Welcome to my new Harry/Voldie story! XD Okay so the plots been seen before (been used like a whore on Friday night) but hopefully my spin on it won't bore the crap out of you.

Harry from the future trades places with Harry from the past, and neither one are overly happy about it. Harry/Voldemort, Seamus/Dean, SLASH, rape

Chapter One I'd Rather be Dead!

Harry sighed softly as he turned over, snuggling deeper into his blankets. They felt soft this morning, maybe the house elves of Hogwarts were cleaning them a new way. He yawned slowly, knowing that if he was late to his morning Potions class, Snape would have a bitch fit, and he didn't want to deal with that. He yawned and sat up, rubbing both eyes with his hands. He froze there as he heard a soft sigh and felt an arm wrap around his waist. He snorted. "Dean, you went to bed with the wrong white boy ag-Ah!" He screamed as he looked down, seeing that it wasn't Dean laying in bed next to him, but someone with fair skin and dark wavy hair. What the hell was this? A confused Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff? But how had he gotten in here?

Harry hoped with dread that he hadn't somehow been convinced by the Weasley's to get drunk again last night and forgot what he had done, but he didn't have a head ache like the last time that happened. "Hey...hey you." Harry poked the man's face who opened his eyes, looking up at him. This guy was not young enough to be on Hogwarts, by far. He gasped in surprise, wondering what sort of pervert would crawl into a teenager's bed. And why did it always happen to him? He strangely felt that he knew who this man was, as well...

"Harry?" The man asked, and Harry felt his skin go cold. That voice...This was none other then Voldemort! Looking like his Tom Riddle self! He yelled in surprise and kicked the man away, right off the bed. Searching around he found his wand under his pillow and pointed it at the man who stood, rubbing his side.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?" Harry screamed at him. He wasn't in Hogwarts, he quickly realized. He was somewhere else entirely. "Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did you get naked?"

Voldemort was...confused. He woke up to find his lover looking like a teenager suddenly and screaming at him at the top of his lungs. "Harry you're going to wake the Death Eaters." He said softly, unsure of what else to say. This was bizarre, to say the least.

"Fuck the Death Eaters! How did you get me here?"

"Boy, fuck everything for you, eh?" Voldemort tilted his head and raised his own wand suddenly. Harry jumped, startled as he stared at the man, shaking all over. "Oh I know." Voldemort said suddenly. "You're role-playing, aren't you, love? A little deaging potion, eh?" He grinned at him, disarming Harry with a flick of his own wand, watching it come to him. He dropped both and jumped across the bed to his trembling lover, tackling him to the ground. "I've finally got you now, Potter." He said with a grin, sliding into his role as evil rapist Dark Lord. Harry struggled to throw him away with a yell and he grabbed both wrists, holding them above his head.

"You disgusting-ugh!" Harry grunted as Voldemort leaned down to lick his cheek playfully, stroking down his side slowly.

"Now, now Potter. Don't be so rude...I'll even go easy on you. How about a nice dicking before I kill you and make the world mine?" He purred. Voldemort was rather enjoying this. How very sweet of Harry to come up with this wonderful way to relive his glory days. He nipped at his neck playfully and Harry whimpered, trying to squirm away. "Shush, Potter. You'll enjoy it." He called his wand but ended up with Harry's in his hand. Oh well, that worked. He waved it to lube his lover's rear and his fingers before tossing it away. Harry pulled a hand free to grab for it, but Voldemort grabbed it again, holding them both with one hand as he slid his hand down to work him slowly with his long fingers. Harry started to sob suddenly.

He had lost all hope. He was captured, wandless, and seriously about to get raped by Voldemort. Nothing could be possibly worse. But he wouldn't beg. Fuck him, he wouldn't beg for anything. He couldn't help the tears, though. He never imagined Voldemort would do this before killing him. He was just going to rid him of his virginity and his dignity and then off him so easily. His crying only excited the man more, who gave him rough kisses as he worked him with his fingers. A moment later and Voldemort was deep inside him, causing him do scream in agony. This could not seriously be happening!

Voldemort looked down, shocked to see Harry wasn't hard at all. That wasn't like him. He wrapped his finger's around the boy, stroking him slowly, but nothing happened. No, this was not right. "Harry, is there something wrong?" He asked, letting the boy's hands go. Harry punched him in the face, his eyes blazing with honest anger.

"You're what's wrong! You killed everyone I care about! And not you're raping me! Fuck you, ass hole!" He spat in his face and Voldemort pulled back, totally shocked.

"Harry!" He cried. "What's gotten into you? This game isn't funny anymore!"

"No it's not!" Harry screamed back at him, going to grab his wand and point it at Voldemort, standing there naked. "I could kill you now, ass hole!"

"Harry..." Voldemort frowned as he looked down at him. "Why would you kill me? I love you, Harry."

Harry trembled at the words. Love? Did Voldemort just say he loved him?! "You need to explain now! Why did you take me from Hogwarts!"

"What? Harry you haven't been in Hogwarts for ten years..."

Harry gasped at the words. "What?" He snapped. "What year is this?" He asked with a shaky breath.

"Two thousand and-"

"WHAT!?" Harry screamed, jumping up. "This is insanity! This isn't happening, oh God this isn't happening!"

"Harry..." Voldemort was slowly beginning to realize what was happening. Well, sort of. "You're not my Harry, are you? You...you look like the Harry I once hated." He frowned. "The old Harry."

"You have to be kidding me!" Harry cried. "Even if you're right, in what hell do I become Voldemort's lover?!"

"Well..." Voldemort frowned at him. What an ass hole thing to say...but Harry wasn't himself. "Harry you became my lover shortly after joining my side."

"What?" Harry gasped. He betrayed the light!? "I would never do that!"

"Harry when the muggles started to take over, you saw that they were only killing us. You realized I was right, Harry."

"No...no this can't be real!" Harry cried in horror.

"Harry...you and every wizard in the world joined me, to destroy all the evil muggles..."

Harry curled up on the floor, gasping in shock. Destroy the evil muggles...

Oooo0000oooO

"Dean...Gods...go lower." Seamus cried from across the room and Harry's eyes flew open in surprise. What the hell were those horn dogs doing in his house, let alone his room! He sat up to tell them off when he realized he wasn't sitting in his bed. He looked to his left, but no Voldemort lay there. And these curtains...he hadn't slept in his four poster bed in ages! He pushed the curtains open to see it bright outside already. The other beds were empty, save the one Seamus and Dean were screwing in with the curtains shut.

"What are you wankers doing?" Harry called as his mind tried to process this.

"Oh Harry!" Dean said in surprise. "I thought you went to class with the others! Get dressed, Seamus!"

"But Dean..." Seamus whined. "Potter you need to stop sleeping late, even if you are the Boy-Who-Lived." He called. Harry stared at them as the two got up and shuffled out of the room without looking at him, to busy straightening their clothes. No one had called him the Boy-Who-Lived in a long long time. And who was Seamus to talk, getting in a morning fuck before classes!

So, this wasn't his home. Dean and Seamus were teenagers screwing like bunnies, and he was at Hogwarts. He had gone back in time somehow. But how?! He had laid down and fallen asleep next to his Lord the night before, and now he was ten years in the past. Before he ever even joined Voldemort and became his lover. Before he ever even joined the dark side to defeat the muggles!

Holy crap!

Holy fuck!

Holy cock-sucker!

He stood and went to the mirror, looking at himself in it. He still looked like his older self, and he knew that wouldn't do at all. They'd be on to him in a second, looking like this. He used his wand to change himself, bringing back his one youthful appearance. He hoped that whoever had sent him to this time hadn't planned for him to hide his identity. This situation smelled of foul play, and he would strangle whoever found a way to do this to him. What if he was in a pensive, and not back in time? He had to try an figure this out...first he had to get some deaging potion to hide this problem. The spell was hard to keep up, and drained him. Well, he would have to tell one person who he really was then. The one person he knew he could trust right now.

Harry was greeted as he walked down stairs by the other students, but he barely noticed them. He nodded his head slightly and was glad to not see Ron and Hermione, knowing they would follow him. He walked into Snape's class room and felt panic when he realized why he hadn't seen them. Ron, Hermione, Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Neville...And even Seamus and Dean sat in the room, and they all looked up at him.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor. Sit down, Potter."

"I need to talk to you." Harry said, storming to Snape. Everyone stared at him in shock and Snape looked at him with murder in his eyes.

"I said sit down, Potter."

"No, you old bat. We need to talk!" Harry retorted. He hadn't been scared of Snape for years, the man slept, ate, and shit in the dungeons of his home with Voldemort. Snape glared daggers at him and stood, slightly red faced with anger. He grabbed Harry's arm and drug him from the room, everyone watching in shock.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Harry snapped at him as he was drug away and shoved into a wall by the Potions master, the door to the class room slamming shut.

"No Potter, just what do you think you're doing insulting me and defying my orders? 100 points from Gryffindor, and detention for a month!" He snapped to Harry, who smirked at him. Severus felt in that moment that he was surely going to punch the smug Golden Boy's lights out.

"Geez I forgot how much we used to not get along...Look Severus, I need some help."

"Potter, you are truly- What are you doing? Return yourself to normal at once!" He said as Harry removed the spell from himself.

"Severus this is my real self. Listen, I know you're secretly on the Dark Lord's side, and that you believe the muggles are going to take us over and try to control us all." Harry explained to him and Severus's eyes widened in shock.

Oh damn. He had to get out of here. How had Potter found out such top secret information? No one on the light side was to know!

"I know your plans to over take us at the end of this year." He added. He knew what year in school he was because of his morning potion's class. He had only had that his seventh year. "But it's never going to happen."

Severus backed away. He had to get to Voldemort and warn him. Voldemort was going to kill him! But how had he found out?

"Severus wait. I know this because this is the real me, from ten years in the future. I have come back here some how, and you're the only person in the castle I can trust."

"What?" Severus blinked. "You are mad, Potter!"

"How else do you explain me knowing these things? The real Harry Potter from this time is perfectly ignorant of these facts, I promise."

That would explain why he knew the plan but... "The Boy-Who-Lived joins us?" He asked in shock.

"Of course. When the muggles start the take over I join you to defeat them." He told Severus.

"Muggle take over...?" Severus said slowly, but Harry ignored him.

"Now you have to help me, and get me some deaging potion so no one finds out about this." He said quickly. "We can't let the plan get out before the muggles start to take over, it'll mess everything in the future up."

"What...?" Severus couldn't believe this. The muggles tried to revolt? "Did we win?"

"Of course we won, Severus." Harry rolled his eyes. "Potion, please?" Severus nodded shakily then turned and headed into the classroom, past the students. He went to the back room and pulled several deaging potions off the shelf, knowing he'd have to make many more. What this seriously happening? The Golden Boy joined them, and they defeated all the muggles. He would have to tell his lord right away. Or could he? Was he even his lord in the future, or was Potter is lord? Oh that sounded awful... He walked past the students and shut the door once more, ignoring their stares. He handed over the potion. "Take half for teenage." He explained, and Harry did so, his appearance changing. "That looks about right...Now Potter...what happens to our Lord?"

"He is still our Lord." Harry said. "My lover is a very good leader, keeps everyone in the world in line. Not really an easy task, I assure you." He said and Severus felt like he would fall over dead any moment. Not a very common feeling for the Potions master, who had very careful control of his emotions. But this was to much.

"You and the Dark Lord?" He said in surprise.

"Yes. We become lovers." Harry smiled at him. Severus stared at him in disbelief, then slowly shook his head. If this could happen, it would only happen to Potter. "I think maybe an enemy might have sent me back here. We still have a few, considering Voldemort's control of every person on the planet. Not everyone is a huge fan." He explained.

"Well Potter, we can't go telling the whole world about this, I hope you realize. We will have to keep this a secret, and I will begin research to return you back to your annoying teenage self and send you to your proper place in time."

"Sounds good...I hope Voldemort is doing okay without me..." He said softly, frowning.

Yeah I'll try and make my reasoning understandable for why they switched!