"Well Potter, I must admit I had not expected this from you," hissed the serpentine Dark Lord, Voldemort from his throne. Before him stood an angry, recently of-age Harry Potter, fresh from a brutal duel with Bellatrix Lestrange. Surprisingly, Lord Voldemort's most favored Death Eater is still quivering in pain on the floor behind her younger opponent.
Harry smirked, "You've seen the way they treat me, their so called 'savior'. I hate the Ministry, Voldemort... and I've grown to despise the majority of wizards all-together. You've made me this offer once before, though I suspect that was merely a grab to use me to get the Stone... But now I want in. I want to join you."
Voldemort calmly observed his formidable nemesis with a thoughtful expression. To be honest, he had expected the boy to come barging in and initiate a duel to the death, but Lord Voldemort was instead offered the greatest weapon in the war he's yet to acquire - the Boy-Who-Lived himself.
No mere child anymore, but a man, fully capable of rendering his most hardened Death Eater helpless in his wake, shredded to an inch of her life. Voldemort came to a decision and smiled, "Than I welcome you, Harry. You have proven your worth by defeating Bellatrix here so completely... and so while I will not initiate you in to the Death Eater ranks, I will allow you to be my apprentice - to be trained to one day rule as equals, eternal and forever powerful.
"Once she pulls herself off the floor... Bellatrix will see you to your quarters, which are to be beside, and connected to, my own. Bella! Your failure today will not go unpunished."
"M-Master," panted the defeated witch, "Master I'm sorry..."
"I have little use for a servant who has proven she cannot best Potter in a one-on-one duel... though I must now acknowledge his rather formidable skill. I should kill you... but Harry - do you find your late godfather's sister attractive?"
Harry appraised a heaving Bellatrix with a critical eye, taking in the view of her voluptuous breasts and hour glass body, "I do, Master."
Voldemort smirked, "Then I give her to you, to do as you please in your spare time. I suggest you make use of her often... for if you tire of her, her usefulness will be completely null and her life forfeit."
Bellatrix, for her worth, seemed grateful for her life, even if it meant living as a sex-slave to a barely legal boy she used to delight in taunting. Knowing she'd have to obey her Lord, she shakily stood and smiled lustfully at Harry, "This way, my master. I believe my Lord implies that you have time to get used to your new life now before you are called to service."
So Harry was lead to his new living space, opulently decorated in Slytherin colors and high-society furnishings. Seeing Bellatrix exposing an enticing amount of cleavage for his sake, Harry decided to lay some ground rules, "Bella, unless I say otherwise, while in this room you will wear no more than your lingerie. Also, I don't want to risk you getting pregnant, are you aware of any spells to prevent that?"
Bella grinned, "I've long been under the Child Control spell, master. You need not fear me bearing child... unless you wish it, of course."
Harry nodded, "Good. Now unless I'm very much mistaken... you're looking a bit overdressed."
Harry's sex-slave smiled and began removing her clothes... |