Love conquers everything

Summary: Harry has a lover no one expected. And together they will bring Dumbledore down.

Pairing/s: VoldemortHarry (My first time writing a multi-chapter fic with this pairing!)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter-books; they belong to Mrs Rowling and I'm only borrowing the characters.

WARNING: Slash. Don't like, don't read. Mpreg later on. Mention of sexual abuse. Also, Dark!Harry

Thanks for all the reviews, happy that you like this story! Chapter two for you guys!

-o-

Chapter Two

Harry stepped out to the Muggle street, looking around. He had just come back to London, and stepped out from the train station after saying good-bye to his so called friends. He called on a cab, knowing the Imperioed Vernon wouldn't come. It was too suspicious and too dangerous in case a load of wizards and witches saw him.

As he walked up to the Dursleys' house with his trunk in tow and Hedwig in her cage, he felt more than saw Arabella Figg look out the window, staring at the house. Harry inwardly rolled his eyes and stepped inside. He left the trunk by the door, since Voldemort would soon arrive to get him and got into the kitchen to get something to drink. Petunia Dursley was absently hacking vegetables, not having noticed that her fingers were cut. The raven-haired teen sighed and pulled the knife away from her. He took out his wand and healed the cuts. He had to help his lover adjusting the Imperious; they were beginning to slip so that the Dursleys only became an empty shell. He put the knife back in her hands, and she continued to hack vegetables.

"Healing that bitch?"

Harry turned around and was trapped in the Dark Lord's arms.

"The neighbours would notice if she came out with her hands bleeding," Harry mumbled, leaning into his lover's arms.

"Sorry," Voldemort said. "I'll fix that, but don't heal them. I could have made up a lie."

"What's done is done. Can we leave now?"

"That Squib is watching," Voldemort said, nuzzling Harry's neck. "I barely had time to get inside before she returned to the window."

"Damn… I hate her."

"I could kill her."

"No, Dumbledore would order someone else here. Someone stronger."

"You're right. I guess we have to stay for a bit then," the Dark Lord said. "Somewhere where these Muggles aren't close by. Woman, out."

Petunia moved out, dropping the knife onto the bench as she went. Harry chuckled and said:

"She looks pathetic."

"She is pathetic," Voldemort murmured. "Some tea?"

-o-

Arabella Figg wondered if she should call on Dumbledore or not. The Dursleys had acted strange for a while. Just a few days ago, their son had come out with completely empty eyes and a wound on his knee. He had not noticed the wound apparently and kept walking. She recognized the signs of the Imperius curse but she had no real proof if it really was the Imperius. She was after all only a Squib and therefore not that bright about curses and spells. And she could not simply act against the headmaster's orders and get Harry away from there, even if she wanted to.

She was slightly surprised when she saw two people leave the house later that evening. She hadn't noticed them going inside, but that could have been done when she was eating dinner. It was a man and a woman, dressed in Muggle suits. She suspected it was one of Vernon Dursley's business deals and decided not to rapport it.

-o-

Voldemort cast a glance at Arabella's house but there was no indication they had been found out. Harry was snickering beside him, looking like a blonde-haired woman with nice curves. The Dark Lord looked around, sensed no one and nodded. The raven-haired teen dropped the glamour and shuddered.

"I hate when they do that," he said.

Petunia and Vernon had regained their senses for a moment and tried to attack despite being in great pain. Luckily Voldemort stopped them in time. The Dark Lord absently nodded before drawing Harry into an embrace.

"Drop the glamours," he whispered into the teen's ear. Harry complied, though hiding a wince as the complex glamour hiding his height melted off. "We'll be going then."

They disappeared into thin air a moment later.

-o-

Severus and Lucius were playing chess in the Riddle Manor, waiting for their lord to return. He had gotten up quite suddenly a few hours earlier, and had only said he would be gone for a while. Severus suspected he had gone to collect his lover, but Lucius couldn't be sure.

Draco was sitting by the hearth, reading a book while looking bored. However, the three of them jumped high when suddenly Voldemort was in the room, his great black robe wrapped around someone.

"My lord!" Lucius said, clearly startled.

He did not answer the blonde; instead he just let the one standing flush against him step away a bit. The Prince swept a piece of hair from his face and the three Death Eaters gaped even more. They had never seen the Prince dressed the way Voldemort had always seen him.

"What?" Harry asked, changing completely into his real self, the Prince. He looked down to where they were staring; his clothes. He wore a tight top and leather pants along with black boots. Voldemort could never stop staring at him when he looked like that and that was the reason Harry had dressed just like that. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Are they too sexy for me?" He fluttered with his eyes, making Draco burst out in giggles and the two older Death Eaters blushed.

Voldemort embraced him again and said:

"Let's get you installed, and then I wish to speak with you about something."

The Prince smiled sweetly and said:

"I can find my own way up. You were going to speak with Lucius and Severus about something, right? Just come up when you're done." With that, he gave the man a kiss on the cheek, got himself out from the embrace and walked out from the room.

The three Death Eaters swore that Voldemort was drooling after the teen.

-o-

Harry almost danced out in the corridor and flew up the stairs. Hedwig had been set loose to hunt, and she knew where to go when she was finished. The teen already knew where to go and opened one of the heavy doors. He practically fell down onto the dark wizard's bed, inhaling Voldemort's scent. He lazily waved his hand, unshrinking his trunk after he had gotten it out from his pocket. He waved once more and it opened. He pulled out some clothes and put it into the wardrobe before grabbing his books and setting them onto the desk Voldemort had put out for him. He finished that and looked around the room. He was home. He walked over to the wardrobe again and found one of Voldemort's shirts. He gently stroke the soft shirt and smiled as he thought of soon he would always live there, he would never be close to a Light wizard unless he wanted that himself.

A pair of arms suddenly wounded themselves around his waist and he was forced to back until him and Voldemort fell down onto the bed. Harry looked up at the Dark Lord, who manoeuvred himself so that he was lying on top of the raven-haired teen. Harry pulled up slightly to give his lover a kiss. Voldemort pressed down, coaxing Harry's mouth open with his forked tongue. The emerald-eyed teen breathed through his nose as he turned Voldemort around, pinning him to the bed. They kissed deeply, Harry moaning a little.

"Harry," the dark wizard said, a little out of breath. "I want to talk to you."

"Talk on," Harry breathed out, relaxing against the man. He could almost fall asleep, knowing his lover would keep him safe.

However, Voldemort would not have that and sat up. He placed Harry onto the bed and stood up, despite the teen protesting. The teen looked confused up at him, wanting answers. Voldemort smiled a bit, although a little nervously and kneeled down. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"This is what I wanted to talk about."

He gently put a small black box into Harry's hand and waited for his Prince to open it. Harry stared at the simple ring and looked up at Voldemort with wide eyes. His heart was drumming in his chest, and his breaths were cut short thanks to him not taking enough air.

"You want us to…?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes."

"You really-"

"Yes, I really want to." Voldemort nearly laughed at his lover's expression.

Harry took the ring out slowly, still with wide-eyes as he inspected it. Without a warning, he put it on, and his lips turned into a smile at the perfect fit. He inspected if it looked good on him, splaying out his hand in the air. He looked down at the speechless Dark Lord, who had been following his every move, and pulled him closer. He let his tongue make a long trail along his lover's jaw, and felt the man shiver. He put his mouth next to Voldemort's ear and whispered:

"Yes, I want to bound with you and hopefully marry you as well."

Voldemort looked at him, and then pushed them both onto the bed. He let one of Harry's legs settle around his waist and the teen moaned softly as Voldemort grind against him.

"Tom…" he whispered.

"I love you so much," Voldemort whispered before he let their passion carry away any sensible thoughts they had left.

-o-

Lucius stood by the door, wondering if he walked inside he would die quickly or slow. He needed to give the news to his lord right at this moment, since they were good news, but as he heard the Prince's moans he just wanted to run.

Finally he knocked on the door. For a minute or two he just stood there, but then the door opened and Voldemort tilted his head to the side. He was dressed in a robe but held it close with one of his hands.

"My lord, new reached me that couldn't wait," Lucius said as he bowed. He was glad the two at least hadn't simply continued while listening to what he had to say. "The newest Minister has passed, and they requested me to step up to take that responsibility. I accepted just moments ago."

Voldemort grinned at that.

"That is good news," he said. "Very good news indeed. Tell everyone they are free to celebrate your new position here at the manor. But take one step into this room before anyone of us comes out…"

"Yes," the blonde breathed out, "the lords will not be disturbed."

Voldemort nodded, and Lucius vanished down the hall. The Dark Lord closed the door and turned to the bed. Harry rubbed his tousled hair and said:

"That sounds great. Now come back here."

Voldemort obeyed and slipped into the bed. They fitted together effortlessly and Harry relaxed.

"Have you thought over what I said before, love?" Voldemort asked after a while.

"About having a child?" Harry said and the man nodded. "I would love to, but…"

"You're too young," the dark wizard said. "How about we wait until you're over 18?"

"That's ages!" Harry whispered with a small whine.

"You want to become a teenage-parent?" Voldemort said with a chuckle as he stroke the teen's sweaty back.

"Nooo," Harry moaned, "I just… it just feels so long until then."

"It will pass in a blink of an eye," Voldemort said. "With Lucius as the Minister, things will begin to roll."

Harry shifted so that he was lying on the Dark Lord and he relaxed there.

"I'm not going to let you nod off," Voldemort said with a grin and changed position so that the teen was lying on his back on the bed. Seeing Harry's hungry gaze, Voldemort suspected this was what the teen had been hoping for. Of course, Harry spreading his legs was a pretty good clue too.

-o-

Harry stretched carefully, bathing in the sensations going through his body. Voldemort wrapped his arms around his young lover and said:

"You sure you're healed enough?"

"Yes, Tom," Harry said and snuggled into the Dark Lord's chest. "Are the clothes too tight?"

Voldemort looked at the teen. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting, black jeans, his usual metal boots and a tight, black top.

"They look good," Voldemort said and pulled Harry close again. "They are a bit tight on you, but that gives me a good excuse to Crucio any Light wizard that might take a too long look at you."

"Happy to be at your service."

Voldemort looked around for a cloak and finally got up one of his own. He pulled it over Harry's shoulders and said:

"Doesn't mean I'm going around showing you off."

Harry chuckled as his lover dragged him out from the room. Lucius looked up from where he had been reading over Severus' shoulder and bowed to them both.

"Morning, my Lords."

Severus got up and did the same, though looking like he had a bit of a hangover. The raven-haired teen had to suppress a laugh at the sight; the feared potions master, drunk! He wondered how many Firewhiskeys Bellatrix had managed getting into the man. He was surprised that so many had been able to search themselves home or to a bed, but suspected Lucius and Severus had helped them a bit.

"My Lord," Lucius said, "now when I'm a Minister, what is your wishes?"

"Act like you really just want to help the Wizarding world right now," Voldemort said. "We don't need a suspicious Dumbledore. Though get down the wanted-posters on our friends; they would love to go around in the free again."

"As you wish. What about Harry Potter?"

Lucius still did not know who Harry really was, but Voldemort planned to inform him soon. Though now the Dark Lord only smiled and said:

"He has already chosen his side."

The blonde looked up with a frown. Severus grinned from behind the Malfoy.

"Already chosen?" Lucius asked curiously.

"Come here tonight, and I will tell you who Harry Potter really is," the dark wizard replied with a smile. "Talk about being a wolf in a sheep's clothing."

The Prince giggled at that, and Voldemort smiled at the sound. The Malfoy bowed once more, though looking puzzled. Severus' grin did not help him one bit.

"Let's go," Voldemort said to Harry. "I promised to entertain you until lunch, and so I shall."

The teen took his lover's arm, smiled sweetly and said:

"I expect nothing less of you, love."

They came to the dungeon that happened to be full of prisoners. Voldemort turned to the Prince and said:

"Choose one."

"Anyone?"

"Yes, anyone."

The teen skipped delighted from cell to cell, looking for the victim he wanted. Everyone pressed themselves as far away they could, not wanting to get tortured. Finally he stopped by one of them and crouched down. In the cell was Susan Bones, looking terrified. She stared at him with wide eyes.

"Darling, I found one!" Harry called out.

Susan squeaked of terror as Voldemort stepped up and smiled. He gave the raven-haired a gentle kiss and said:

"Very well. What do you want me to do with her?"

"Break her legs."

"Oh, you're in a sadistic mood today." The man obeyed and Susan screamed in pain. Harry looked on as her body was slowly but surely broken.

"Stop."

"Why?" But Voldemort complied and stopped.

"Don't want her dead just yet," Harry said. He sat quiet for a while before saying, "Why can't people know about me?"

"Because that means you would be in danger, my prince," Voldemort said, ignoring the crying girl. "I don't want Dumbledore to know about you yet."

"But the Prince need to exist before Harry Potter disappears," the teen said.

"I know," the man replied, crouched down as well and kissed his temple. "We will do that later. Not know. I want to enjoy this Christmas without having the threat about you being exposed hanging over my head."

"Fine," Harry said with a sigh. "Kill her now then."

"In what way?"

"Crucio? Wait a moment… Can we make her insane and then release her?"

"Smart choice."

Susan's screams echoed in the dungeons, making the other prisoners shudder in fear. Sooner or later, it would become their turn.

-o-

Christmas Eve came, and Voldemort woke up as usual feeling Harry half of top of him. The Dark Lord slowly explored his young lover's naked form, letting his hand slide over the pale skin. Harry stirred but did not wake. The man smiled a bit as he intertwined their hands together, the two rings glimmering. Harry slowly responded and blinked sleepily.

"Hi," the teen whispered, nuzzling Voldemort's neck with a smile.

"Sleepy-head," the dark wizard murmured. "It's ten already."

"Why aren't you up then?"

"I woke up around seven, but you used me as your personal heater so I fell asleep once more."

"Yeah, yeah, blame it on me," Harry snorted, "you lazy ass."

"Come on," Voldemort said. "I think Lucius and Bellatrix are waiting for us."

The day after Lucius had gotten to know who the Prince was, Voldemort had told the rest of his Inner Circle, and they had all welcomed him even more. Bellatrix apologized to have killed Sirius but Harry knew that Dumbledore had planned it so he dismissed it. The Lestrange brothers had been awfully alike the Weasley twins and that made Harry smile, wondering if he should tell George and Fred that they could have an interesting conversation with those two.

They got up slowly, sharing a few kisses as they dressed. Voldemort helped the teen comb and put the hair up in a ponytail before he put on a black, formal robe. Harry himself brought out a dark emerald robe from the wardrobe and put it on.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked as they descended the stairs.

"Over to Malfoy Manor for a gathering," Voldemort replied. "But not until lunch, and only for a while. Lucius and Bella have been doing preparations to my gift to you, and they've been working a big part of the night."

"My gift?" the emerald-eyed teen said in surprise.

"You'll see soon."

-o-

Lucius and Bellatrix were indeed waiting for them, but the wild-haired woman had fallen asleep sitting. Lucius was yawning and fixing his tousled hair.

"Hmm, I think Narcissa would like the new look," the Prince said with a smile. Lucius whirled around and smiled sheepishly.

"Well, she says I need to let loose once in a while, my Prince," the blonde said. He nudged his wife's sister, who woke up with a start. She grinned up at them and said:

"Sorry about that, my lords."

"We'll have some breakfast. Care to join us?" Voldemort said with a smile.

-o-

Harry stepped out from the fire-place and was greeted by Narcissa. The ballet room was full of people, Light and Dark people mixed together. Even some of the wanted Death Eaters were there, because Lucius was the new Minister and he had ceased the order of capturing them just like Voldemort had wished. Many of the Light were against this, but he was the new Minister and therefore his orders were law.

Harry tensed slightly as he saw Dumbledore. The man was strutting around surrounded by the Order. Voldemort stepped out and laid an arm around his waist. Lucius, who had left Riddle Manor to greet all his guests a few hours earlier, came forward and said:

"Welcome to my home, Lord Rector, Lord Princeps."

Voldemort shook his hand and the Prince allowed Lucius to kiss his hand. Then the Dark Lord led his lover after the new Minister, who introduced them to a number of different people. Voldemort had never showed his face to Dumbledore after he had left school when he had been denied a job, so the man had no idea how he looked like. That was the one reason the Dark Lord could show himself without being attacked. Of course, he had changed his eye colour and he had placed a charm so that no one could see Harry's scar.

However, their arrival had caused some interest. Never had they seen a man being treated like a woman, like Harry had been. The emerald-eyed teen though had no problem being view as a woman. In many ways, he was Voldemort's 'woman'. The Dark Lord pulled him closer, as if to warn anyone to question it. Harry smiled up at him and said quietly:

"Rector and Princeps?"

"Yes, I thought it sounded good," the man replied.

"You're being a bit obvious."

"I like being obvious."

Lucius finally introduced them to Dumbledore and several from the Order.

"I think we have not met before, Lord Rector," the headmaster said, pretty much ignoring Harry.

"We have not," Voldemort said. "This is my lover Lord Princeps. Forgive him if he is slightly disrespectful but he has not been in any big events as this."

"Of course," Dumbledore said and smiled to the teen. "You look young Lord Princeps."

"I am seventeen," Harry answered timidly and looked up at the Dark Lord for reassurance.

Dumbledore looked at the Dark Lord and the man said:

"We will not take up more of your attention, Mr Dumbledore. Let's go, love."

The raven-haired teen let his lover lead him away, and Voldemort shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"His damn eyes twinkled," Voldemort said and looked back. "He suspected I'm more than I said, and probably thought you were unaware of it. I don't want you close to him at this party."

"I know that already," Harry said. "He's not this close when I'm Harry, so it won't be a problem."

Voldemort leaned his head up and kissed him gently. Most people had gone back to their conversations after the first shock of seeing two men together with such an age-difference.

When they had been there for about an hour and currently dancing, Voldemort leaned down and said:

"Time for the surprise."

Harry looked up at him, and he smiled. A moment later a man came rushing in and screamed:

"Death Eater attack in Hogsmeade!"

The silence only lasted for a moment before chaos broke out. Lucius was up from the couch in a moment, and succeeded looking surprised pretty good. Dumbledore growled before following the blonde Minister out, with most of the people. Voldemort however continued with his slow dance and said:

"Everyone decided to share their memories with you. I think they planned to kill Dumbledore's brother."

Harry leaned his head against his lover's shoulder and hid his smile.

-o-

They spent a quiet dinner with the Malfoys at Riddle Manor. Lucius had given orders what to do and had then left to spend some time with his wife and son, and the two lords. Severus had not been able to come but told Voldemort that Dumbledore had ordered him to find out as much as he could of the plans he claimed not being aware of. He has also been told to find out as much as he could about Lord Rector which made the Dark Lord laugh.

Harry was talking with Draco, who had taken the news him being Harry Potter very good, while drinking some wine. Voldemort loved wine and it had not taken long before Harry had started drinking. But only one glass at the time, since the dark wizard had no wish to make his lover drunk.

The three adults came into the living room and Voldemort plucked the empty glass out of Harry's hand. He pouted but a small kiss made him smile again. Draco chuckled at his friend and Narcissa said:

"I think you may have a problem on your hands with him, my lord."

"Though he is quite loveable when he's drunk," the Dark Lord said with a chuckle. "Last time you were quite happy with whatever I did."

"Oh Merlin, don't remind me," Harry said with a groan and hid his face. Lucius hid his laugh while Narcissa scolded the man for teasing the teen while Draco pleaded he wanted to taste his father's Firewhiskey.

-o-

They went to bed around midnight that night, the Malfoys had just left. Harry undressed and fell into bed, looking on as Voldemort shuffled around with his papers. The Dark Lord finally joined him in the bed and draped the silken covers over Harry's lean figure. He felt the teen snuggle up against him and said:

"Did you like your Christmas?"

Soft lips gave Voldemort a slow kiss and moments later Harry's whisper rang through the darkness:

"Loved it. Especially when Dumbledore's brother was killed."

Voldemort smiled. Yes, this boy was purely Sin, and he would not want him in any other way.

Tbc…


Chapter two done, hope you liked it!

Chapter three: The rest of the holidays, and then maybe they discover Arthur is dead. Dunno. But I think so. Um... We'll see.

Until later,

Ja,

Tiro