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It was the night of the third task. Cedric was already dead and Voldemort had sent away his death eaters. Even now, Harry could feel his body reacting to the dark wizard. The ritual had not only given him back his body, but also the good looks of Tom Riddle.
Voldemort smirked. "Do you like what you see? I can see your excitement Potter."
Harry gulped, knowing there was no point in trying to lie. It was quite obvious. "Maybe I do."
Voldemort gracefully slid over to the young boy who was standing next to Cedric's lifeless body. The snake Harry's cheek with rough hands, and Harry leant into the touch against his will.
Harry whimpered and the snake pulled away. "Please…"
Voldemort looked thoughtful. "I hate to admit it, but I want it too. It would only be for this one night though."
Without thinking about the consequences, Harry nodded. He knew he would regret it, but he wanted it so badly. "Just one night…"
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Harry was right when he said he would regret it. He found out about one month later that the one night of passion had caused him to get pregnant.
