Voldemort
Harry wasn't Harry.
That wasn't Harry.
Harry didn't have wings.
Harry didn't have such a powerful aura, even with scoring 1618 on the blood analysis.
Harry didn't dress in leather.
Harry was just a boy, a kid, a pet.
Harry wasn't that quiet.
Ever.
The bo- the young man in front of him stood up and simply stared at Voldemort.
The man had black hair, bronze skin, a firm though not squared jaw, lean powerful muscles, leather garments tightly fitted to said muscles, a pair of large feathered charcoal wings, and- he had green eyes.
Bright green eyes that met his and seemed to be inviting him to do- something.
Nagini slithered in, distracting Voldemort, and he turned his attention to her instead, staring just as noncomprehendingly as he had at the new person in the room.
~Harry, when did you get so sexy? I think my Master is drooling.~
No response from Voldemort.
~I don't know Nagini. Maybe calling him Daddy short circuited his brain?~
~You didn't!~ she said, adding inflection to her speech as if scandalized, though far too amused to be genuinely so ~You know, I heard that men can go a bit funny about the head if they abstain for too long. He's not had sex with anyone since his rebirth. Too obsessed with his books.~
~Really? Should I try to fix that?~
~I mean, I suppose you could, but I think you might want to wait till he's a more active participant. You said you were a masochist earlier? I suppose you could shed your funny skin and see if that gets his attention? I hear he likes a nice, plump ass, and from the looks of it you fit the requirements.~
The words were sort of just passing the Dark Lord by as he tried to make sense of the situation.
This seeming apathy, however, vanished the second Harry's lips brushed over his. It was chaste, just a momentary brush, but then he whispered, "Daddy," against his lips, and he lost it.
He didn't have a daddy kink, even if he thought Harry calling him his dad in front of a room full of medical wizards was one of the funniest things he'd ever had the pleasure of being part of.
He'd made a promise though.
"You so had this coming," Voldemort said, hoisting Harry up over his shoulder and walking towards his room, hand firmly on the feature Nagini had remarked upon moments before.
This was definitely his Harry. No one else (human, that is to say) could be such a smartass.
They were out of earshot when Nagini said ~I'm such a good life therapist. Too bad I can't use earplugs.~ and slithered away to find her heated rock.
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Dark Lord's Pet
FanficAfter nearly getting killed by his uncle in the August before fifth year, Harry's magic, in a last ditch effort to save him, sends him to a powerful person with a similar magical signature. That person just happens to be one that wants to kill him. ...
