Requested by: STARGIRL246AA

Warnings: Incest, Mental Abuse, Emotional Abuse and Stockholm Syndrome.

AU: During October and November of 1979, Lily Evans had a lover she had met in late September, she had been broken up with James at the time and had wanted something different after dealing with his arrogance. Her lover, she had discovered in late November, was the Dark Lord in disguise trying to seduce her into giving away secrets of the Order.

She immediately cut off all ties with him and soon discovered she was pregnant with his child. In her worry, she had a one night stand with her ex-boyfriend and told him that he was the father of her baby, resulting in a shotgun wedding.

Having discovered of Lily's pregnancy, the Dark Lord confirmed that he was the father of her child and went to go take back his son.

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Narrator's POV

Fifteen year old Harry Potter's eyes fluttered open as he woke up.

The Gryffindor wasn't sure how long he had been out, the spell Peter Pettigrew cast had caused him to black out and now he was chained to a statue of the grim reaper.

Throwing a bone into the cauldron, he saw Peter Pettigrew, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"

Peter then cut Harry's palm, collected the blood and dumped it in, "B-Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!" then he cut off his own left arm, "Flesh of the servant, w-willingly given, you will revive your master!"

The cauldron began to smoke and once it cleared he saw a figure pull itself up from the liquid.

The figure was Tom Riddle...Voldemort —his chocolate brown hair dripping with the liquid and his bare muscled torso dripping as well.

"Robe me!" Voldemort commanded and Peter handed him a simple black robe

Harry watched in both shock and amazement as the Dark Lord quickly threw on the robe, got out of the cauldron and approached them.

The Dark Lord chuckled, caressing the Golden Boy's cheek, "My precious boy, mine at last."

Harry whimpered in fear, not knowing what was happening.

Before Harry could even comprehend anything that was happening, the Dark Lord clasped a locket around the teenager's neck and apparated them away —leaving Wormtail to bleed out.

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Once the apparition ended, Harry found himself standing in the foyer of a manor still be caressed by the revived Voldemort.

"W-What do you want with me?" Harry asked, wondering why he wasn't already dead

"You, my beautiful son, I want you." The Dark Lord answered, "You will be mine eternally as both my son and my bride."

"I'm not your son." Harry denied, a bout of Gryffindor bravery giving him the confidence to speak up, "And even if I was I wouldn't be your wife; that's disgusting!"

That immediately angered the man, though he didn't act on his rage no, he looked eerily calm with the rage revealed only within his blood red eyes.

Harry found himself frozen and levitated up the stairs and down the hall into a tiny room cramped with a golden human-sized birdcage.

The cage was opened and the boy locked inside and unfrozen.

The Dark Lord left the room and slammed the door shut.

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Weeks passed and Harry didn't see another living person, not even for a millisecond.

The necklace that had been forced upon him seem to prevent him from accessing his magic and removing it.

Every day, three meals appeared in his cushioned cage as well as a seemingly endless glass of cold water.

Additionally, every day, he found himself covered in foreign magic and his body cleaned and his clothes changed into slutty dresses!

Like right now, he found himself wearing black silk panties and training bra with a sleeveless dress of sheer black lace on top along with matching stockings.

And every single moment, Harry found himself well...groped by that same foreign magic that felt like a set of hands wandering his body, feeling him, tickling him.

But by the time Harry reached a month in his cage, he no longer cared whether Voldemort was actually his father or not or whether the man wanted to marry him.

The fifteen year old simply didn't care what he had to do to get out of his cage and if that meant parting his legs for his family's murderer and calling him 'daddy' then so be it.

He'd marry him gladly, be the model of obedience, and bare him dozens of children if that meant never being alone and locked up again.

"Daddy?" Harry called out into the cramped dark room, knowing the Dark Lord had been watching him with at least his magic, "Daddy?"

The formerly brave Gryffindor teared up a bit, "Daddy?"

Harry's eyes lit up as he heard the sound of the door unlocking and opening to reveal Voldemort.

"Are you going to behave this time, Harry?" The older male asked

"I'll be a good boy, Daddy." Harry promised

That pleased the red eyed man into opening his cage and letting him out.

The teenage boy shakily got out of his prison and knew his next action would define his life.

So, he ran into his daddy's arms and kissed him.

The Dark Lord immediately kissed back, deepening the kiss into a French one, dominating the boy with his tongue.

"Such a perfect boy." The Dark wizard chuckled, picking his son up and taking him to the Master bedroom...