to help her mum. I hope Tom does like Harry! Don’t let this all be for nothing!
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Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.). This also has mentions of child abuse. Perhaps a bit mild…
Disclaim Her: *empties her pockets and watches as nothing but lint falls to the ground* Damn. Guess I don’t own Harry Potter after all. And it was such a nice dream… *sighs*
A/N:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
Chapter 11
=========================================
Voldemort glared at Wormtail as the man blubbered on about something that made no sense to him. An owl that glided down to him knocked him out of his slight daze, although, he’d never admit he’d been in a daze. He took the letter and blinked at the front for a long moment. It was addressed to “Lord Voldemort, Evil Unknown Place” and came from “Ginevra Weasley, The Burrow”.
I’ve been having far too much contact with Weasleys, of late. Harry’s been rubbing off on me again.
“Wormtail,” he said in a silky voice as he slid a finger under the flap to open the envelope.
“Yes, M-master?”
“I’d suggest you leave before you really annoy me.”
Wormtail’s eyes widened and he bowed himself from the room rather quickly.
Voldemort chuckled coldly and let his scarlet gaze slide over the parchment he’d pulled from the envelope.
‘Dear Voldemort,
‘Surprising as it is, I hope this letter finds you in good health. I also hope you don’t expect me to suddenly join your side, as that would be futile.
‘Perhaps you will remember me? Or have heard of me? I’m the little girl who opened the Chamber because of your diary. Because of this, I don’t think you’re really all that evil, and Harry knows this. He told me about your strange friendship. I’m rather glad it’s worked out. Perhaps I may help some?
‘Harry entrusted me with a secret, that he should have known I’d never keep, that I think you’d be rather amused to learn about. However, as this is Harry we’re talking about, I’d like to make sure you won’t hurt him if I tell you this secret. I’m sure you can understand.
‘If you’ll give me your word as the Heir of Slytherin that you’ll not use Harry’s secret against him in any way, shape, or form, I’ll gladly tell you.
‘Gin Weasley’
Voldemort felt a smile curl his lips at one side. The young lady certainly had a Gryffindor’s courage.
“Wormtail!” he shouted. “Get me a quill, parchment, and an envelope! NOW!”
The Dark Lord smirked as he thought upon his reply.
“Ginny!” Ron stormed into the youngest Weasley’s room, looking both furious and terrified. He held a letter in one hand.
“Ron? What’s wrong?”
“What is the meaning of this?!” Ron shouted, waving the letter before her face.
Ginny snatched it from his hand and blinked at it, her mind working quickly. “It’s from Harry. Our little joke, you know,” she offered her brother with an innocent smile as she slid the letter from the Dark Lord under the summer work she’d been busy with.
“A joke?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Fine.” Ron turned and stormed back out of the room.
Ginny quickly scribbled out a letter to Harry, warning him that she was writing to Tom and that she’d told Ron it was him. She threatened to tell her brother about who Harry was meeting with if he didn’t cover her on this one. She quickly sent off the letter with Pig before grabbing her own owl, Celer, and hurrying back up to her room.
She sat and opened the letter from Voldemort, after locking her door and settling a chair against it, then started to read.
‘Dear Ginevra,
‘I have decided that I’ve been having too much contact with you Weasleys of late. I blame Mr. Potter.
‘So, the Boy-Who-Lived has a secret? What else is new. However, you’ve managed to grab my interest. I shall refrain from using said information against Mr. Harry J. Potter at any given time, even if it is a joke. This I swear upon my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin. You have my word.
‘P.S. – Ah, it is too bad you won’t join me. I’ve heard such good things about you! Such a shame.’
Ginny smirked and got up to pen a reply.
Voldemort tugged the letter off the owl’s leg absent-mindedly as he listened to Lucius give a report on another raid.
“You failed. Again,” was the Dark Lord’s annoyed response as Lucius fell silent.
“There were more casualties on their side, My Lord,” Lucius replied swiftly.
Voldemort glanced down and noticed the quickly scrawled ‘I’d read this alone, if I were you’ across the top of the parchment. He narrowed his eyes at Lucius as he stood. “You are lucky, Lucius, that this letter demands my immediate attention. Don't fail me again, or you will not survive,” the Dark Lord warned icily before sweeping from the room, Ginny’s owl perched on his shoulder.
The Death Eaters let out a collective sigh of relief before quickly disapparating.
Voldemort settled at his desk with a glass of water and the letter from Ginny.
‘Dear Voldemort,
‘I’m sure very few of these things you’ve heard are true. Unless Harry told you, of course.
‘Harry’s big secret is that he fancies you–‘
Voldemort dropped the letter in shock, eyes wide. “What?!”
:Tom? Is something wrong?: Nagini enquired, slithering into sight.
:I’m…not sure…:
:Tom?:
:Miss Weasley says Harry…fancies me…:
:Perhaps he does.: Nagini sighed. :It would be nice to see you happy, you know.:
:Nagini…:
:It would! Admit it. You fancy him too. Harry’s all you talk about.:
:I’m at least fifty years older than him!:
Nagini offered nothing more than a snake-snort.
:You don’t think that’s valid.: The Dark Lord sighed helplessly.
:Do you fancy him?:
:I don’t know! I don’t understand what I’m feeling! It’s not that I’m possessive, and I no longer hate him! I don’t know what I’m feeling, Nagini!: Voldemort hissed angrily, frustrated.
:Temper,: Nagini warned. The red eyes of her human companion merely narrowed farther. :If you do not fancy him, or even love him, it is merely that you have found a friend, a human friend, at last. Either way, I am happy for you. You are happy.:
:You. Are. Not. Helping.:
:It’s not my job to ‘help’, Tom. It’s my job to make sense. You need to help yourself, this time. Go talk to Harry,: Nagini shot back evenly. It was near impossible to get the snake to lose her temper, unless her human was in danger.
:No.:
:Then suffer alone.: The snake sighed before sliding back out of the room the same way she came in.
Voldemort groaned and looked back down at the letter.
‘Harry’s big secret is that he fancies you. He’s afraid you’ll never talk to him again if you find out, though. As Harry’s surrogate little sister, I ask that you not stop talking to him over this. If you do, I might just hunt you down myself.
‘No matter what, you two appear to be good for one another. Harry hasn’t been this happy since before Sirius died. His smile hasn’t reached his eyes in so long…
‘Gin’
The feared Dark Lord rubbed at his eyes warily. “Why me?”
Ginny smiled as Pig flew in through her open window. One look at the reply from Harry told her he was sticking with the game. She gave Pig a treat and sent him back off to annoy the other owls and opened his letter.
‘Gin,
‘Oh, you live to give me heart attacks! If Tom kills me, I’ll kill you! Merlin, girl!
‘If Ron asks, I’ll tell him we’re just playing around, yes. Wouldn’t want my secrets spilled to my best friend, now would I? Brat.
‘A.K.A. – Doomed to Die Young’
Ginny sniggered. She was about to start a reply when Ron popped his head into her room.
“Ginny? Mum says you need to help with dinner.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
“I was about to write back to Harry!”
“You’ve been writing to him too much. Give it a rest. One might think you’ve got another crush on him!”
“Ronald Weasley!” Ginny turned and glared at her brother. “That’s the–“ She paused, thought it over, then made herself start to blush before quickly turning back around and stuffing the letter from Harry into a pocket. “I’ll be down shortly.”
Ron gave a triumphant smile at his sister’s back before skipping back downstairs.
Ginny smirked to herself and wrote a quick reply to Harry.
‘DtDY,
‘Ron thinks I have another crush on you because I’ve been writing you so much. If Tom likes you back, we might just have a cover for a relationship between you two, you know.
‘Gin’
Ginny addressed the letter and hurried downstairs to send it off before going to help her mum. I hope Tom does like Harry! Don’t let this all be for nothing!
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
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