Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or even the cliches ideas used in this, only the time and energy put into writing it.

AN: I don't know if I'm completely happy with this ... it's not horrible but even in the short amount of time (this chapter has been sitting in my files since almost the beginning) since it was written my writing style has changed, mostly because my muse is just about all the way back and also because I'm getting used to writing again - relearning where to put commas, grammar and spelling. All those terribly complicated (for someone who hated English class) things that make a story something great.

I think I'll be putting this on hold until I can go back through and maybe revise/rewrite it ... and maybe get some idea of where I want it to go instead of just winging it.

Again, like most of my things, this was written in Notepad and not beta'd so any mistakes are mine.

The office they came to was familiar yet changed. The furniture looked the same yet the colors of the room were different. Her father went for a more classic look. He was partial to creams, blacks, and varying shades of white and off-white. This Voldemort went for the Slytherin feel with greens, silvers, and blacks.

He seated himself behind the large ebony desk and with a wave of his hand motioned them to seat themselves in the chairs placed before him.

"I have read much of the Triumvirate Ritual. All the books and manuscripts talked of the benefits, the drawbacks, and the risk of death but none stated the specifics of the bond." While it wasn't a question an answer, an explanation, was expected.

"The bond is fairly simple. Emotions are transmitted fairly easily. They are always there as a background but never noticeable unless you mentally pull them forward or push them at one of the others. Thoughts are not as easy, expend enough energy at an acceptable distance and a word, a phrase, generally just an image or impression will come through. The bond itself can't be considered a drawback or a benefit on it's own. It could be why it's never mentioned in the books ... or it could be that the authors of those books rarely get their knowledge firsthand. Almost all of them say exactly the same things."

They bounced back and forth for a few minutes before Voldemort finally got around to what he'd wanted to know.

"Tell me of this world you come from. You mentioned I had won." Though it was made as a statement she could practically hear the questioning lilt hidden within.

"It's a very long story but yes, the Dark did win." From there she explained how he had raised her, trained her; how she had created her triumvirate and how they had been his main warriors, trained only for war and how they had cut a swath through the Light's forces. She explained how he had expected the war to last longer but with her and her mates help they had dominated the Light much earlier. "It was with our help that he rose so quickly and it was with that in mind that he sent us here."

"Tell me of yourself. How did my counterpart come to have a child? For if, as you say, things are not so different, the rituals that we performed on our way to true immortality should have destroyed any chance of children."

"I found him when I was very young and I somehow I managed to impress him. He adopted me, took me as his heir ... though there was never a need for one." Rissa explained.

"Who were you that you could manage to impress Lord Voldemort?", he murmured.

"I was born Chrysanthemum Potter."

"Potter!" Voldemort snarled, hands clenching and eyes narrowing.

"Yes, Potter." Rissa sneered, disgust written upon her face. "I was born to Lily and James Potter; a twin. A few years after our birth Dumbledore came to tell us of a prophecy that had been made. He said my twin, Anthony, was to be the savior of the people. He would be some great wizard," here she gave a contemptuous snort, "that he would lead the Light to victory. They hung upon every word Dumbledore spouted, after that day Anthony was practically an only child but I was smart for my age. I knew and understood what was happening and I vowed they would pay. I was pushed to shadows but the shadows loved me and they showed me what I could do ... what I could be. I learned all I could and when I'd learned everything the Potters library held I set out on my own. I followed where the shadows led me; every dark path they showed me, I took the knowledge that was there and moved on. They led me to you ... to him and he showed me things that shadows couldn't. He showed me what my power could truly do and what I could be. He showed me true power and I loved him for it. From that moment on, I was his. His to command. There was nothing that could break my trust in him, though the Light tried many times." By the end Rissa's voice had taken an almost obsessive tone. It showed she truly was his, that he could ask anything of her and she would perform beautifully for him.

Voldemort was convinced ... for now. He'd need to think of a way to test that devotion, to see if it extended fully to him or only as far as his counterpart ordered her. "Very well. We will talk more after you have rested. Go."

They stood to leave before his eyes caught something he hadn't payed much attention to at first glance, "Rissa, stay." Lucius and Draco continued out of the office and Rissa seated herself again. A shadow fell over her and she glance up to see Voldemort in front of her, hand outstretched to grasp her necklace. His fingers curled around the golden orb, studying it closely.

"Where did you get this?" There was a tense, almost angry note in his voice.

"My father gave it to me. It protects me."

"Have you no idea what this is, girl? What your ... father," a sneer could be heard in his voice, though it was not seen on his face, "has entrusted you with?"

Of course, she knew exactly what he was talking about. A piece of her father's soul was in that orb, it was why she'd been ordered to take it with her. While it did indeed protect her, it was mostly to protect himself. It was a safer choice to have his soul in another world, it could protect her while she in turn protected it. With it undamaged, he could live forever (baring unforeseen complications), rule their world forever. There was, of course, the small chance it could be destroyed here - it was smaller than in her original world. The last of the Resistance could very well be searching out the others but they'd never be able to find the last ... here, on her. In theory, her father could reign over their world for eternity. It was a beautiful thought but she and her mates were not meant for peace. It was something they could never experience.

"The question is ... Do you know what it is?"

A staring contest ensued, she was just a stubborn as him, but her lack of patience got the better of her.

"How about we agree we both know what it is and leave it at that?"

"Very well, you may leave."

Rissa walked swiftly from the room to find her mates had carried on without her. She followed the familiar path to the room they'd shared in her Father's manor.

Opening the door to the room and closing it behind her, her breath caught in her throat. The moonlight shining in from the window illuminated the room and shone upon the bed where it reflected off of pale skin and even paler hair. Her mates already asleep, curled around one another. It was a remarkable sight that she didn't think would ever stop amazing her, even if they lived for millions of years, which given the way they were aging could very well be put to the test someday.

Rissa disrobed hastily and slipped into the bed, a pleased sign escaping her lips as she was pulled into the comfort of her mates. Sleep came quickly after that.