A/N: This story starts at the graveyard scene in the 4th book. The things before the story are canon except that only Harry touched the TriWizard cup (and Voldemort is a girl).

A/N 2: Repost after being Beta-ed by "The idiot with no name"

When Harry touched the TriWizard it transported him to a graveyard, he was quite confused. Fate didn't need to add the beautiful girl who casually walked up to him and, with a flick of her wand, magically tied him to a gravestone. Then again, when fate ran into Harry Potter it usually did go a bit extreme. Fate is a bitch.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Someone," she replied evasively, laughter sparkling in her golden eyes when Harry frowned in annoyance.

"Will you at least tell me why I'm here? And why the hell I am tied up?"

"Because I simply had to meet you, Harry."

"But why? What do you want?"

"You, of course."

"Me? What?" Harry gave up on asking the girl specific questions since they weren't getting him anywhere, "Please explain." It wouldn't do to be impolite and antagonize the one who has all the cards in her hands.

"You see, Harry…I want you to join me. Turn Dark. Of course I would never ask you to be my minion but Dark Lord Harry has a certain ring to it, although you could use a false name if you want."

"What?…I'm confused…who are you?"

"You probably know me best as Voldemort," the girls said with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. The corners of her lips rose slightly in a half-smile and Harry's overwhelmed mind gave up. That little bit of information was too much for him, and he did what everyone in that situation would do (at least what he thought everyone would do): he fell unconscious.

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Harry woke up in a dark room; yet again he was alone except for the girl who claimed to be Voldemort.

"Hello, Harry," she giggled. Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, giggled?

"Please tell me you were joking in the graveyard."

In answer she just giggled again, "You look cute when you're desperate and pleading. Unfortunately I don't plan on lying to you so I'll have to break your heart…" she smirked, making her reply quite clear.

"You expect me to believe you?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Umm…for starters because you keep giggling."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Dark Lords do not giggle."

"Then it's a lucky thing I'm a Dark Lady and not a Dark Lord."

"Fine. There's still no way you're Voldemort."

"What's the issue now?"

"Last I checked Voldemort is about 60 years old and definitely male."

"Those are two unrelated things and they're both rather long stories."

"Do I look like I have somewhere better to be?"

"I suppose not. Alright, let's start with my gender. Everyone thinks I am a man, I encourage that because the truth is confusing, personal and would give away that I am not a pure blood."

"You're not a pureblood!?"

"Don't interrupt. No I am not a pureblood. My mother was a pureblood and a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Her heritage is not something I am ashamed of, her emotions are. She fell in love with a filthy muggle who never even looked at her. I don't know how I was born but I believe she gave him a love potion. Unfortunately she could not even force him to love her, no; she was soft-hearted and released him from the potion. He immediately ran away and left her pregnant with his child, a woman and child he didn't care about. But she still loved him and hoped for a son so she could fool herself that she was the mother of his heir. She wanted this so badly that when I was born she unconsciously put a glamour on me. A glamour so strong it lasted almost seven years after her death. She made me look like a boy, it was lucky I knew about magic and had discovered the glamour when I was five otherwise I would probably have been killed, a six year old boy who mysteriously becomes a girl. No I continued the spell throughout my years in Hogwarts and was so good at it my professors, who were all adept magic users, didn't suspect a thing. To this day when in public as Voldemort, even with my inner circle, I appear male."

"And your age?"

"What did I say about interruptions?" the girl eyes' flashed and suddenly she seemed violent and dangerous instead of merely strange. "When searching for immortality I found many means, all Dark magic, but rejected most due to flaws and side-effects. The best seemed this, although it required murder it was a murder I had already planned on committing. It needed one to kill a parent in a very violent matter. You probably don't want to hear the whole process but I will tell you the basics. I needed to break every bone in his body-individually and while he was still alive- then I had to kill him without spilling a drop of blood. Finally the second his heart stopped beating I drained all his blood from his body and drank it, gruesome huh?" Gruesome was an understatement, Harry felt like he was about to throw up. "Anyways," she continued as if describing her father's violent death was not strange and disgusting, "The reasons I chose that method was that the only problem was the difficulty of the ritual-humans have a lot of bones and a low pain threshold and side effects were only that we aren't really made to drink blood and may react badly. Neither caused me trouble and there was the added bonus of choosing what age I was immortalized at, I mean no one is after eternal middle-age. I chose 16 because I viewed it as the ideal age, you see my entire time as a teenager was spent pretending to be a guy, and people tend to romanticize that age, especially for girls. In the end I don't regret it, I am experienced enough in glamours that it is no trouble to appear evil and snakey when necessary. Then during my free time I can look like this, I am always surprised at how persuasive an attractive young woman can be," she let out a laugh so gorgeous and light it seemed wrong coming out of the mouth that had just describe the brutal murder of her father, "And I do love going to parties."

"You're telling me the guy the entire wizarding world is scared to death of is a teenage girl who likes partying?'

"Exactly."

"No one would believe it, the Ministry would refuse to believe they could be defeated by a 'child'."

"I see you have noticed that they are blind and narrow minded. Join me, they'll never see it coming, and I can truly appreciate your power. Together we would be unstoppable," she leaned forward and her black curls fell around her face, causing strange shadows which made her look sinister as well as beautiful.

"Why do you want me on your side? I thought you were trying to kill me?"

"Didn't I just explain you thought wrong about a lot of things? I did originally try to but I changed my mind."

"Okay, but why did you change your mind? And why ask me to join you? You could easily have ignored me and left me alone." At this point the Dark Lady…blushed? Voldemort being a teenager was still weird even after it was explained.

"Umm…" she appeared to gather her courage before continuing, "As I've been watching you throughout the tournament this year I seem to have developed a crush on you. This…emotion…has caused me to consider getting you on my side instead of killing you. We are actually very similar, you and I. I grew up in an orphanage, you grew up with unloving relatives, we are both Half-Bloods, both extremely powerful." After saying this she lowered her head and glanced up at him through long lashes. Harry didn't know how to react and found himself voicing the first though that crossed his mind, "How did someone as beautiful as you get a crush on me?"

"Harry, Harry, Harry," she sighed, "You can be so blind. Your character traits are attractive to me, although you try to hide it you have Slytherin cunning. Your strong magic attracts me and to top it all off you are very handsome. I'd say it were unfair if I didn't know that I have all the things which attract me to you."

"So you want me to go Dark because you have a crush on me?"

"Yes."

"Would you force me into a relationship with you?"

"No, but I would hope that with time you'd date me willingly. Now, stop beating around the bush, will you join me or not?"

"Just one more thing. List the things I gain."

"Easy. Power, immortality, the shock on those idiots faces, and as I mentioned the ability to date me." Harry considered her offer, it was very appealing. He was sick of being Dumbledore's pawn so power was definitely something he craved. Immortality… he weighed the pros and cons and decided he could deal with the negatives. Betraying the Ministry was no issue but his friends…he could do it, they only weighed him down with their jealousy. While dating Voldemort wasn't something he planned soon seeing as he didn't trust her, she was gorgeous and having the option in case she turned out to be nice wouldn't hurt, "I'll join you."