This is Your Last Chance

A/N: Sadly, I do not own any of the characters created by J.K Rowling in the Harry Potter series, nor do I own any of the lyrics from Hadouken's song, "Turn the Lights Out"

Enjoy!-

JazzyKat

Harry laid his hand on the floor, focused his magic and thought, 'Lady Hogwarts, I need a way to speak with Tom Riddle.'

To Harry's surprise, Hogwarts answered him back, 'Of course, young master Harry.'

Suddenly, Tom's head appeared in the now lit new fireplace in the center of the rooms.

Harry spoke before Tom-I mean Lord Voldemort, "Tom, I need your help. I have accepted that I am a dark wizard and no longer wish to lead the light in this foolish war."

"Don't call me that, brat. So the great Harry Potter no longer wishes to lead the light. The golden boy admits that he is dark and wants to dump the wizardring world on its lazy ass. Well, well, well; how do I know that this isn't a trap?" Lord Voldemort stated.

Harry answered quickly, "Simple. Test me as you would someone entering your inner circle."

Tom reeled back with a surprised expression on his handsome face. You see, Voldemort really hadn't been killed that fateful night eighteen years ago.

What sensible dark lord would just go waltzing into the home of one of the Light's biggest supporters and try to kill them all? Sure, the pull of the insanity that surrounded the dark side's magic was strong; it can only tempt you so much if you are already insane. So,Tom did what any other sensible evil genius would do, albeit in an entirely different fashion, but the same nonetheless.

Tom simply invoked a bit of ancient magic, bringing to life a golem and glamouring it to look like him. While to most others this plan simply could not work, the laws of magic and the universe just allowed Tom to slip through on this instance. The ritual itself was exceedingly simple, writing the incantation in the owner's blood upon a piece of calfskin parchment and placing it inside the golem's body to keep it animated.

Tom was struck speechless for a moment while his mind flew through all of the possibilities this simple request had proposed. Then Tom in a rare, random show of Gryffindor intelligence figured, 'What the hell, why not? If he does prove to be bluffing, I can always torture and kill him later.' A slow Slytherin smirk graced his eternally youthful features as he all but purred in a dark velvety voice that dripped with sex and the promises of the wilder forbidden things Harry was about to taste, "After you, Ebony," and disappeared from the fire.

Harry laughed low in his throat, his body tingling from the brush of darker magic that emanated from Tom's imposing form and licked his suddenly dry lips tasting the sweet promises that had spilled from those perfect lips. He unhurriedly grabbed a handful of Floo powder and flooed into Tom's chambers where a magnificent view came upon his sight.

Tom had two young servants tied spread-eagled along the walls and had Lucius and Severus torturing them with their new 'toys'. The servants were beautifully tanned golden and had strong jaws and chiseled abs, so they were a relief to stare at instead of the pale freckled skin of Ronald Weasley who by now had packed on a disgustingly huge spare tire that Harry had to stare at every morning in the showers. All of Harry's thoughts stopped at that moment when he was met with a wonderful sight. Tom himself was lying on the huge bed upon a raised dais, his crimson robes undone and splayed about on the solid black of the sheets on the bed. Tom had his hardened and throbbing erection in his hand, and was slowly pumping himself to completion. A closer look revealed a cock ring firmly enclosed around the base of Tom's dripping dick.

Harry felt his own dick throb in arousal at such an erotic scene, and watched as Tom picked up speed and started fisting that hard, huge dick of 's breath caught when Tom delved his thumb into the slit. Tom's voice half caught in a moan called out to Harry, "Come join me Ebony. You know what your body craves and needs."

As thier final climax overtook them for the night, Tom and Harry both were surrounded by a glow of power. This meant that the precious ideas, manipulations, and members of the light side were officially shit out of luck. The darker side of Harry's soul chuckled at this realization and bathed in the feeling of absolute power.

'Finally,' Harry's now darkened soul whispered to itself in the silent darkness, 'Finally Harry has accepted what he was born for, complete power over all.' Gone was the submissive Harry and now the sexy, powerful and dominate Harry came into play.

Because Tom could feel the resounding dark aura and power that swam along Harry skin, he instinctively knew that Harry could not and would not be controlled. Harry, to Tom at least, was a thunderstorm. Harry was a thunderstorm that could quickly rage out of control in the blink of an eye.

Tom smiled to himself the next day as he stalked towards the southern wing of the Riddle mansion. Located in the southern wing was the Riddle family's vast library, a place that Tom knew Harry would be in reading about the dark arts and searching for the high that came with using so much power that was bent toward causing so much pain and misery.

Harry heard the creack as Tom pushed the heavey woodwn door open and looked up at Tom's imposing figure, while taking a second to admire Tom's strong profile. Broad shoulders, a trim waist, and legs that seemed to go on forever solidified Tom's place as one of the sexiest gods that Harry had ever had the pleasure of knowing. "What do you want, Tom?" Harry was the first to speak today.

Tom smirked and purred, "As I have so very recently discovered that you are not meant to be tamed, I've decided to mark you as my equal. Through this mark, only you and I will be able to communicate and track if necessary." At the end of Tom's explanation, Harry was openly sniggering with a perverse and dark glee.

Then, while Tom spoke the ancient forgotten words that would form the mark, Harry saw for the briefest of instances Tom's aura. The aura seemed to be colored pure black, speckled with splotches of gold intermixed with indigo.

Harry blinked and in the next second the image had faded away. Harry adverted his eyes to his arm to admire his new mark. Tom and Harry's new mark were silver Nundus crouched low, ready and tensed for the kill. As Harry watched, the Nundu snarled and paced around Harry's wrist before coming to a rest on the inside of his palm.

From some of the only half-assed classes at Hogwarts, Harry knew that Nundus were devastatingly lethal leopard like creatures. Harry also knew that it took nearly one hundred fully trained wizards to subdue an enraged Nundu. All of the old texts defined the beast's shocking power in a similar way: The Nundu's breath had enough disease to kill entire villages at once, as well as healing powers to heal those villages from near death. Because of the dangers presented, The Ministry of Magic automatically labeled the magnificent Nundu as a dark creature. What the Ministry didn't know was Nundus could switch back and forth from human to beast form at will, so in all actuality there were more of the fabled creature than you'd think.

The marking being done, Harry now had to be 'introduced' to the Death Eaters. The overall plan was simple; have Tom introduce Harry as Ebony, a powerful new ally, then later introduce the real Harry to Tom's inner circle. Hopefully, Severus was fully loyal to Voldemort; if not, Severus would then become Ebony's first victim. After introductions, Harry would be returned to Hogwarts to relieve some of the suspicion. Harry jumped, coming from his thoughts, when Tom laid an elegant hand on Harry's thin shoulder.

"Here, Ebony. Put these on and meet me in the library. I've called a meeting with the Death Eaters tonight." Tom placed a wrapped package on Ebony's bed and walked out, shutting the door behind him softly. Curiosity won the better of him, so Ebony ripped apart the wrapping with impatient fingers. Inside laid a beautiful, green watered silk pair of robes. Swirls of silver made the robes seem alive and the cut of them presented him as royalty.

The Nundu purred happily as Ebony pulled the silk over his head. He focused briefly and his hair grew rapidly, until it rested in waves that flowed down his back to his ankles. He pulled it back into an intricate twisting weave, leaving long bangs to flair out and frame his face. Along with the robes, Tom had provided Ebony an exquisite cloak.

The cloak was long, sweeping the floor in dramatic waves, and fastened with an emerald encrusted silver clasp. Ebony, satisfied with the way he looked, pulled on his dragon hide boots and pulled the deep hood over his face.

Ebony strode to the library where he found Tom perched on the bay window, reading one of the dark arts tomes. "What, no snake-faced bastard look this time?" Ebony couldn't help but ask.

"Shut up you vexatious brat. I only wear the 'Lord Voldemort' glamour when the Order of the Flaming Flying Rodents is present at a raid. Come on, the others should be here now." Tom chuckled.

"After you, oh great and mighty Lord Tom," Ebony quipped sarcastically. With a huff, Tom led/stalked off to the manor's ballroom, robes flaring impressively behind them. Tom swept into the marble ballroom, his heels clicking off of the polished hardwood floors and settled himself regally on this throne.

A sudden hush had fallen when Lord Voldemort entered the room, but now the crowded room was abuzz with the excited whispers of the followers. They were astounded to see that Lord Voldemort had someone following after him, but they were even more astounded when said stranger followed the Dark Lord up to his throne and seated himself to the right of Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard of all time as an equal.

There you have it, another chapter of 'This is Your Last Chance'. Romance w/ Blaise is comming soon. Any ideas what he should look like?