Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Possess me ❯ Chapter four ( Chapter 4 )

I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah... you know the drill.
I do own the plot of this story and any character I might use that is not from the books.

Warnings; Explicit sex-scenes between men (Adult/underaged), some vampiric influences, Dark!Harry.
(sorry for the long wait... school is killing me.)

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Chapter four.


Harry felt nervous. Not to mention bored. Yes, a strange mixture of excitement and boredom. He was excited, because he knew that Nagini was on her way, about to tell him everything he needed and wanted to know. Harry had a lot of questions.

He was bored because Hermione was acting more motherly than ever before and Harry suspected that the brunette had decided to stalk Harry wherever he went. This was getting on his nerves. So much, in fact, that he had even started to use the invisibility cloak to get away from the overly concerned teenage girl. Ron was still being Ron, smiling and joking, and probably completely unaware of Hermione's new stalking hobby. Harry was relieved. Talking to Ron still felt somewhat nice and relaxing. They normally talked about Quidditch and homework and sometimes they told cruel jokes involving a certain black haired potions teacher.

Harry had yet to accept fully that he was changing, even though the thought was beginning to set in, and Harry started to realize that he couldn't really see anything wrong with it. Maybe he was just scared of being different from the people he had loved and depended on for several years. Then again, he didn't feel like living a lie. Hadn't he always felt that there was something missing? Hadn't he always glanced at the Slytherins, envied their elegance and cold grace, and mistaken the envy for hatred?

Still, even though Harry somewhat enjoyed his new state of mind, he didn't just want to succumb to it so quickly. That's why he was anticipating the visit from Nagini. He needed answers, badly.

"Harry!" Harry hissed as an elbow was violently buried in the side of his ribs. He sent a dark glance toward Hermione who was giving him her own, less frightening scowl. "Pay attention to what Professor Snape says. This is actually really interesting."

Harry glared at her before turning his gaze towards the pale teacher at the front. Snape was gesturing and babbling about some kind of potion that you could use to reveal if a person was evil. This caught Harry's attention for some reason, and before he could stop himself he lifted his hand. Snape stopped talking and sent Harry a cold look.

"Yes, Mr Potter?" He drawled. Harry pursed his lips.

"’Evil' is just a state of mind, isn’t it? I mean, it’s Psychology. How can a potion reveal something that isn't even physical?" Harry couldn't help to add a small snort. Snape pursed his lips and quirked one of his black eyebrows.

"I would like to remind you, Mr. Potter, that I am quite familiar with this subject. Unlike you, a mere student, I do know how this works. You do well not to question me again." Snape's eyes were as cold as they always were, and Harry could see the anger flaming within them. He smirked inwardly, amused at how easy it was to upset the older man.

"I apologize. But please, do explain," Harry said, deliberately copying Snape's formal way of speaking. Snape didn't seem to notice that though, which only brought Harry more amusement. He sent a glance at Draco who smirked back, and turned back to the teacher again. Snape narrowed his eyes and opened a book on his desk, seemingly looking for something.

"You are too simple minded, Potter," he drawled mockingly and Harry immediately felt a spark of annoyance in his chest. "'Evil' is not just a state of mind. Not in our world. I'm not talking about mere humans. I am not even referring to wizards and witches. But there are creatures who know how to disguise themselves as such." Snape started writing on the black board with violent movements.

"I am talking about different kinds of demons, from the level grey to black, since there are over three hundred different species known in this world. This dimension doesn't solemnly belong to humans, even though we are undoubtedly superior. Most demons belong in other dimensions, but that doesn't mean that they are banished to those places. They are here, in our world, sneaking their ways into this dimension as we look away. Do you understand this?"

The students nodded, most of them shifting uncomfortably on their chairs. This was apparently not a popular subject. Demons. Harry swallowed and had to bite his lip to prevent himself from revealing his excitement. He couldn't explain it, but the talk of different dimensions and demons made his head hum, whispering songs echoed.

Snape continued his explanation and Harry snapped out of his semi-dazed state.

"Sometimes, though this is very rare, humans are born with different demonic abilities. There's no other way to find these humans but this potion. Although they are generally allowed to live in this world, sometimes we need to reveal them. But, as I said, humans born with demonic qualities are extremely rare. Still it is necessary for me to teach you this, so pay attention. The potion is ready."

Snape turned to his crimson bowl, from which grey smoke flowed in graceful clouds. The students followed his every movement.

"After the potion is ready, you normally make the suspected person drink it for a more clearly evidential result, but if you need to test several people, you can transform the potion into steam." Snape flicked his wand towards the bowl and mere seconds later large balms of smoke poured from it, filling the classroom with gray, slightly silvery smoke.

Hermione shifted on her chair, looking alarmed, as if she suspected the smoke to be toxic.

"The smoke will not hurt you in any way. And just in case someone in here happens to be born with demonic abilities that person would be forced to reveal his or hers true form. For example, if there was a disguised vampire in here, he or she would have to reveal their fangs, unnatural iris and such."

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt panicked. Ice cold panic seared through his spine, screaming at him to run away from the dangerous smoke. This was totally illogical, since Harry wasn’t a demon of any kind. So why did he feel so alarmed? He could feel his eyes widen as the smoke drifted closer to him and Hermione, who was squealing next to him. He swallowed and tried to hold his breath in a last attempt to avoid the smoke from invading his lungs. However, Harry knew he had to breathe sometime and let out his breath in a shaky sigh. He was already surrounded by silvery smoke. Feeling slightly sick, he inhaled slowly, smelling the sweet scent from the smoke. Disgusting. The scent reminded him of cotton candy, which reminded him of his fat cousin Dudley.

Harry closed his eyes, irrationally waiting for something horrible to happen, but it didn't. He inhaled more of the sweet smelling smoke and threw a glance at his hands, as if to see if they maybe had been transformed into paws or if his fingers had become adorned with claws. None of this had happened. Harry's body was still human. He let his tongue slide over his teeth, and with a mixed sting of disappointment and relief he felt his normal, small, human teeth glide against his tongue. He sighed.

The room remained smokey for a few minutes until Snape decided to remove it by flicking his wand again, gathering all the smoke over the crimson bowl and transforming it back to its previous, liquid state. Although, since the students had inhaled quite a lot of grey steam, not even a third of the original amount was gathered in the bowl.

Harry glanced to his hands again, once again feeling slightly annoyed that they were still so... human. They were still pale and soft, with nails that were slightly shorter than average, since he had the habit of gnawing on them when he felt nervous or anxious.

"Harry, is something the matter?" Hermione touched his shoulder and he felt obligated to face the girl. He gave her a small smile and shook his head.

"No, nothing is wrong," he lied. What was he supposed to say? 'Yeah, I was kinda hoping to transform into a demon. That'd be awesome.'

Hermione stared at him. He quirked an eyebrow at her. There was something with that stare of hers. She looked confused, almost. She cocked her head to the side and squinted, as if she couldn't see Harry's face properly.

"What?" Harry asked, now feeling annoyed. Hermione backed away, still glancing at his face.

"No it's just... your eyes... they look so dark. You know... they have always been so green, but right now they look almost black." Hermione shrugged. "Must be the lack of light in here."

Harry stared at her, wishing he had a mirror. He felt someone's gaze on him and turned to Draco. The Malfoy also cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips. Then he sent Harry a small smirk and turned his back on him, writing something on a small piece of paper. He then turned back to Harry and made the small note fly to him with a flick of his wand.

Harry caught the note, trying to look irritated in case Hermione might've been watching him. He unfolded the paper and read; Meet me after class, same place.

Harry sent the Slytherin a small glance and nodded shortly, before making the piece of paper burst in flames. Hermione gave him a concerned frown.

"What was that?" She glanced towards Malfoy who only gave her a dark, mocking glance before turning to Blaise on his left. "Did he write something stupid?"

Harry sighed.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, I guess," Harry murmured, trying to sound as if he was annoyed with the Slytherin. "He's just being Malfoy." He gave Hermione a reassuring smile before packing his stuff. The lesson was over. As Hermione obviously attempted to follow him he turned to the brunette and flashed another smile.

"You go and meet up with Ron, 'Mione. I have to go to the Quidditch ground. Angelina told me to meet up with the team. We have to decide some extra practice time. Our first match against Hufflepuff’s in just two weeks."

Hermione nodded slowly, looking slightly unsure, but walked away none the less. Harry smirked as she left and started to walk towards the Quidditch field.

Since it was the beginning of October, the air was cold and crisp, and the sun was hidden by thick clouds, making the school bathed in pale light. As Harry came closer to the place where he had met Draco a few days ago, he enjoyed the cold seeping through his clothes, cooling his lukewarm skin. He shuddered in delight.

"Hello there, Golden boy!" Harry turned to face Draco, and was mildly surprised to find Blaise Zabini at the blonde's side. Blaise gazed at Harry with narrowed eyes, as if he had trouble in believing that Harry Potter could actually have a truce with Draco. Harry gave the dark skinned boy a small smirk and joined the Slytherin pair.

"Hey-" Harry ended the greeting with a small yelp as Draco suddenly pulled him forward, grabbing his cheeks and firmly holding his face in front of his own. Harry could feel his cheeks heat up slightly at being so close to the attractive Slytherin's face, not to mention his lips. Even though Harry knew he didn’t have feelings for Draco, he still felt flustered at being so close to him. Not to mention the fact that it seemed almost as if Draco was about to give him a kiss.

"Um... what are you doing?" Harry asked embarrassed. Draco didn't answer but stared intensively into Harry's eyes. After a few seconds, Draco smirked triumphantly.

"Aha! I knew it. Take a look, Blaise!" Draco grabbed Blaise's collar and yanked the other boy down to stare into Harry's eyes.

Okay... this is starting to get weird. Harry thought and furrowed his eyebrows. Maybe the Slytherins were making fun of him? The thought made Harry clench his teeth and retreat to his protective state; cold-ness.
He placed his hands on Draco's shoulder and gently, but firmly, pushed the Slytherin away. He adjusted his features, narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

"May I ask what you are doing?" He asked, adding annoyance to his voice. Draco blinked and gave him a small grin.

"You did change after all. Who would've thought?" Draco pushed Blaise down on a bench and took a seat on his boyfriend's lap. "You may think you were unaffected by Snape's potion, but you weren't."

Okay, Harry was confused now. He didn't have paws, claws or fangs. He didn't have blue skin, pointy ears or horns. He still looked just like Harry Potter.
Blaise's arms encircled Draco's waist and smirked at Harry.

"What?" Was all Harry managed to say. The Slytherins grinned in unison.

"Your eyes," said Blaise and leaned his cheeks against Draco's arm. "They're darker."

Harry stared at him.

"So? My eyes have been darkening every day for the last couple of weeks. It's nothing new," Harry said, trying to sound calm and certain. Blaise snorted.

"Oh really? Listen, Potter, I've never been a fan of The Boy Who Lived, but even I know about those famous green eyes of yours. Are you aware that they are starting to turn black?"

Harry swallowed and turned his face away.

"So?" God, he hated how he sounded like a defiant child. Blaise chuckled.

"You really have no idea, do you Potter?"

Harry met the Slytherin's gaze. Blaise's eyes were icy blue, in spite of his chocolate colored skin. The words echoed in Harry's head, and he shuddered, feeling like everyone knew something about him that he himself was unaware of. It made him feel slightly paranoid.

'You don't know anything yet, Harry Potter. You know nothing.'

Suddenly Harry longed for Nagini to show up more than ever. He wanted, needed, answers so badly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry huffed, trying to sound as if he thought Blaise was dense. Blaise laughed.

"Apparently not."

"Be nice to him, Blaise," Draco said and scowled at Blaise. "Considering the people he hangs around with, who can blame him for not knowing anything?"

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, not at all feeling comforted by Draco's so called support. "Then would you care to explain, since I'm so unaware of everything?" He added a scoff to show just how annoyed he was.

Blaise smiled gently. This surprised Harry and caused his frown to disappear.

"Don't worry. You'll understand everything in time. If you're what I think you are, I don't think I'm the person to tell you about it." Blaise bit his lip. Harry sat down next to the pair.

"But tell me something! I really want to know." Harry murmured as he kicked a rock off the ground. Blaise looked at him thoughtfully and sighed.

"Well," he smirked, "Do you feel like there's something missing? You know... as if you're incomplete?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"I guess... sometimes..." Blaise nodded excitedly.

"And do you feel like you are longing for something, only you don't know what it is?"

Harry thought about it. At first he was going to say "yes", but then he reconsidered. Because... Harry knew exactly what he longed for. Knew, even though he didn't want to admit it to anyone just yet. Not even to himself.

He longed for those hands on him again. He longed for those eyes upon him. He longed to see that person, to touch that person, to have that person touch him. He longed for... Voldem-

Harry blushed and turned his head away. Blaise gave a humming sound.

"Oh? You already know what you're longing for?" Harry glanced at Blaise who looked slightly amused, but also impressed. "Makes sense, though. That's probably why your eyes are so dark." Harry didn't quite understand the last comment, but chose to ignore it. "Well, if you're already aware of the object you desire, it won't be long until you receive it."

Blaise grinned again.

"You've been having some vivid dreams?"

At this, Draco smacked his boyfriend's head and huffed.

"That's none of your business, Blaise Zabini!"

Harry couldn't help but to laugh at the bickering. It seemed almost... cute. Blaise muttered an apology and gave Draco a smug smile that seemed to hold certain promises. Harry blushed again and turned his face away, letting the couple continue their silent conversation. But suddenly Harry heard a small paper box being opened and the clicking sound of a wand creating fire. Harry turned back to Draco and watched as the blonde inhaled deeply from the cigarette in his mouth. Suddenly Harry wanted, almost craved, one of his own.

Draco seemed to notice his longing gaze, because he chuckled and threw the box to Harry who looked inside of it. There was one cigarette left.

"You're giving this to me?" He asked, bemused at how decent Draco behaved. The Slytherin boy was actually... nice. Well, sort of. Draco snickered.

"Well, I was the one who talked you into smoking in the first place. It’s the least I can do."

Harry smiled and brought the thin, white stick to his mouth and lit the end with his wand. Oh God, he was almost embarrassed at how much relief the cigarette gave him. His whole body seemed to relax as the smoke invaded his lungs. It was only his second time too. Strange.

"Aw, now I didn't get one," Blaise said and gave a teasing pout. Draco smirked.

"S'okay, we can share." and with that Draco inhaled, bent down to Blaise's level and caught his mouth in a smoky kiss. Harry could see, with dazed fascination, as the smoke traveled from Draco's mouth, into Blaise's. Harry snapped his mouth shut as he realized he was gaping and stubbornly ignored the couple's smoking session. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, interrupted only by occasional snickers from the Slytherin couple.

"I have to go to class," Harry murmured and got up from the bench, feeling both stiff and more relaxed than ever. "Catch you later."

Draco and Blaise said goodbye as Harry walked away. He felt strange. Was it the cigarette? Ugh... He was turning into a smoker! Hadn't he always thought that was nasty? Oh well. Maybe it was because of what Blaise had said. It seemed as if everybody knew something about him. As if it had been told in a large meeting, one that Harry had missed, and now they were all laughing behind his back.

He sighed with frustration as he entered the castle and set off to his next lesson; Herbology. Fantastic.

Hermione joined him as he walked through the corridor, she was reading a book.

Without looking away from the book she asked, "Where were you?"

Harry suppressed an annoyed growl.

"Gee, sorry I didn't tell you where I went, mom." Harry said sarcastically. "Were you worried?" Hermione gave a snort, but Harry could tell she was hurt. Oddly enough, it didn't disturb him as much as it used to. Suddenly, Hermione started sniffing in the air as if she sensed some strange smell, and then she turned to Harry. She stopped and grabbed his shirt, then she buried her nose against the fabric.

"Hermione, what the-"

"Harry, you smell like cigarette smoke!" Hermione exclaimed, and gave him one of her oh-so motherly looks again. It only fueled Harry's irritation. He yanked away from his Gryffindor comrade and straightened his shirt that Hermione had wrinkled. Then he gave her a cold, calm look, hoping it looked as superior as he tried to make it look. Hermione looked somewhat shocked.

"Listen, I know it may be hard for you to accept, but I am fifteen, you are not my mother, and I have the right to do whatever I want. That okay with you?" Harry received a small nod from the brunette, then he walked off, hoping that she would understand how much he didn't want her to follow him.

For the first time in quite some time, Harry walked to class alone. It actually seemed as if Hermione got the point.

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Harry was really starting to get impatiant now. Where was that damn snake? The meeting with Draco and Blaise earlier that day had fueled his need to find out more about himself quite a lot. A frustration, similar to anger, ran through his veins as the blood traveled in his body. Mixing with the impatience.

Harry threw a glance towards the window next to his bed. It was dark outside. The stars were twinkling innocently from the black sky as the half-moon made some of the few clouds that were still floating up there look grey. A loud snore woke Harry from his deep, blank thoughts and he glared at Ron's sleeping form. As usual, the redhead had forgotten to put a silencing charm around his bed. It wasn't an actual rule to do so, but it was considered polite and almost a matter of course. Especially Ronald, who was aware of the fact that he snored, should remember it. Harry grew annoyed as the snoring continued, and even increased in volume. He grabbed his wand from his nightstand and threw a strong silencing charm around Ron's bed, feeling relieved as the room was once again filled with silence.

That is, until Harry heard a weak knocking on the door. Puzzled Harry glanced at his watch. Two in the morning. Who the hell was awake at this hour? Harry quietly slipped out of his bed and went to the door. His skin crawled as he realized that everyone else was sleeping. He was alone.

As quietly as he could manage, he opened the door and stared at the dark stone stairs outside the dorm. No one was there. Harry frowned and couldn't help but to shudder. He jumped and nearly yelled out loud when he suddenly felt something touch his foot. He stared down, trying his best to ignore his racing heartbeats, and was shocked to see a long, gleaming snake slide past his foot and into the dorm room.

"Nagini?!" Harry whispered, automatically activating the hissing language, Parseltongue. "Is that you?"

The female snake seemed to snicker as she slid up into Harry's empty bed.

"None other. Were you expecting a visssit from another sssnake perhapss?"

Harry followed Nagini to his bed and pulled the curtains before casting a silencing charm. Then he excitedly turned to the snake again. That was when he noticed, with a spark of amusement, that a package was tied to Nagini's neck, just below her head. It looked rather silly, and Harry couldn't help but to chuckle. The snake hissed with annoyance.

"Don't laugh at me, boy! It'sss not that easy being a ssnake. I don't have handss like you humansss." Nagini showed her fangs and Harry immediately stopped laughing. Angry snakes were not to be toyed with, he realized, and quickly freed Nagini from her burden. He put the package down on the bed next to the snake.

"You might asss well open it right away, boy. It'ss for you... from my massster." Nagini whispered and did a waving motion towards the package with her head. "I'll answer any question you might have afterwardsss."

Harry swallowed, excitement rising in his chest as he realized that the package was for him, from... him.
He gripped the package and ripped the paper away, revealing two smaller boxes, one red and one blue, and a letter. The letter was sealed with crimson wax, adorned by a snake-formed stamp. Harry stared at it for a few second, then he started to open it with trembling fingers. He felt nervous. He was holding papers that Voldemort had touched. Almost lovingly, Harry caressed the papers before starting to read.

"Harry Potter.

I know I have told you this before, and I don't usually like to repeat myself, but for you I can make an exception.
You know nothing.
Do not get offended, boy. It is not your fault. People have been lying to you your entire life. As they did to me.
Your beloved Dumbledore is not as pure-hearted as he seems. I am sure he has good intentions though.
But he has been lying to you from day one.

Things are not as they appear. You are not a simple human, Harry. You were meant for more.
It was decided before you were born, and you do well to embrace it, because you cannot live in any other way. You will destroy yourself, living in grief.

To explain all of this in a letter doesn't seem appropriate, so I sent you a two-way mirror. I have the other one. To activate it, you must hold the mirror and speak my name.
Then we can talk properly. I trust you to cast a silencing spell. No one must hear us.

The other package, which is the red one, is a simple gift, from which I think we both can take pleasure. (Harry could almost hear the dark chuckle as he read this line.)

I hope to hear from you soon. Nagini may be a clever snake, but she is rather slow.
- Lord Voldemort."

Harry shuddered and stared at the name. Touched the dried ink with his fingertip. It was real. Voldemort had sent him a letter! And a two-way mirror!!

Filled with thrilled emotions Harry opened the blue box and took the two-way mirror out. It was a beautiful object. The silver frame was adorned with gleaming green stones. Harry smiled. Shivering with excitement he brought the mirror to his face, kissed the cold glass lightly before whispering;

"Tom Riddle," knowing he was correct to speak that name, because no matter how much Voldemort might hate it; That was the name he was given.

The mirror in his hand started to glow and the cold, dead glass started to flow, as if it was water. Harry stared intensively into the glass, nervously chewing his lower lip. When finally a pair of red eyes became visible, he smirked with satisfaction. It had worked. Making sure that he really had preformed the silencing spell he turned to the glass again. The red eyes stared into his, and a pair of light pink lips smirked at him.

Harry shuddered. It was Voldemort, yet it was something different. Last time Harry had seen the Dark Lord was at the graveyard, where said Dark Lord had tried to kill him. Harry remembered a bald man, pale skin and skinny fingers. The person staring at him through the mirror wasn't like that. The eyes were the same, glowing red, and the face that always held that cold, grim look. But the skin wasn't as pale as it had been at that time. The lips weren't cracked and disgusting. They looked smooth and pinkish. And he had a nose! A real, thin, human nose! Fascinating...

But what really caught Harry's attention was the black mane of hair, gently flowing over the Dark Lord’s shoulders. It was combed away from his face, revealing a pair of elegant formed eyebrows.

To put it short; the man staring back at him was hot. Really hot.

Harry couldn't remember how his voice worked any more. He just stared at the man, wanting to fall through the mirror and into the man's arms. His hand hugged the mirror tightly as he licked his lips.

"My Lord," Harry whispered and smiled nervously. A burning longing blossomed in his chest. Voldemort smirked.

"Harry Potter," he said with a dark, hoarse voice that sent shivers up Harry's spine. "We finally get to talk."

Harry's brain started working again. He grinned briefly and settled against the pillows, feeling more comfortable.

"How is this... I mean..." Harry stammered and sought the right words. "Please tell me... what the hell is going on?" He cursed himself for using teenage language at a time like this. Voldemort seemed amused though, as he snickered.

"I hope you have time, Harry. This might take a while."

Harry nodded and frowned with concentration, as if he was trying to focus on a class. Voldemort smirked, lowering his eyelids.

"Would you like to become my mate?"


tbc.
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I am so not satisfied with this chapter. -_-' (But please review any way)
Please bear with me, I'm really tired these days. Sorry for not writing a sex-scene in this chapter, but I mean, come on. Harry has hormones, sure, but not that much.
Right now, I can't seem to get the story to develop the way I want it, and it's so fucking frustrating... oh well. I have some back-up plans though, so things should turn out as dark and hot as I want them too eventually.

(Yea, I know, sorry for rambling about cigarettes again. Can't help it. Sorry, ok?)

Next chapter; Voldemort explains certain things to Harry, and Harry is not sure how to react.