Harry Potter One Shots

Harrymort

Voldemort threw open the cell doors and saw Harry Potter on the floor huddled in a corner. He was so different than all the other times they had fought, no longer the strong, bold, fearless Gryffindor. "What, you're not going to fight me?" Voldemort smiled and then saw the tears on Harry's face. "I can't fight you. I can't kill you without killing myself, you can't kill me without killing yourself." Harry was mumbling over and over, and Voldemort was trying to make sense of it all. Voldemort wouldn't look into Harry's mind, it could shatter it, if it wasn't already. "What do you mean killing you would be killing myself?" Voldemort crouched in front of Harry, trying to be less threatening. Harry had silent tears streaming down his face, along with blood from his nose, and apparently a cut on his head. "I told them not to hurt you!" Voldemort yelled and Harry flinched and tried to move away but he was already against the wall. "I won't hurt you until you tell me what you meant by my hurting you, is hurting me." Voldemort was holding Harry's hands trying to calm the younger man down enough that looking into his mind wouldn't make him completely useless. Harry turned and slightly leaned on Voldemort, trying to breathe normally and actually making progress. "I have a piece of your soul in me." Voldemort paused hoping that Harry would explain but he didn't. "Harry, what do you mean?" "Dumbledore told McGonagall that I had a piece of your soul inside me. They said that if I didn't die after killing you that they would kill me." Voldemort had to shove his anger down, Dumbledore wanted both Harry and himself dead and then he gets all credit and glory. "I am not going to let that happen." Harry's green eyes that were still red rimmed with giant crocodile tears that threatened to fall. "You don't want to hurt me?" Harry was so confused, he thought for sure that Voldemort would kill him even if it meant killing a part of his soul. "Of course not. You, my sweet soul, have been hurt enough." Voldemort lightly rubbed Harry's back and the teen was shocked by how much he found comfort in the man's embrace. "My sweet horcrux." Voldemort whispered softly against Harry's hair as the younger wizard cried. Harry realized he hadn't felt safe in anyone's arms except for when he was held by Sirius, or Remus, and that was only in a family way. "Why don't you want to hurt me? I have been nothing but a thorn in your side since I was born." "You Harry have never been a thorn in my side. I was insane and in pain without parts of my soul. I was drunk with power and dark magic that I didn't understand, but I never wanted to hurt anyone. I will never intentionally hurt you; I will not kill you and will protect you." Harry was surprised but settled into the man's arms and loved the warmth and safety he found in the arms of the man who was supposed to be his enemy. They felt their souls mold together, Harry's fully excepting Voldemort's and both wizards liked the feeling, it was the home they both had never had in the past. 

When it was time to storm Hogwarts, Harry lead a few of the death eaters into the wards and snuck them into the school. "Stay behind me and stay quiet." He whispered as they got closer to the weakest spot of the wards. "Yes, Little Lord." Fenrir ruffled Harry's hair and moved to his spot right behind the teen, who smiled in response to the family he had now. "Let's take down Dumbledore and his blind followers!" The small group heard Voldemort's call and went. "Time to die you mother fucker." Harry whispered and snuck past all the defenses. It was surprisingly easy to get through to the great hall where all the students and the order were, it was even easier when they all thought Harry would save them. Four years training with Voldemort and his death eaters, four years of being the equal of the dark lord, four years being the love of the darkest wizard of all time. It took four years and they still thought Harry would save them? Not going happen. "My boy!" Dumbledore was pleased to see his weapon, but his smile fell the second he saw the glint in the boy's eyes. The death eaters had made sure all the students who didn't want to fight and those too young had gotten to safety while Dumbledore fought to get into Harry's mind. "I am not your boy. I am not your anything." Harry held his wand firmly even though he didn't need it. "Harry! Don't be rude to the professor!" Molly Weasley scolded him like she did the twins when they did something she didn't like. It was hard to keep a straight face, but he was able to use all the hate that had built up and shove into a small box until he really needed it. "I am not one of your children. I am an adult treat me like one Molly." Harry said while the woman's face went redder than her hair and you could almost see the steam come out of her ears. "I have had enough of this conversation. I am surprised you haven't realized that it was a diversion." The order members who were gathered looked thoroughly confused until they saw the black smoke appear as death eaters apparated right into the great hall of Hogwarts. When Dumbledore saw Voldemort, he was shocked but then smiled and looked at Harry pointedly. "You won't win Tom, even if you tried." Voldemort smiled evilly and came up behind Harry. "Harry, Babe, you need to do something." Ginny Weasley pleaded only to have a cutting curse thrown at her. "Shut up bitch!" The spell narrowly missed her but rebounded and deeply cut her leg. "Harry, you need to fight him. That is what you are here for." Dumbledore tried but Harry smiled and leaned into Voldemort. "Why on earth would I raise my wand against my lover?" Voldemort groaned quietly and pulled Harry into a kiss. Ginny screamed, the Order almost fainted and then tried to convince Harry that somehow Voldemort had made him to believe that they were in love. "He obviously has you under spells and potions Mate." Ron tried only to have the cruciatus curse thrown at him by Bellatrix Lestrange. "No one has done anything like that to him you useless blood traitor!" She screeched and laughed manically when Hermione tried to stand up to her, but her magic failed spectacularly. Dumbledore was surprised by the dark wizard's combined cutting curse. The old man died instantly choking on his own blood. Everyone was in shock, enough that the death eaters could take control of the situation and soon the order was rounded up ready for their judgment by the dark couple who now made a claim to being the leaders of the wizarding world. 

So I recently watched all of the Saw movies and now think that Voldy would be like Jigsaw, (Kramer not that whatever his name was). The next one-shot will have some parts inspired by the traps in Saw, so if you don't want the gore and blood, I would highly suggest skipping the next one ~JessRose