TITLE: The Lord and his Lady

SUMMARY: Anastasia had never thought she would fall in love. She had never thought that she would fall in love with the person who murdered her parents. She had always been dark. She knew and accepted that. But was she so dark as to become the first Dark Lady since Morgana Le Fay and rule alongside the most ruthless Dark Lord since his ancestor Salazar Slytherin?

MAIN PAIRING: Anastasia Persephone Potter (FemHarry) x Tom Riddle Jr./Lord Voldemort

GENRES: Drama & Romance

RATING: Actual rating T, but rated M for safety.

"Normal Speech"

'Thoughts'

~Parseltongue~

Prologue

Anastasia Persephone Potter had never been a good little girl. She had learned the hard way that the good guys only won in books and movies where the hero or heroine miraculously saved the day either by escaping when a careless guard left the cell door wide open or fell asleep, or most of the time, by firing some very large guns.

In reality, it was the bad guys who won most of the time.

She had made up her mind from the day she learned this that she would not be a good little girl. She may not become evil, but she certainly wouldn't be good. For if there was one thing besides her relatives that she hated, it was losing.

And so, because the bad guys always won, she gave up trying to be the good little girl she knew she never could be.

Chapter 1: Part 1: Second Year

The shimmering form of part of one Tom Marvolo Riddle's soul, waited hidden in the shadows beneath the face of his ancestor; Salazar Slytherin, watching in detached curiosity as the Potter girl stumbled her way into the chamber. He watched bemusedly as she approached the prone form of the Weasley girl, her wand held firmly in front of her, her eyes scanning the chamber cautiously. A cautious Griffindor? Where was the rashness? Any other Griffindor would have chucked their wand away and run towards the bitch, screaming the girl's name and asking her to wake up instead of trying a simple, fucking Enervate! But not this one. Surprising, and unexpected. His plans were useless now. He had been arrogant and not thought of a back-up plan.

He silently cursed himself for underestimating her.

He saw her eyes fix onto him and her wand came around swiftly, aiming right between his eyes. He was secretly impressed. He walked out calmly with his hands raised, curiously examining the girl in front of him. She was beautiful, even at twelve, he could see. She was surprisingly matured and developed for her age, although the school robes, hid that to some extent, but not from his unusually sharp and keen eyes. Her hair was a deep, midnight black that framed her heart shaped face perfectly. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green and she had perfectly formed eyebrows and long eyelashes. She had high, curved cheekbones and her lips were full and pouty. She looked like a goddess.

"Finished checking me out?", she asked him drily, and he flushed; flushed slightly in embarrassment. Her voice was bell-like and chiming and he found himself mesmerized. He wanted to hear more.

He mentally slapped himself. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she had Veela blood inside her.

She was waiting for a reply, tapping her foot impatiently, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He noticed that the wand never moved from his face. He tried to flatter his way out of it. It had worked well enough before.

"Just started actually", he said giving her a roguish smirk, that had melted and broken many hearts. She rolled her eyes. "You really need better pick-up lines teen-Voldy"

He started, but other than a slight raising of his eyebrows and widening of his eyes, he didn't give any outward impression that her words had shocked him. "You are smart", he mused. "How did you know?".

She smirked. "Your name. Tom Marvolo Riddle. It's an anagram. It took me all of ten minutes to work out", she bragged, before becoming serious again.

"So...any reason you need that annoying little brat?", she asked motioning to the Weasley. He looked at her surprised. "Where's your Griffindor-ish concern for all things Light and Dumbledore?"

She snorted. "It died the day he left me to be raised by the worst sort of muggles". Tom's eyes sharpened as he looked at her. "The Girl-Who-Lived raised by muggles?", he asked incredulously. "Come on! Dumbles had to know I wasn't dead. The Hogwarts wards would have told him otherwise. Doesn't he see the need for you to be trained?".

Anastasia snorted. "So eager to die Riddle?".

"Don't call me that!", he snapped irritatedly. She rolled her eyes. "So touchy. And to answer your question, he felt the need to ensure that I got to enjoy a proper childhood'.

"Let me guess, that didn't work out?".

"Ya think?", she asked him sarcastically. "I slept in a fucking cupboard for Merlin's sake! I was used as a house elf!", she exclaimed. "I was beaten! I didn't know what I was until I got my letter! I was told that I was a freak! I thought my parents died in a fucking car crash! How in the name of Merlin's saggy left nipple is that a normal childhood?".

Tom opened his mouth, but she screamed at him. "It was a rhetorical question! And he knew! He fucking knew! He told me, and I quote; 'When I left you that day on Halloween at Number 4, Privet Drive, I knew that I would be condemning you to ten, long and difficult years'. He knew they hated magic! And he still left me!", she sobbed sinking to her knees. "He fucking left me", she cried bitterly, her sobs echoing around in the silence of the chamber.

Tom looked uneasy. He could communicate with the other horcruxes and his real self, and so he knew that he had dreamt of this moment for the last twelve years; his mortal enemy sobbing and broken at his feet. But now, he found himself unable to do anything, even though he could have lunged across the gap separating them, and twisted the wand out of her loose grasp. Their childhoods were so similar, yet different. She was bullied, and he was too. But he soon became the one doing the bullying. As a girl, she was already at a disadvantage, and with her muggle relatives watching her every move, she didn't have that chance. Their vocabulary too was surprisingly similar.

"Did-", he cleared his throat awkwardly, unable to believe that hewas asking her this. "Did your uncle, you know, touch you?".

She froze and looked up at him, shocked and angry. "NO! He didn't! And why the fuck do you care? He wouldn't dare!", she hesitated. "Would he?", she asked, more to herself than to him.

He shrugged. "I don't know Potter, and honestly I don't care. I don't even know why I asked. Forget about it. Let things go back to how they were before. you know; me trying to kill you, you trying to kill me"

"Dumbledore trying to kill both of us", she said without thinking. Then she paled as both of them glanced at each other. "That's what he wants isn't it?", she asked him. "I weaken you, you kill me, Dumbledore kills you, and he becomes even more famous for achieving what no-one has before: defeating two Dark Lords. He'll be on par with Merlin!". Tom cursed. "That sneaky, manipulative old fart", he muttered, before he looked at her appraisingly. "Looks like you aren't all that dense Potter. I could use your brains. You would be a valuable asset to me". He held out his hand. "What do you say?".

She stood up, her wand once again pointing at him. "On three conditions. One, I will not be used or be an asset for anybody. Two, you won't betray, and/or kill me, nor have anyone else do that. Three, I won't be a death Eater. You will have no right to command me. Instead, I shall be an ally. We shall swear an unbreakable oath to each other on these terms, right here, and right now".

Tom raised an eyebrow. "You presume much", he said.

"And you expect too little", she shot back. "What's your point?'.

A smirk graced his lips. "Very well Potter. I agree to your terms. We do not have a binder here, but that is of no matter. We simply need a witness. We already have that", he smirked, turning his back to her and facing the statue of Slytherin. "After all, the witness merely needs to be intelligent. No human". He glanced back at her. "Oh, and by the way, you might want to close your eyes".

"Wait-", she started, but it was too late.

AN: This is a little teaser for my next story. Don't expect it for some months as I'll be typing the whole thing out before posting, to ensure fast updates. I might, might do once in a month chapter updates though. Expect no posts for the months of February, March and April.