Title: Finding Solace

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Warner Bros, Bloomsbury. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.A quick scan of the room as he entered allowed Harry to see Malfoy was nowhere to be seen, likely with his godfather, and all the other six and seventh year Slytherin's were sitting in the chairs around the fire, listening intently to Zabini.

Chapter 2

The fourth and fifth years, as well as some of the third years were all listening indiscreetly, only being allowed to get away with it because the seniors had more important things to focus on.

"…and I want to say it's just because he's some kind of fucktoy, but it's not. He's way better than any of us thought he was."

Ah, Blaise was near the end of his story then.

"I don't believe you." Scoffed a seventh year, Zubeida Kahn. "Sure maybe he's faking somewhat, but no one can hide skill like what you're talking about. Especially not in Slytherin."

"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not. It happened. It means things are going to chance. Deal with it."

"Aw, Blaise, I knew you secretly like me. Deep deep down." Harry cooed, walking up to them at an angle that allowed him to keep all of the Slytherins in his sight line.

"Potter, I don't like you."

"And I don't care. I really don't care if any of you like me or not. I'm don't even want to be liked. I want you to recognise that I am now more powerful than you, and stay out of my way." Harry made sure to address the whole room.

"Gods, shut up, Potter. You're not more powerful than any of us, and even if you were, you're definitely not more powerful than all of us." Zubeida drawled, drawing her wand and twirling it around a strand of hair.

"Hmm. True. Except our lord would not appreciate me being harmed, so leaving me alone is probably your best option." Harry replied, not drawing his wand, but being ready to have it out at a moment's notice.

She laughed, mockingly. "Hiding behind our lord doesn't make you worth anything, Potter. It just means when you lose his favour we'll get to hurt you even more."

"Except I've had his protection for years. And I'm not going to lose it. Either way. You currently can't hurt me. I have no need to do anything, except act in retaliation. So stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours."

Harry turned away from the group, and walked down the hall to his dorm room, hearing conversation break out behind him but knowing that there was no other conclusion they could come to.

For now, it would be enough.

A week later, Harry still hadn't needed to do anything to any of his housemates. They had adopted a wary stance, deciding to wait and see rather than face repercussions of actions they hadn't planned properly. Harry had, in turn, taken some of his more esoteric studies into the common room, reading books at a suitably high level of various fields of study out in the open where anyone could see. He had also begun casting entirely wordlessly when away from the main school, a skill none of his year mates were yet able to match, and indeed at least half of the seventh years. These subtle actions were highly effective in proving his point; Harry was better than they were, but they had no idea how much better.

Harry had a portkey to his Lords manor that he normally only used from Snape's quarters to ensure no one saw him leave. That night, when called, he had instead chosen to leave directly from his dorm room, and so when he felt his mark burning along his side, he had quickly changed out of his uniform and into more formal robes.

Zabini and Nott were the only ones in the dorm room, and they both looked across at him when he walked to the mirror next to the bathroom door, and straightened out his collar.

"Hot date, Potter?" Zabini sneered. "Might want to dress appropriately instead of looking like you're trying too hard."

"Or maybe I'm going to see the Dark Lord, who doesn't accept anything less than formal wear." Harry snapped back. "Tell Malfoy that I'm going and that I'll have his orders when I get back."

"Tell him yourself."

"I don't have time. I know you're new, but you should at least know that if the Dark Lord is calling you don't fucking delay." Zabini flushed, while Nott snickered from the other side of the room. Harry just rolled his eyes, and touched the tip of his finger to the plain silver bracelet he wore on his left arm. "Three two one." The familiar, disturbing feeling of spinning through the air lasted for a count of eight, and he pulled his finger off the moment he was able to, stepping down from the air gracefully.

He had appeared in the floo room, and so quickly exited and turned left, walking along the corridor until he reached his Lord's study, and knocked twice on the door.

"Enter."

Harry opened the door, and immediately fell to his knees screaming, having been hit by a crucio. The curse was ended after a few seconds, and he took a moment to catch his breath before returning to his feet.

"How you entered the room last week was unacceptable, considering you knew there was an induction going on. Your leniency only exists in front of the inner circle. Remember that." Voldemort's soft voice travelled over to him, and Harry knew that tonight he would have to make sure not to push any boundaries.

"Yes, my lord."

Voldemort turned back to the other's in the room, not acknowledging Harry further than a waved hand at an empty chair, and a small bolt of satisfaction through their bond.

Harry sat himself in the chair, noting Lucius, Nott and the Lestranges were the only others in the room.

"Now Lucius, Fudge is still in contact with Dumbledore isn't he?"

"Yes. Inconsequential questions about floo management and donation distribution and the like. Anything more important I am able to influence before he thinks he needs the old man's approval." Lucius replied, clearly satisfied with what his efforts had brought about.

"Good. Now I would like you to make sure that Dumbledore becomes aware of some of the more interesting connections our ambassador to the ICW is making. Dumbledore has been worryingly absent at the meetings this last year, and I would like that to be remedied."

"Of course, my lord. May I inquire as to why?" That was risky on Lucius' behalf. If the Dark Lord was in a bad mood already, questioning him is just as likely to get an answer as a curse, even for his right hand.

"Everything we needed to get pushed through at an international level is done, everything else is only a bonus if Dumbledore doesn't catch it. Having him out of the castle provides a far greater benefit to us from this stage onward.

"Now, Harry." Voldemort turned slightly to put Harry in his line of sight. "I am sure you've guessed why you are here."

"The Hogwarts plans, my lord?"

"Yes. Now, Lucius went to buy a vanishing cabinet this last week, and we have very good reason to believe that the partner is a Hogwarts somewhere, broken. You are to tell your housemates that they are to find this matching cabinet and fix it by the start of the next term. That is four months from now, and considering we are providing them with everything they need from a design of the cabinet to directions on how to fix just about everything that could be wrong with it, there should be no issue with this time frame. Be sure to pass that message on."

Harry marvelled internally at the simplicity, but ingenuity of the plan. Voldemort had found a way to break through the so-called impenetrable Hogwarts wards, all the while ensuring Dumbledore wouldn't know about the breach until the last minute. And his directions to Lucius to ensure the Headmaster would be far more concerned with the ICW than anything else, ensured the man would be too distracted the times he was at the castle to notice any odd behaviour among the Slytherin's.

"Here is everything you shall pass on to the little Malfoy." Harry was handed three thick scrolls of parchment, which he shrunk and put in his pocket. "I expect you to keep an eye on their progress, but stay mostly out of their way, I want to see how beneficial they could all be."

"I assure you, my lord" Lucius interrupted. "That Draco shall exceed all your expectations."

"Shut up, Lucius. And leave. And Theodore, Rabastan, Rodopholus, you have your orders. I expect them to be carried out to the standard they always are."

The four men stood and left, bowing as they did so, and Harry was left as the only one in the room.

"Harry. Come here." Voldemort ordered, his voice annoyingly bland, betraying no hint of his emotions. Harry stood, and walked around the desk to stand in front of the man, but was pulled in by his hips and drawn to sit straddling Voldemort, their faces inches away from each other. Harry was pulled to stare into the blood red eyes in front of his own, and when he felt the intrusion into his mind, let his shields fall away as if they were never there. Memories flashed in front of his eyes, until the method he used to have some control over the Dark Mark was laid bare. Voldemort pulled out of his mind, and didn't say anything, clearly waiting for Harry to speak.

Harry bit his lip, and looked down. "I didn't think it would actually work when I started. How did you catch me."

"I control those marks. Nothing happens to them without me knowing. I am impressed you managed to hide it from me for so long, however."

Harry's head flew upwards, and as he took on the expression of pride on Voldemort's face he flushed with happiness. "I only actually cast spells on my mark when I knew you were calling for someone."

"As I said. Impressive. Men much older than you have been trying to do the same for far longer without any results."

Harry wriggled slightly as Voldemort opened their link even more and pushed through his feelings of pride at Harry. "Really, you're not mad?"

"No. I should be. But what else should I have expected of my little Slytherin, hmm?" The sensation of pride turned to one of indulgence threaded with arousal. "But I think you should still make it up to me." And to make it clear what he meant, Voldemort pushed Harry off his lap, and spread his legs, allowing Harry room to kneel between them.

Harry let his own growing arousal spill through their bond, starting the glorious feed-back loop, that they only occasionally indulged, in to grow.

Voldemort was barely hard when Harry pulled open his robes, and undid the buttons of his pants, the man forgoing underwear as he did whenever he planned to see Harry. Harry stroked him a few times, enjoying the feeling of soft flesh slowly hardening in his hand, but soon shuffled closer and pulled the head into his mouth, suckling gently. It didn't take long for the cock to harden fully then, and Harry swiftly fell into the pattern he knew his lord liked best, deep sucks down to the root of his shaft, with particular attention paid to the head when he was getting close.

It didn't take long, Voldemort having no need to hold his pleasure off, and likely having been anticipating this for most of the day. As his seed spurted across Harry's tongue, Harry swallowing it down as it came, Voldemort pushed his hands through Harry's hair a couple of times, then held onto him tighter, and apparated them to his bedroom, Voldemort now seated on the bed, with Harry still kneeling before him. Harry fought down his reaction to the unexpected travel and instead sucked on his lords cock softly, pulling out the last drops of come.

His lord spelled him undressed, and ordered him onto the bed. As Harry lay on his back, head on the pillows and thighs spread wide so Voldemort could fit between them, he happily lost his mind to the pleasure flowing through him, knowing he would have this for the night before he would have to go back to Hogwarts and his new responsibilities there.

AN: Um. Been a while, yeah? Sorry, darlings. I've found my flow with this one again, I think. So sending this out there to test the waters, and I'll get back to you. Have some smut as an apology.

I have an ao3 account, under the same pen name as this one, so if i get much more graphic than this I'll post those bits over there, but I'll let you know if I do.

Let me know what you think.

Apologies again.

xx

Whitsie