A/N: I've gotten some bad reviews so just to clear things up-if you have an issue with fem!Voldemort don't read this story. Also, this is sort of Crack!fic and isn't supposed to make sense (remember this because the end of the chapter isn't very realistic). Thanks toSkylerBlackfor name ideas.
A/N2: Re-posted after being BETA-ed by "The idiot with no name"
When Harry portkeyed back to Hogwarts it was with a new feeling. The addictive feeling of power using the Dark Arts gives many wizards. It was like being in the middle of a storm with water and light falling all around him. He felt exhilarated, powerful and happier than he could ever remember feeling, it was like he was high on some drugs.
He'd told Dumbledore about Voldemort's return, leaving out the fact Voldemort was a girl and that Harry had gone Dark. Now that he was finally cleared to leave the hospital wing the year was almost over. He kept to himself, thinking rather than talking to his friends. He was still able to discover that Dumbledore's plans for the summer were to dump Harry with the Dursleys and start negotiating to get magical creatures on the light side. Harry suspected he planned to send Hagrid to the giants and Remus to the werewolves but was unsure how Dumbledore planned to get people in with other creatures, especially darker ones like vampires. While unconscious Harry had missed Dumbledore's 'deep speech' about Voldemort's return and Professor Moody's sudden disappearance.
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Harry had spent a week at the Dursleys and was beginning to crave human contact, even if just through a letter. His wishes were unexpectedly granted when Voldemort sent him a dream through their link informing him that she wanted to get to know him and would be spending the summer at Privet Drive. Harry had no idea how she planned to do this, but the next day as he was out gardening he saw her. She casually sat down beside him and began helping him weed as if she wasn't an evil, murdering Dark Lord…or Lady.
"What should I call you?"he hissed. He knew even Dumbledore's most foolish spy, Mundungus, would realize something was up if there was a person called Voldemort hanging around No. 4.
"Call me Tamara, Tamara Marlene Riddle. And yes I do have a false identity registered with the Ministry." She smiled showing perfect white teeth.
"I'm not even going to ask. So…I never knew Dark Lords could garden."
"First off, I'm a Dark LADY. Also, I happen to find gardening therapeutic...along with killing, torturing, shouting…"
"That's…um…nice."
"Anyways, my point is I happen to have a very nice garden which I tend to myself."
"Is your garden complete with poisons and plants useful for Dark Magic?"
"Of course."
"Speaking of Dark Magic, am I ever going to learn any?"
"All in due time. First you need to learn glamours." Harry was about to ask her why learning glamours was important when his aunt walked out.
"Who is that girl?" Her horse-like face was made even more hideous by a deep scowl. When Harry didn't respond immediately her anger grew, "Is she one of those freaks?"
"I'm Tamara," the Dark Lady replied and Harry could see she was struggling not to kill the muggle who dared disrespect wizard-kind. Harry wondered why she felt the need to restrain herself, even he would admit the Dursley family was a waste of space that deserved to die; then he recalled Dumbledore's spies. "I just moved in down the street and was looking around when I met Harry and introduced myself." She gave Petunia a stunning smile which was probably paired with a spell since his aunt's eyes glazed over.
"You're amazing," he informed his new ally.
"I know," she smirked. The look suited her: she appeared slightly evil, definitely a force to be reckoned with but not ugly. "I was going to kill them but Dumbledore will have to notice that, so we'll have to stick with keeping them Imperiused."
"I agree, but I don't know how to perform illegal magic."
"I do, though. In fact I specialize in it, I've already cast the spell on your lovely aunt. Now invite me in so I can do the rest of them."
"Okay I guess. I have two questions first. Am I going to me indebted to you for this?"
"No. If it will reassure you, I'll make an oath." She raised a brow in question and Harry nodded. "I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, swear upon my magic that I will not claim repayment from Harry James Potter for using the Imperius Curse on Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley." She was covered in a subtle green glow for a second.
"I hope Dumbledore's spies didn't see that, as for my other question: are you a vampire that I need to invite you through the threshold?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "Only you and I saw the oath's magic and before you ask it doesn't show as underage magic and alert the Ministry. Finally, no Harry I'm not a vampire. I'm a lady, meaning I don't barge into people's houses uninvited."
"Really? 'Cause that's not what your raids look like."
"That's different. It's work related and I approach it with a professional outlook. Since I'm not working I can behave in a civilized manner and I do."
"Oh…"Harry supposed he would need to get used to Tamara confusing and surprising him, "Come in?" She walked in, entered the living room, used the Imperius Curse on Vernon and Dudley then walked out merely calling, "Bye, Harry, see you soon.", as she walked out.
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Harry spent the evening thinking about Voldemort (or Tamara as he had begun to refer to her mentally). She seemed decently nice and hadn't attempted to kill him yet. In fact she'd helped himandsworn she wouldn't ask for repayment. On the other hand she was a Dark Lady with no qualms about using Unforgivables. He couldn't dismiss the possibility that this was a trap and she was luring him into a false sense of security. He thought about this for a while but found himself going in pointless circles. He decided he would treat her as if she weren't Voldemort. He would not trust her easily, he never did put much faith in strangers, but he would look at her actions without always doubting her intentions due to preconceived notions.