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Chapter Two: In the Dark Lord's Own Words



"And so my loyal servants return," Voldemort said, mostly to himself, as black robed and hooded, white masked wizards and witches started to arrive. Harry wasn't sure if his lord was being sarcastic or not.


:Loyal, my lord?: he asked incredulously in Parseltongue, :they denied you and bought their way out of the so-called justice. Can you really trust them, my lord?:


:Trust them? Of course not. I am no fool,: Voldemort said while sending a evil glare at him. Harry was not worried, his master's glares were always evil. :And don't question my judgment, Harry.:


:I'm sorry, my lord,: Harry said quickly, not wanting to rise his master's ire, but he couldn't stop himself from adding, :I will try to remember that next time.:


The Dark Lord glared him bit more evilly, but didnt say anything. It was probably because the air was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Most of the remaining Inner Circle had arrived. They formed a circle around Harry, Voldemort and Wormtail.


Harry could sense their disbelief. He snarled behind his mask as anger surged in him. They hadn't expected or awaited Lord Voldemort's return. When He fell they denied him and lied their way out of prison. Dishonourable scum! He could see them watching him curiously. They couldn't see his face for the silver mask he was wearing. It would be interesting to see their reactions when he would bare his face.


Then one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled towards Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes, as he murmured, "master... master."


The Death Eaters around them did the same; each of them approaching Voldemort on their knees, and kissing his robes, before backing away, reforming the circle. Harry couldn't really understand them. They always threw away their dignity and grovelled in front of the Dark Lord, but had no true loyalty towards him. Nevertheless, it was ...interesting... to watch.


:That was quite amusing, my lord,: Harry hissed in Parseltonque, :seeing a bunch of rich, powerful and arrogant purebloods grovelling before you.:


He smiled behind his mask. Some of the Death Eaters where shivering when they heard him speaking Parseltonque. Bad memories, perhaps?


:Indeed,: Voldemort whispered softly. :You must show them their proper place.:


Harry chuckled at that. This was going to be so fun.


"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years... thirteen years since last we met. Yet you answer my call as though it was yesterday... we are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?"


Harry watched as Voldemort put back his terrible face and sniffed, his slit-like nostrils widening. "I smell quilt," he said. "There is a stench of quilt upon the air." It was bit clichéd, but appeared to have the desired effect.


A shiver ran through the circle. Harry's smile grew more evil, as he was itching to cast the Cruciatus curse. The command could come every second now. He just hoped it would come sooner rather than later.


"I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact. And I ask myself... why did my Inner Circle never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore eternal loyalty?"


Death Eaters were now sweating heavily behind their masks, their feet shifting embarrassed manner. Harry was enjoying their discomfort, they deserved much worse.


"And I answer myself," whispered the Dark Lord, "they thought I would not rise again?"


It was Harry who answered His rhetorical question, "Perhaps they believed a still-greater power could exist, one that could vanquish even Lord Voldemort?"


One of the Death Eaters suddenly flung herself forwards. breaking the circle. Trembling from head to foot, she collapsed, at Voldemort's feet.


"Master," she shrieked. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"


The Dark Lord started to laugh his high, cold laugh. After few seconds he stopped, still clearly amused. :Harry,: he hissed softly.


Ah, here it is, Harry thought as he lifted his wand. "Crucio." A heartbeat later, the witch fell down, her body convulsing violently, as her screams echoed in the graveyard.


After little less than a minute, the Dark Lord nodded, and Harry reluctantly released his curse.


"Get up, Wood!" Voldemort snarled. "You want forgiveness? I want thirteen years' repayment before I forgive! Now, stand up and get back to the circle."


There was a moment of silence. Then one of the Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy, Harry presumed, stepped forward, and spoke under his mask, "Master, we crave to know... we beg you to tell us... how have you achieved this ...miracle... how you managed to return to us..."


"Ah, what a story it is, Lucius," said Voldemort. "And it begins... and ends... with my young protégé here," the Dark Lord continued as he put his hands on Harry's shoulders. :Take off your mask.:


Harry smirked behind his mask. He slowly lowered his hood and reached for his silver mask. There were multiple gasps of surprise as the Boy Who Lived bared his smirking face to his fellow Death Eaters, who had had no idea that he was one of them. Harry would have paid to see their unmasked faces at that moment. They were completely flabbergasted. It was absolutely hilarious. And it felt relieving to finally show his true colours.


"Pettigrew will join the Inner Circle," Voldemort said. "And young Harry here, will be taking his rightful place as my lieutenant and protégé."


Harry was chuckling to himself as all Death Eaters had been stunned into a silence. They were probably already planning how to eliminate him. But they would be in for a surprise if they thought him as an ignorant schoolboy. He had already made plans how to eliminate anyone of them if they tried to get him.


"These two, alongside with Barty Crouch Jr., are the ones to thank for my resurrection," said Lord Voldemort. "No friend ever served me, and no enemy ever wronged me, whom I have not repaid in full." Few of the Death Eaters shuddered as the greatest Dark Lord in century glared at them.


Voldemort took a deep breath before continuing, "Harry, you are now allowed to do what you have wanted for years."


Harry's eyes lit up and he bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, my lord." With those words he donned his silver mask again and Disapparated without any further ado.


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Less than a second later he reappeared on Privet Drive. He was finally getting his revenge against his filthy... no, annoyingly clean relatives.


For years they had made his life miserable. He had always hated the fact that he had to live with his aunt and uncle. They had been so cold to him, so unfair. Of course, now he didn't really care what they thought about him anymore, their opinions were meaningless after all. What he was bitter about wasn't the outrageous things they had been thinking about him, but how they had dared to treat him.


His bloated, filthy muggle cousin had had everything he wanted. Everything!


But to him, they had given nothing! His all clothes had been old, tattered and overly large hand-me-downs, he had had no toys... or actually he had had no earthly possessions at all. And worst of all he had been forced to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, when his cousin had had TWO rooms. Dudley most definitely hadn't done anything to deserve the gifts he was constantly presented with. He was nothing more than an idiotic bully.


Luckily things had changed for better when he re-entered his world, the wizarding world, and claimed his heritage, but he still hasn't forgot... or forgiven.


They had ridiculed, slandered and abused him. Today he would get his revenge! His hand tightened painfully around his holly wand and few blood red sparkles escaped the wand tip. It was a pity that muggle hunting wasn't legal anymore. If it had been, he would have done this ages ago.


Harry looked at the wooden door front of him. He lifted his hand, and knocked three times. There was no reason to be impolite after all.


About a half-minute later, aunt Petunia opened the door. Harry promptly greeted her with an Entrails-Expelling curse. She fell down with a blood curling scream, breaking into pained sobs and collapsing on the floor, her bloody innards lying randomly on the floor next to her.


Harry chuckled evilly. It was a pity that he would have to be swift as Aurors will be here in minutes. He had no time to play.


He stepped in over his dying aunt, kicking her hard to her face and smashing some of her innards under his heels in the process, and saw Vernon rushing into the lobby. Harry grinned. He was sparing him of the trouble finding him. Probably the first useful thing he has done in his miserable life. Harry's lips formed into a sadistic smile as he pointed his wand's business end towards the fat idiot. "Infurnacio!"


White hot flames surged out of his wand tip engulfing his uncle in fiery death and setting the wall behind him in flames. Vernon's burning body hit the floor soft thud. For a second he regretted killing his uncle as his burning remains smelled even worse than he usually did. Now, where's Dudley? Well, never mind... "Accio Dudley."


Some inarticulate yelling and few loud crashes later his bloated cousin zoomed from upstairs, dropping into his feet, where he begun screaming obscenities. By God he's loud!


"Hello Dudley," Harry said conversationally, before pointing his wand at his cousin. "How do you prefer to die?" His cousin looked at him, and temporary shut his trap, a fact which Harry was eternally grateful, but then he opened it again...


"You... you FREAK! You cannot use magic here! They will expel you from that freaky school of yours!"


"Well, Dudley," Harry said with a sinister smile, motioning the scene around them with his wand. "The restriction of underage sorcery is quite a moot point after killing your parents, don't you agree?"


His mouth dropped wide open. "Wh- What!"


"Crucio," Harry whispered before the reality had sunk through his cousins thick skull, causing Dudley's swollen body to fall gracelessly to the floor with a thump. His pained screams filled the house as his body was rocketed by violent convulsions. It was a pity that Polkins wasn't here as was interested to see whether he could get two people with one Cruciatus.


After two minutes of exquisite torture, Harry decided that he should end it as the time was running low and 'Big D' was probably already insane. But then again, in his case it might be an improvement.


"Extermino!" The grey bolt of magic hit Dudley squarely on his chest, causing his upper body to explode. For the second time that day, Harry was covered in filthy muggle blood and innards.


It was an ungrateful job, but someone had to do it. Like the Dark Lord has a habit of saying, 'muggles are filth to be exterminated, undeserving to live. They are the cancer of the world, destroying it indiscriminately. This marks them as beasts to be destroyed. They lack even the tiniest drop of magic, marking them as our inferiors. Still they have audacity to believe that they are the rulers of the world. Such arrogance is punishable only by death.'


Harry snorted and walked out the burning house, humming quietly. His ruined clothes couldn't destroy his good mood. Things were definitely looking up.


Suddenly he heard two distinct cracking sounds. Two red robed Aurors had arrived. An older man and a female who looked like a new recruit. Shit, Harry thought as the man cast an Anti-Apparation jinx. Ha hadn't planned on fighting with the law enforcement. Why couldn't they be customarily late, as always?


The Aurors attacked lightning fast. Harry had barely any time to react to the two stunners zooming at him. His quiddish reflexes, honed by endless hours of duelling practice saved him as he managed to dodge the red bolts of light just in time. His own wand rose and he whispered an incantation, "Avada Kedavra."


His aim was true and the twisting bolt of sickly green light hit the male Auror into his wand arm. Harry's elation ended quickly as the remaining Auror hit him with her Expelliarmus. Harry's wand was blasted out of his hand, and he himself was send rolling on the hard ground. He reached for his other wand held in a concealed, nearly magic-proof wand-holster...


"Don't move or I kill you, Death Eater," the remaining Auror snarled, training her wand at his heart as she walked slowly towards him. She was obviously very pissed. No wonder really, considering that Harry had just killed her partner. The Dark Lord's protégé had a sinking feeling he was about to experience some police brutality. "Lets see who hides behind that mask. Accio!"


His silver mask flew to her outreached hand, baring his face at her. Her eyes widened and she gasped loudly as she recognized him. Her wand tip faltered a little.


Harry decided use this opportunity and grasped his hidden, secondary wand and pointed it at her in one fluid movement. "Cruconsto!"


With a single flick of her wand the Auror nonverbally erected a shield, deflecting the electric blue curse towards the sky. Harry's next curse went straight through her shield and she fell down, screaming her lungs off in agony. The Cruciatus curse had a very good spell penetration. Harry grinned. Now he had an another female plaything. A pretty and young Auror plaything. It was his lucky day!


After a half-minute he released the curse and blasted her with a Stunner. He summoned his mask and his other wand. After pocketing them, Harry walked to the witch, taking hold of her and then Disapparating away with her. The standard Anti-Apparation jinx the Aurors had put up, had crumbled when there had been no-one to maintain it.


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Harry entered silently into a dark room. The female Auror was standing beside a large window, watching the countryside with an unreadable expression. A broken, heavy wooden chair was laying next to her feet. Obviously she had tried to break the window. It was, of course, futile as the window was heavily enchanted. "So, are you already awake. Good," Harry said and took off his invisibility cloak.


The pink haired Auror was momentary stunned by his sudden appearance, but it didn't last long. She looked at him, her eyes burning with rage. "What do you think you are doing? You killed Proudfoot and probably your relatives too! And shouldn't you be at Hogwarts?"


Harry smirked. "Now when the Dark Lord has returned, why would I return to Hogwarts?"


She was stunned. "What?"


"Permission to kill my ...family, was a reward for years' devotion to Lord Voldemort."


She shuddered at the name. "You are insane! He's dead. You killed him!"


Harry laughed. "Perhaps I am insane, but I can assure you that the Dark Lord has returned. Frankly, I resurrected him myself few hours ago."


"What?!"


Harry smiled at her flabbergasted visage. "You really aren't feeling very articulate today, are you?"


She flushed slightly, whether for anger or embarrassment, he couldn't tell. She took a deep breathe, before she spoke, "you resurrected him? Why would you do that? He killed your parents!"


"He has taken me much, but he has given me so much more," Harry said in a patronising tone. "Some things run thicker than blood, you know."


She looked at him in disgust. "So, you betrayed your family and the whole wizarding world for power?"


"Betrayed them?" Harry sneered. "I didn't. My family is dead and I can't betray people I owe nothing."


"Still, your actions will hurt many people."


"See if I care. Anyway, time is running out and I better do what I came here for."


As he lifted his wand, she looked at him directly into his brilliantly green eyes. "Are you going to kill me?"


Harry shrugged, there was no point in denying the obvious. "Eventually, yes." He trained his wand at her and uttered, "Evanesco." In a flash of magic, her clothes vanished.


She blinked. "You are trying to rape me? You are what, fourteen?"


Harry didn't react to her words, he was far too busy checking her body. And what a body it was! She stood inch or so taller than he did, reaching about five feet seven inches tall. Her hair was bubblegum pink, and her eyes were strikingly blue. Her body wasn't entirely petite, but she didn't round anywhere. And her breast, though only average, were firm and beautiful.


She apparently caught on that Harry was serious. "If you come any closer I will kick your balls so hard that you won't be walking straight for the rest of your life!"


"Admirable bravado, but you are forgetting that I'm the one with a wand here," he said as he lifted his wand. "Incarcerous."


A second later the Auror was bound by magical ropes, and she collapsed on the wooden floor.


"Kinky, eh?" she said, this time sounding almost cheerful. Harry momentarily wondered whether she was insane. "Lets see how you like this." Then her body started to change in front of his eyes. She lost all her hair, and her skin wrinkled. Harry continued to watch with morbid interest as her body warped even further. Her breasts nearly vanished and her face changed to one only remotely representing human.


Needless to say, his erection died faster than a victim of the Killing Curse.


He looked at the ...creature in disgust. "I may be a pervert, but I'm not that perverted," he said under his breath to no-one in particular.


The thing chuckled faintly.


Then it hit him. "You are a metamorphmagus," he said with predatory grin. "With that ability of yours we could have lots of fun, you know?"


"In your dreams," she snarled. Harry smiled in response.


"Oh no, my dearest Auror," he said, shaking his head slightly. "It only takes a simple spell. Imperio!"


The near invisible bolt of mind-bending magic hit her into her chest, and her face turned unreadable. Her resistance rumbled in seconds, and she was now a mindless slave. Harry chuckled faintly and dismissed the Rope Binding charm, before issuing his first command, "assume your true form, my pet."


She suddenly grew black mid-length hair and her skin turned smooth and pale. Her face shape changed slightly, too, leaving her with higher cheekbones, but the full red lips remained the same, compared to her usual form of course, not to the monster she had been few seconds ago. And her blue eyes suddenly became chocolate brown. She was not truly beautiful in the traditional sense, not with her milky white skin tone and her black, glaringly contrasting hair, but neither was she what one would call unattractive. All in all, her features clearly spoke of the Black heritage. Harry blinked. Could she really be one of them? Another Blood-Traitor like Sirius?


"Tell me, are you of the Black lineage?"


"Yes," she replied without hesitation, her voice sounding slightly dreamy because of the strong Imperius she was under. It reminded him of the 'Loony' Lovegood. Perhaps she is under Imperius too? He would have to ask master about that.


Harry tapped his wand against his tight. When few green and silver sparkles escaped the wand tip and he stopped. "And your name is?"


"Nymphadora Tonks."


"That's not a pureblood name," Harry stated to no-one in particular. "Another Blood-Traitor then?"


"Yes."


Harry chuckled. "That wasn't a question, Nymph." Harry turned back at her. "Nymph, do you like that name?"


"Yes."


Harry smiled. He picked her up and carried her to the other side of the room. That side was dominated by a large low-slung bed. He placed her down on it gently and took a step or two back. With a smooth movement he too off his black robe and green silk shirt he was wearing, leaving him bare-chested. He wasn't exceptionally muscled, but he was in an impressive shape for a fourteen years old boy.


He quickly took the final step forward, eliminating the distance between two of them. His right hand reached for her chin and gently lifted it. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to say something. Harry never knew what, if anything, she was going to say as he promptly kissed her.


Their lips met in a soft, mellow kiss. She tasted of strawberry, Harry noted. Why does she taste like strawberry? It made no sense. Well, who cares. It doesn't really matter, he thought, shrugging mentally. Besides, I am starting to sound like some lame character in a sappy romance novel. He shuddered slightly. He hated romance novels! Those stupid books always mistake a lust at the first sight as a love at the first sight. What is love, anyway?


He slid her legs apart, revealing her to him. Her skin was soft and warm like the earlier girl's, but unlike the muggle, she was shaven.


He then trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, until he reached the valley between Tonks' breasts. She groaned as Harry licked, sucked, and lightly nibbled on her pink nibbles. After a minute or so of focusing on her breasts, Harry trailed kisses down her firm stomach.


He studied Nymphadora's flower. The young Dark wizard took a fortifying breath before he used his index and middle fingers on his right hand to tenderly pry open her petals. Then Harry used his tongue to softly trace Tonks' outer and inner lips and her sweet nectar began to leak out. Next, he used his left thumb to gently push her hood back, exposing her swollen clitoris. She gasped lightly when Harry's tongue touched her clit.


Harry smirked evilly and summoned his Parseltongue ability. It was useful for far more things than just talking to snakes and performing darkest of magicks.


He resumed to his cunnilinglus, his tongue working like a muggle sewingmachine. Tonks' reaction was almost immediate. Her body thrashed around and she was releasing incoherent sounds, alternating between moaning and growling.


It didn't take long for her to reach to height of her ecstasy. Her musky juices filled his mouth, her body shuddered uncontrollably and she screamed madly. Exactly that moment, he released the Imperius curse.


It took few seconds for the orgasmic haze to pass, and when she came back to her senses, her eyes were filled with fear, humilation... and, strangely enough, not a small amount of lust. Perhaps she had really liked that, at least physically. Parselmouths were, after all, legendary of their ability in cunnilingus.


Her expression swiftly changed to one of hate, and her hands formed into fists, but she couldn't do anything before Harry's nonverbal Cruciatus curse hit her to her side.


She screamed again, this time for pain, and she thrashed around the bed. After a half-minute Harry released the curse. He waited for ten or so seconds, so that she could regain her breath, before he whispered, "that had to hurt, didn't it, Nymph?"


"Don't call me that," she snarled, looking at him with furiously. She looked like she was ready to strangle him, and she probably was. He wasn't going to give her an opportunity, though.


Harry chuckled. He was starting to appreciate having a helpless victim. He had never before really understood why his follow Death Eaters liked so much of torture and raping, but now he knew. It gave a tremendous feeling of power and control. It was something one could easily become addicted of. "Oh... just few minutes ago you said you liked it."


She looked, if possible, even more infuriated. "You put me under Imperius, remember?"


"I do," Harry said, looking her intently. "And I would rather not do it again, Nymph, I want you to cooperate."


Tonks laughed at him. She had guts, Harry would give her that. "I will never help you in disgracing me!"


"Like a Blood-Traitor like you would need any help in disgracing yourself," Harry said with an amused expression. "If you won't cooperate, I will simply force you. Imperio."


It was time for him to get some pleasure, Harry decided. He sat to the edge of the bed, and looked at Tonks over his shoulder. "Come here, Nymph, and suck my dick."


Tonks rolled out of the bed, walked to him, and obediently kneeled in front of him, so that her head was on his waistline. She undid his fly and grasped a hold of his manhood, softly caressing it, before she trailed hot kisses down the shaft to his balls. Her saliva coated his cock as her tongue and lips traced every bump and vein on Harry's painfully erect cock.


She gently licked the tip of his dick, before taking it to her warm mouth, taking him to as deep as she could. The wetness and warmth of her mouth felt lovely against his sensitive member. Slurping noises emanated from Tonks as she moved her tongue and lips up and down on his pole. Harry started to groan when she began to softly massage his balls.


After few minutes of her exquisite ministrations, he felt the pressure building up. When Tonks yet again deep-throated him and gently nibbled his shaft, he lost control and unloaded into her mouth. His penis jumped once in her mouth, shooting off the first blast of his load and Nymphadora raised herself and sucked his crown. He bucked again and again, spurting his sperm into her mouth and face.


She continued to swallow and suck his dick even after he had finished cumming. With a slurping noise from Tonks, his semi-limp cock flopped out of her mouth.


Harry put his rabidly flagging dick back to his trousers, and fastened his fly, before he yet again released the Imperius curse.


She blinked as she came back to her senses. Her right hand rose shakily to her cum soaked cheek. When her fingers came in contact with the sticky substance, a small sob escaped her lips and she started to quiver. Within few seconds her whole composure failed. She slumped to the ground and started to cry uncontrollably.


Harry blinked repeatedly before he started to laugh. It begun as a small chuckle but quickly grew into a full-blown laughter.


This caught Tonks' attention, and she lifted her head to see her tormentor laughing at her. Something snapped inside her, and with a terrible yell she lunged at the young Dark wizard.


She hadn't taken a single step, before Harry's banishing curse hit her squarely to her chest, slamming her to the other side of the darkened room.


"It's futile, Nymph," he said almost gently, his voice barely above whisper. "No-one can resist the Dark. Neither you... nor I."


She didn't answer. It was probably because all air had been blasted out of her lungs. He took a deep breath and with a wave of his holly wand, summoned his earlier discarded clothes, put on his silky shirt and dark robe, and exited to room quickly, only stopping to put a Locking charm on the door.


He would have to hurry, his lord was awaiting him. He didn't look back.

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Author's Notes: Please review! If you don't, I might turn this into a sappy HP/GW romance! I'm probably just kidding, but are you ready to take the risk? You know, I used to be a Harry/Ginny shipper... (but eventually the whole, all too common, soulmate-shit nearly fried my brain.)