DRABBLE: Patriarch
Entry for Challenge # 3 at voldemort100

title: Patriarch
rating: NC17
words: 100x3
pairing: harry/voldy
summary: Voldemort's new ideas for the wizarding world involve Harry in ways he doesn't like.
warnings: almost girl!harry, almost mpreg, dub/non con, angst, pain, genderchange
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Harry shifted anxiously in his seat as he waited for the dark lord to speak. Voldemort sipped his wine thoughtfully as Harry obediently sipped the pumpkin juice set before him.

"Now that you've had the potion Snape so brilliantly created for me..." Voldemort hissed, just as Harry sipped the last of his pumpkin juice. "I will tell you what is to come."

Harry almost choked on that last drop. He dropped the goblet on the table and stared wide eyed at Voldemort.

"Your body will change drastically, tonight." Voldemort said, a smirk gliding across his palid features, "and you will bear my children."

"How?"

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Tears leaked heavily as Harry writhed on the dark lord's bed. He could hear himself crying desperately.

The twisting in his guts continued as he cried, his traitorous cock hard. Harry sobbed into one of the pillows and heard Voldemort shift in his seat.

A new surge of pain shot through him as Harry felt his cock being pushed forward by something else that was forming behind his balls. He felt wetness dribble between his legs and wondered if it was blood or something else.

The pain started to subside, and Voldemort was on him, all over his new, untouched region.

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Harry shivered as the door opened in the next room, cutting through the hard won heat of the Dark Lord's Private rooms. Rooms he now shared with Harry.

Without greeting, Voldemort approached and put his hand possessively over Harry's bulging stomach.

"Why me?" Harry asked again, his eyes prickling with tears at the mix of fear, pain, and joy.

"For a strong generation." Voldemort hissed in their soon-to-be-not-so-secret tongue.

"And when it's done?" Harry asked, his hand running along the fabric of his sweater, further warming the maternal bump.

"Then I'll be king." Voldemort hissed, almost whimsically. "Patriarch of the Parseltongue..."

"And me?"

"Their Matriarch. My mate."