It was half past eleven when a young, tall, dark haired man stood dressed in a simple expensive black robes in front of Albus Dumbledore's office. He looked handsome and confident, but a bit impatient. He was waiting. For someone to come because, embarrassingly, he had a perfect plan and it was all going well except for the fact of not knowing the password to Dumbledore's office. A man in a portrait nearby was watching him steadily, "What are you doing?" he asked.

The waiting man turned, "I'm here for an appointment with Albus Dumbledore," He stated.

"Would you like me to tell him you are here?" The portrait asked.

"Yes. That would be helpful," the man stressed the last word sarcastically, which made the portrait man frown.

"What's your name?" The portrait man asked brashly to the somewhat surprised visitor.

"You can tell him it's an old friend."

Tapping his feet restless, he noticed the gargoyles open and let way for him to pass. He noticed the beautiful carvings on the way up to the man's office. the old man hasn't changed one bit, he sneered to himself. A minute later upon reaching a small platform and a door, he knocked politely.

"Come in," a voice sounded.

In the cosy circular room, sat Albus Dumbledore, behind his desk writing a letter.

He looked up for a moment, then put his writing instruments away. Sitting back in his chair, his face showed one emotion. Surprise.

"Hello, Tom," he simply greeted, not appearing to be shocked by Voldemort's arrival.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," Voldemort chuckled, even though inside, he was miffed with the old coot's reaction.

"Why don't you take a seat, and have a lemon drop while you're at it." Albus was aware of his Muggle hate, obviously, "They are wonderfully tasty and tantalise the buds extremely well, although in measure,"

"Oh I'm sure they do," Voldemort sat down in the warm chair, "And I'm charmed to be offered this apparent... delicacy," Voldemort struggled to find a word for the last part, on purpose, "But you as well as I know that people don't come at eleven thirty to eat sweeties,"

"It's a big shame as well, if only more of the students were inclined to confide in me," Dumbledore sighed dramatically, as if no student would ever even think to be in awe of him, "But some pupils never did confide, did they Tom?"

Voldemort stared at the Headmaster's portraits behind Dumbledore, and looking at Dippet, he said, "I'm sure they will,"

"How did you get in?" Asked Dumbledore curiously, although he had some thoeries.

"Doesn't matter," shrugged Voldemort playing with his wand,"What matters is why I'm here and I'll say it straight. I'm tired."

"Well it's nearly midnight, I am too. Tom, be serious, you did not come to your former transfiguration professor to complain about lethargia."

"I'm tired of this battle between us, between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters,"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You're tired." He said bluntly in a fashion not really of Dumbledore's.

The dark haired boy nodded.

Dumbledore inquisited, "How do you look so similar as to your youth?"

Tom smiled at this, "When I made my first horcrux, I learned that it permenantly made you look like, what you currently looked like, forever, unless you were in a spirit form. It didn't change physical features much, only your spirit's features."

At this Dumbledore looked amused for a minute before asking with a laugh, "Have the Death Eaters seen you like that?"

"Like what?" Tom furrowed his brows at the old man who seemed intent not to talk seriously.

"Like a boy wizard!" Dumbledore finished with a proud look.

"I have grown taller, and more mature to an extent. Besides, Bellatrix Lestrange becomes awfully nice when you look like this,"

"Oh I bet she does, she's a funny girl. Plays with her food far too much. A habit she was fond of in school, I remember,"

Voldemort smirked, she certainly liked playing with something...

"Anyway! You wanted to surrender to us, draw treaties, make friends and such,"

Tom spoke cautiously, "I don't want a surrender, I want a peace treaty. Perhaps some of ours and yours could meet for dinner one day?"

"This is a very important matter in the Wizarding world, Tom. Do you want Ministry involvement?"

"No. Definitely not. Ever."

"Then we must keep this with utmost secrecy. I will invite the most important members of my order and you can invite the important death eaters."

"Agreed," Voldemort said, then offered something he wasn't going to originally, "Can I host it at Riddle Manor?"

Dumbledore scratched his head and then smiled, "As long as you promise to host dinner. Not a tradegy."

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore," Tom shook his hand and went to stand up, when the door opened.

McGonagall came in with two students from Slytherin.

"I'm very sorry Professor, but these two students have breached the rules and Severus unfortunately can't deal with them. He's ill and in the infirmary, brewing up Potions for himself,"

"The man needs a break," Dumbledore shook his head, "Why've we got a nurse?"

"Can I leave the children in your care? I will wait for them once they're done so I can take them safely to their dorms,"

She turned on her heel and walked out.

The children were teenagers, about fifth year ones, a girl and a boy.

"Oh dear," Dumbledore looked at them, "It is a particularly cold stormy night, I find, and I think the best solution would be hot chocolate, agreed?"

The students stared at Dumbledore in disbelief, "I wish Snape had colds more often," the girl smlrked. Four hot mugs of brown cocoa with whipped cream and sparkling marmallows had appeared on the table. Two magically levitated to the students who were sitting and the other two were for Dumbledore and Tom.

"Professor Snape thankfully stays in good health, as he is a fine Potions Master as Head of House. Mr Filch would've expelled you two."

"What did you do?" Asked Tom to the students.

"Draco attacked me in the corridor," sniffed the girl suddenly. She had looked upset until the hot chocolate.

"Where?" Tom persisted.

Dumbledore thought he'd let Tom deal with this discipline just to see how he worked.

"I was walking to the dormitory when Draco grabbed me from behind and pushed me against the wall," she said now glaring at Draco.

How interesting, thought Voldemort, Lucius's son grabbed girls at night. He wondered if his father knew this.

"Why were you so late going to dorms?" He asked.

"I needed the bathroom," she said almost too quickly.

"In the kitchen, near the cupcakes?" Tom smirked and looked into her mind, and her robe front which was stained with crumbs and icing,

He moved onto Draco Malfoy next. "Why did you think it was OK to grab her?" He asked.

Draco looked a bit scared at this new man, "I did it for a joke, she always takes things so seriously!"

"You pinched my butt!" She shouted at him.

"For a joke, for goodness sake!" He yelled back.

"20 points taken off Slytherin for being out at night, ten taken off for being in the kitchens, ten taken off for touching inappropriately,"

Dumbledore finally spoke up, "That was a good punishment but if it happens again I will take McGonagall's advice and remove 50 points off each offender."

Then he added on a lighter note, "Hope you enjoyed the Hot Chocolate, goodnight for today!"

They left the room, and Voldemort soon left as well, after they had made plans.

Dumbledore had a lot to tell to a lot of people tomorrow.