Voldemort, Tom Riddle and You - Alphas Mate (Harry Potter reader-insert fic)

The Portkey

Warning: This chapter includes gore and mutilation. Honestly, I'm not a fan of writing violence and I don't like to use it just for creating a shocking effect, yet without the violence the character would not stay true to himself.

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A depressing, nerve-racking silence passes for you, in which both wizards look out the window. You wonder if you are giving in to a false hope. The Runespoor doesn't know Voldemort is a Parselmouth. If the snake speaks, it's probably just about how it has been driven out of its winter nest, you think, and instantly you feel great desperation. You feel the rope cutting deeper into your skin, cutting off your blood circulation. You feel your arms and legs tingling, as if countless ants are running along beneath your skin, feel your arms and legs slowly going numb, while your wounded hand throbs dullly with every heartbeat.

"Get back!" booms the deep, rough voice of their leader.

You look past the legs of the Alpha, who carries you over his shoulder, towards the window, and you see their leader raise his wand, while the wizard beside him jumps hastily away from the window.

At that very moment, black smoke shoots through the window into the hotel room and hits the floor right in front of you. Men's shoes made of black leather appear exactly where the smoke was a moment ago. You raise your head as best you can, but before you can look into the wizard's face, you are whirled through the air: You feel that the Alpha is gone, over whose shoulder you were just dangling, and you think you hear him moaning in pain after you hear a loud thud. And then you fall... You are aware you are going to hit the wooden floor quite hard because your arms and legs are still bound; you will not be able to soften the impact and you are preparing for the inevitable pain.

Oof!

Your air is pushed out of your lungs as an arm wraps itself around your belly, catching you, albeit not gently. You smell him at once, and his masculine and for your Omega instincts highly attractive Alpha smell envelops you and makes you feel like you're sitting in an armchair, curled up under a soft blanket near a fireplace. You feel warm. You notice how your thoughts are becoming calmer, feel your fast beating heart take on a slower, more even rhythm, you feel your stomach stop squirming and cramping. You relax because your Alpha will protect you -

He is no longer your Alpha!, you reprimand and warn yourself instantly; your thoughts are dangerous, you think, you can't trust him, and you know after what you have done, he doesn't trust you either. You try to suppress your Omega instincts that want you to believe that Voldemort is still on your side, still fulfilling the role of your Alpha, and they flood you with a feeling of relief and a sense of safety.

"Oof!", escapes you once more when you suddenly land on the bed with your face in the mattress. You are still tied up, but you manage to roll to your side and on your back, and then you lift yourself up into a sitting position. You see Voldemort standing at the foot of the bed, his back turned to you, and with his wand he fends off curses that rush towards him. You know Voldemort is an offensive fighter, and you can barely follow his fast wand movements, they are powerful and smooth. He attacks the four wizards with non-verbal curses, and as you have seen Voldemort fight before, you recognize some of his attacking spells. You realize they are curses which cause terrible pain to their victims. You believe you can feel Voldemort's dark magical aura spreading through the room, strong, heavy and oppressive. Voldemort, you think, is like the monster among predators, devouring other predators or forcing them to submit to him.

You hear a high-pitched scream, you hear a long painful howl, and you see that Voldemort has hit the witch's wand hand with a curse. Her cries do not fade, they are shrill, and you feel a weird taste in your mouth when you see what is happening to her. Her wand hand turns black and dies, and although it remains hidden from your eyes because of her clothes, you know the curse is eating through her flesh up her arm. You know she will be dead soon.