He finally found it. Slytherin Manor. It was right there sitting in the darkness with Voldemort within it's walls. The cloaked man was there looking toward the manor, ready to decide his own destiny for once. He was tired of living a preset life.
Leaves crunched beneath his feet as he walked under the light of the full moon towards the manor he searched so hard for. As he approached the manor a howl could be heard somewhere in the distance. He sighs. Oh how he loathes werewolves.
The cloaked man knocked hard on the door three times and waited. He didn't have to wait long as seconds later a short, fat man answered the door. He was balding and had large front teeth.
"W-what do y-you want?" the man asked in a squeaky voice.
"I am here to see your master."
The man's eyes widened dramatically. He opened the door and gestured for the cloaked man to follow him. Neither said anything as they walked through winding halls of the old manor. Several minutes passed before they reached their destination; a dark office where a young man sat looking at papers.
The cloaked man looked around. Though it was dark, he could see everything perfectly. The walls were dark green while the floor was black. There was a desk cluttered with parchment in which the third man sat. Torch brackets hung on the walls but remained unlit. Three chairs were scattered around the room. All three were elegant and light gray, almost a silvery color. The moon shown clearly from the open window.
Trinkets and magical items were on top of bookshelves and tables. There was another door on the other end of the room that the cloaked man thought might be a bedroom. There was also a wand near the man at the desk.
The man's skin looked as though it was stretched tightly over his skull. He was bald and had no nose. Eww… thought Harry. No nose? That's just unnatural. Anyway… he had long skeletal fingers and slits for nostrils and had snake like eyes that were scarlet. Once again, eww…
The man didn't look up when he spoke. When he spoke his voice was entrancing and almost… seductive. He sounded cold and almost cruel but at the same time… charming. At least his voice is nice.
"What do you want Wormtail?" he asked, "Can you not see I'm busy?"
"S-so sorry to d-disturb you mas-master but this m-man wants t-to speak to y-you."
The man at the desk looked up from his work, his scarlet eyes boring into the cloaked man as though trying to read his mind. Or look into his soul. The thought made Harry shiver.
"As you probably know, I am Lord Voldemort. Welcome to my home, however it is you found it," Voldemort greeted. "Wormtail! What have I told you about letting strangers in? Crucio!"
Wormtail fell to the floor screaming and twitching. It was about ten seconds before the Dark Lord released him from the torture. The cloaked man stood in the doorway unmoving. He hadn't moved since he got where he was, nor had he said anything.
"Prefer mental torture myself, though the screaming is screaming either way I guess," came a voice from the shadows.
A girl about seventeen stepped into the center of the room. She had waist length straight black hair. She had a slender, sexy build that would have driven guys crazy. It probably did. Her eyes were scarlet just like Voldemort's.
"Ah, Ellie. So nice of you to join us. Please sit down, both of you . Wormtail, leave us," said Voldemort looking towards the girl. "Now sir, I believe now is the time to reveal your identity."
"Of course," the man said.
The man pulled the hood that covered his face from view off. Below the cloth was a young man with unruly, shoulder blade length ebony hair and bright green eyes the color of the Avada Kedavra curse. He was pale and his lips were full and red. On his forehead was a thin lightning shaped scar.
"Potter! What could you possibly want here?! Other then to kill me of course," Voldemort said as he grabbed his wand from the desk and pointed it on his enemy.
"I've come to decide my own destiny. I want out of Dumbledore's clutches. I'm sick and tired of everybody pretending to be my friend just so they could manipulate me into being their weapon used to kill you. Besides, I have long gotten over you killing my parents. If they were one of Dumbledore's pawns, then they're better off dead. Basically, I've come for an alliance."
Voldemort stared at the boy in shock. Was this really happening? He couldn't believe that Dumbledore's golden boy was wanting to join him. This was just too much for one night. He was ready for bed.
"We'll talk tomorrow. Ellie, show Potter to a guest room and then get to bed yourself."
"Of course Voldie!" Ellie said with a salute.
That girl was just to much like his grandmother, Voldie though as Ellie dragged Harry through the maze of hallways. Both were silent for a moment while Ellie kept checking rooms. Finally somebody broke the silence between them.
"So, are you related to Tom or something? You two look so much alike," Harry said nonchalantly.
Ellie bit her lip before speaking.
"Yeah. He's my dad."
Harry stopped and turned to her so quickly she became a little disoriented. Ellie looked ashamed of herself for telling him that. She barely knew the boy. Well, she guessed he deserved to know. They may be working together soon.
"My mom died when I was born. She only had enough time to name me Elizabeth Pamela Riddle."
"I didn't know Voldemort was married," Harry said, continuing to walk.
Ellie nodded without a word as she was thinking about something or other. Jealousy flared inside Harry. He knew why but really didn't want to get on the subject tonight. Tonight he rested, tomorrow the interrogation. Ah wasn't life grand? (hint: sarcastic)
"Well, see you tomorrow, Ellie," Harry said when they finally reached his bedroom.
"You too Harry. Goodnight."
"'Night."
Harry looked at his room. It had dark blue walls and fluffy black carpet. The bed was bigger then a king size and was the same color as the walls. The pillows were soft and fluffy looking. Outside you could see the full moon shining through bare branches of an old dead tree. It gave the room a spooky feel, but it was still comfortable.
Harry quickly stripped down to nothing more then his boxers after he surveyed the room. He walked quietly to the bed. Of course, like all nights, he didn't want to sleep. With many thoughts running through his head he eventually fell into a nightmare filled sleep.
Eventually day came and Harry awoke from his horrid slumber. He stretched much like a cat; his back arched and his limbs outstretched. He yawned as he climbed out of bed. He felt around for his glasses and found them on the table next to the bed. Then he realized he didn't have anything to wear.
He looked at the chair and saw a set of folded robes there. He put the dark green robes on and they fit him perfectly. A 'pop' sounded and a house elf appeared. She looked up at Harry with large, blue tennis ball shaped eyes.
"I is Blinky, sir. I is to lead you to dining room for breakfast, Harry Potter sir."
"Okay," was all he said.
Harry followed Blinky through the hallways and downstairs. Soon they were in the dining room, Voldemort and Ellie already there. Harry sat across from the cheerful young witch. He ate in silence and so did the other too. None of them seemed to want to break the silence that held there. Eventually, somebody broke the deafening silence.
"Well Potter, we have much to discuss. Ellie, you should leave when your finished eating so me and Potter can talk," Voldemort said.
Ellie nodded and stood to leave. Apparently she was already through. She left quickly and left the other wizards alone. Harry just sat there and picked at his food with his fork. Neither said anything for a while.
"Um, shouldn't we be discussing something?"
"Hm? Oh, yes. Of course. Follow me Potter."
Voldemort led Harry from the dining room and into what appeared to be a sitting room. The walls of the room were deep blue and had silver-gray carpet. The chairs were a deep green. A few paintings were scattered here and there; none of them moving except a few. In the corner was Voldemort's snake, Nagini. She appeared to be asleep. Harry sat down on the chair while Voldemort sat down across from him on the couch.
"So, where to start…" Harry wondered aloud.
"Perhaps from the beginning? Tell me why you want to join me in the first place."
"Well…" Harry started, "I guess is started in my fourth year. I started to lose my faith in Dumbledore. He didn't do anything to try and get me out of the tournament. He could have done something if he tried dammit! Alas, he did not. He just watched from the sidelines and acted like some concerned grandfather.
"From there I started to realize how he manipulated me. He knew of the… I, as you know, live with my aunt and uncle. They… well, they didn't treat me very nice."
"You mean abuse?"
"No! Well, I guess. I deserved it though. They had to take care of me and I was being bad so I deserved all the punishment. I cleaned the house, cooked, everything. They didn't feed me very often either. Only a couple times a week. I-I think they just forgot. When I was bad they would whip me with the belt of just punch and kick me around a bit."
Voldemort became angry at hearing this. He didn't know where it came from but he felt it. He motioned for the Harry to go on, which he did.
"They hate magic you know. Despise it really. Anyway, back to Dumbledore. He knew I was there. My first Hogwarts letter was addressed to the Cupboard under the stairs, which was where I slept. He knew of it all, but he didn't help. He didn't care.
"In fifth year he hired Umbridge. How I hated the toad. I bet he knew I would. I bet he knew about the blood quills-"
"Blood quills?" Voldemort interjected, "Those are illegal!" That toad bitch!
Harry laughed. "Toad bitch? I like it."
Voldemort laughed to. "Me to. It suits her if you- wait, I didn't say that aloud!"
Harry smirked and tapped his scar. Voldie's face lit up with realization. Both then slipped into their expressionless masks. And continued as though the interruption never took place.
"Dumbledore, I realized, just messed up my whole life. Everything bad that happened was caused by him. Sometimes indirectly, but always on purpose. I was just a weapon to him. A tool. He probably hoped I would die in some battle but bring you down with me. Then, he would be there to claim all the glory.
"He hid the prophecy that could have saved Sirius. He left me in the dark. I couldn't stand it. This summer I didn't receive any letters and I had to stay with the Dursleys," he spat the name out, "all summer long."
With every word Harry spoke he became angrier and angrier. How could somebody do something like this to a child? History is repeating itself. This happened to him. Dumbledore manipulated his life to and is making the same mistake again. Now Harry was against him. He had just lost his pawn. Voldemort would make sure that it was his last one he ever had.
Voldemort sighed. "So this is where I come in. You join me as an equal, we kill Dumbledore, we change the world, said world is in peace, you start a family, Ellie starts a family, I get to rule the world, and everybody lives happily ever after. The end. Right?"
Harry blushed. "There is one little thing missing."
"Oh, and wha-"
He was cut off by Harry pressing his lips against his own. Voldemort was too shocked to do anything but sit there. After a few seconds of sitting there like an idiot he kissed his ex-enemy back. Harry pulled back, blushing furiously; Voldemort just looked plain shocked.
"Well… you're my mate."
And that was the end of Voldemort's consciousness. He abruptly passed out after hearing those words said. Harry sighed. He figured something like this would happen. He smirked in amusement. To think, the big bad dark lord fainted after hearing a bit of news.
a/n: I don't know about ya'll but I like the ending. Well anyway, the first chapter of my story. Like it, love it, hate it? Please tell. Please review. (Now I sound like some stupid commercial salesperson)