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People may tell you that his purpose in life was what his father wanted him to be, an Auror who defeated the Dark Lord. But Harry would tell you something completely different. Since the Dark Lord had told him that he was actually the man he saw as his own and only friend, there had been no other thought in Harry’s mind but that he belonged to the man and that he had to stay and be with him.
So it was no wonder you would found the nineteen wizard sprawled on a mattress with a cock all the way up his ass.
This is where he belonged, in the Dark Lord’s arms.
Harry moaned in painful pleasure as the man hit his prostate over and over again.
Harry’s world as he knew it was in ruin. The Dark Lord had changed it and was still changing it. There would always be people who would fight back, but it didn’t matter to Harry. He would not be one of those.
“Right there.” Harry’s back arched. If felt so good…
After killing his own father and Harry’s mind had finally realized it he had blamed it on his lover. The man had merely raise an eyebrow at the teen and left him locked on his bedroom. Next time Harry saw the man he was full of blood and the next day when Harry read the news paper his fiancée death was in the front page. Harry’s hands had trembled; the man had made him kill his own father and had sex with him. He had gone kill Ginny and then come home and fucked Harry senseless. And Harry had let him…
“Who do you belong to?”
He had let him because they both know where and to who Harry belonged.
“Voldemort.” He whimpered and the spell on his cock was released, letting him came.
Lips appeared on his ear, and a tongue licked it.
“Good boy.”