OS TOMARRY/HARRYMORT

POV TOM RIDDLE, ENGLISH VERSION

When he turned 12, he was finally mine. I didn't want him in that way yet and anyway that kind of thoughts were forbidden to me.

When he turned 13, his body began to take its adult shape and my first desires woke up and I didn't satisfy them. My thoughts blossomed but I chased them away. For now, I taught him.
Black magic, obedience and submission.

When he turned 14, his body was already beautifully sculpted by the everyday training I made him follow. The thoughts became more insistent, it already happened to me to feel affected by his only presence, even more when he wore some expressions or positions.

When he turned 15, his perfect body was a call to sin. I wanted him more than anything, but I still had one year to wait. My pulsions became tiresome, detrimental because they were ubiquitous. Every night I had to relieve myself. I spent my whole time to think about what this body could do and how many of my fantasies he could satisfy.
Each day was torture and every night was immoderation.
My thoughts wandered and always ended up at the same place, him.

When he turned 16, I finally had the right to touch him, but astonishingly, the lift of the interdiction had had a direct effect on my envy.
I still desired him, obviously, but I still had control on my pulsions.
I now asked myself on his will, would he be willing to do it ? Did he want me ? If yes, at the same point as me or more ?
He still haunted me, only, it was more delicious this time. More delicate if I can say.
Before, it was just a simple bestiary desire, I desired him so much that I wounded myself. Today, my patience plays with my reason.

When he turned 17, I couldn't hold it anymore. I touched him at last. And I discovered that our desires were reciprocal. Only, he had add something. Passion.
And it's at that moment that our relations became more and more passionate, some of our sexual relations were even soft. Far from the bestiality of our firsts.

When he turned 18, I discovered that in fact, he didn't add passion but love. And I didn't know it yet but me too, I already loved him.
He should have felt it but he was waiting for the words.

When he turned 20, I said the words he so awaited for, at last.
During our whole relationship, we almost never had conflicts since the beginning of our sexual relations.
But I needed to go, he got mad, I awaited that reaction. I had say these words that I meant and for the first time, that night, we made love.
I could tell the difference, it was no softness or passion, because we already did sex of that kind before.
No, it was way beyond that. For the first time, I had felt a divine sensation, I almost felt bad for having known that much pleasure. The 7th heaven really existed, he had proven it.

The day after, I was gone. The rage and despair that followed helped me to lead my projects to success.

Leur maître n'est autre qu'Harry.
Today, I'm dead. But my plans were lead to success and the world now belongs to wizards, and more, to darkness.
I knew he would follow me. In any of my decisions and that he would follow every and each of my wills. And all of that, for love's sake.

It was our advantage. Because, according to Dumbledore, only love can win. He didn't foresee that an evil love could exist.
Even dead, I know that my power and Harry's will reign until the end of time.
Because our unpredictable love, born into Hell's flames is simply invincible. Our Love, that is worthy of that capital, is mad, vicious, cunning, ambitious, miserly. It's simply the Devil's Love, but it stays a beautiful one. And that's what makes its power.

So this is the English version, if you liked it, feel free to ask for a Harry POV. :)
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