Warnings: Nothing bad in this chapter. Hmm, at least not that should make people squeamish. This fanfic does have slash, it is going to start showing up in this chapter. ;)
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, not I.
"Do you want to watch as I perform the ritual?" Voldemort asked standing up. Harry stood up as well, "Sure, I don't exactly have much else to do." He said grinning. Voldemort led them out of the door and down the stairs, crossing across the entrance hall, down a hallway, and finally they stopped in front of a door. Voldemort opened it and Harry glanced around, the floor was all black tile, the walls a dark green, and on the far wall a huge window displayed a nice garden. Voldemort walked to the center of the large room, "It is a simple ritual. All I have to do is draw a large circle with salt around me, put one cup of my blood into a silver bowl, then gradually add your blood. Say a few words, and I should look like a new person. Though, I am going to assume that part will be painful." Voldemort told Harry as he poured the salt around him, finishing with that he summoned a silver bowl and a knife, cutting his wrist he let it flow freely into the bowl until it was only half full. He quickly cast a healing spell on himself and threw the knife out of the circle. Harry watched as it sailed through the air and hit the wall, "That was impressive." He said and grinned at Voldemort when he only looked at him.
Voldemort sat in front of the bowl and began to chant, Harry stumbled when the magic in the air intensified, the curtains on the window thrashing about wildly and Harry's hair whipping all over the place. When Voldemort began to add Harry's blood, he couldn't stand any longer. Harry fell to his knees and watched in rapt attention as after Voldemort said those few words, his body began to bubble. Voldemort curled on the ground in agony, his blood felt like it was boiling, his bones shifted and broke, his skin that was a true agony as it melted away to leave a pale, but healthy new skin. His head began to grow hair and as his suffering finally came to a stop, he lay panting on the floor. Harry moved over to him, "Are you alright?" He asked his voice giving away how worried he was. Voldemort nodded, "Fine," he rasped out. Harry summoned a glass of water and held it out to Voldemort, though he definitely didn't look like him anymore. "Thank you." He said after he drank some. "I know you said you would look different, but I didn't think you would just look like an older version of Tom Riddle." Harry told him as he examined the man in front of him, looking to be in his mid-twenties. Pale, with wavy dark brown hair, slightly taller than his sixteen-year-old self, at least from what Harry could tell. One thing did stay the same though, Voldemort's eyes, still that piercing ruby red. Harry shivered.
Voldemort's head snapped up, "What?" Harry looked surprised, "You mean you didn't know you were going to end up looking like this." He said waving his hand over Voldemort's body. "No, I could not find the ritual that would have allowed me too. I should have just changed into some other man. Strange." He muttered to himself, looking down in thought. He then looked up at Harry in wonder, grabbing his wand he pointed it at Harry and cast a very fast spell. A small ball of green fire floated above Harry's head, but there were some black flames mixed in. Harry was tense, "What did you just do?" He ground out. Voldemort snapped out of his shock, "I cast a revealing spell, I was curious, as it turns out, you are one of my Horcruxes." He said and Harry blinked then he began to laugh.
Voldemort looked at him in surprise, "What is so funny?" He asked confused. "No, it just all makes perfect sense now!" Harry exclaimed. Voldemort raised one of his eyebrows, "Go on." Harry stopped his laughter, "When I was at my trial and got sentenced to life in Azkaban at first Dumbledore looked angry, but then a few seconds later his eyes started their stupid twinkling and he smiled, so quick I thought I would have imagined it, but it was most certainly there. Now, now I know why. I bet he thought that with me in Azkaban you would come and try to kill me, but now that he knew I was capable of Dark Magic, that we would end up dueling and killing each other. That is why the damned fool was so happy!" Harry finished off. Voldemort stood up and stretched out his joints, "Hmm, that does sound like something he would think of. I think you might be correct about this." Harry hummed, "Yes, I was thinking I might join you. Maybe even get a Dark Mark, it's not like people will be seeing me anyways, possibly come up with some alias, make a name of myself. Show the Light Side that they have one more problem on their hands, yes?" He asked looking at Voldemort hopefully. Voldemort shook his head in amusement, "You will be useful, but I will not mark you. Those are for people that are beneath me, you are my equal. I'll have to call a meeting with my Death Eaters, introduce you to them. Do you already have a name?" He asked and saw Harry looking at him with wide eyes. "What?" He asked thinking over what he said, nothing seemed unusual. "You see me as your equal?" Harry asked astonished.
Voldemort sighed, "You really don't see how strong you are do you? Casting the Unforgivables on your first try is a great feat, mastering a Corporeal Patronus at the age of thirteen is also very impressive, defeating a Basilisk at twelve, yes, I do see you as my equal. Now a name?" Harry smiled, "Thank you, it pleases me greatly to know that. Now for my name, I was thinking of Blade, I do have so much fun with knives. Lovely things." He trailed off a crazed look in his eyes. Voldemort chuckled, "Blade it is. I think it would be beneficial for us to both get some rest, so come along. I'll show you to your room." Harry walked beside him, once again they ascended the staircase, this time they traveled down a long hall and made a right turn. Stopping in front of a large bedroom with a connected bathroom, "Here it is. Everything you need should be in there, if not you can call for a house-elf. Goodnight, Harry." Voldemort said his hand brushing against Harry's for a moment before he walked off. Harry felt a pleasant tingle shoot up his arm and he stared after the handsome man. Well, seems like I've developed a crush on the Dark Lord. Harry thought to himself as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
Voldemort walked into his bedroom and closed his door, looking down at his hand he just stared, such a pleasant feeling just from a mere brush of hands? Harry Potter, my Horcrux, a Parseltongue, soon to be my partner. Hmm. Just a partner? Voldemort smirked, "No, I think not." He said into the silence of his room. "Blade, he said? Interesting, I might just have to give him a gift, maybe let him test them out on a Death Eater that failed at their mission. Yes, a nice introduction to all the others of just how creative Blade can be." Voldemort stripped from his clothes and walked into his bathroom to take a hot shower. "I will definitely enjoy having Harry around." He said smirking as he scrubbed shampoo into his dark hair. 10 minutes later, he stepped out of the steaming bathroom with a robe on. He had looked his body over in the bathroom and was quite pleased with it, he was leathe and toned. Dropping his robe onto the bed he pulled on a pair of black boxers and a set of pajama bottoms that were a deep red. Slipping under his covers he closed his eyes and relaxed into the soft bed.
Harry had also taken a shower, he had wanted to get off any grime that had stuck onto him from Azkaban and any dried up blood from his relatives. After coming out of the shower his body was more relaxed and he was ready for sleep. "Tomorrow should be interesting." He murmured before succumbing to a peaceful slumber.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were all huddled together in Ron's bedroom at the Burrow. "Can you believe this?" Ron hissed to the both of them, his fists clenching and unclenching. "I had to sleep next to that psychotic murderer for 5 years! He's weak and pathetic, I don't believe he killed his relatives. I think someone just set him up and he was too scared to deny it, so he got thrown in Azkaban." Hermione nodded, "I think you're right Ron. That spoiled brat, can't do anything for himself. Let alone manage to pull off the Unforgivables." Ginny scowled, "I can't believe this, how are we supposed to continue getting money from his account if Gringott's has closed it. Who cares about Harry. I want the money!" She whispered loudly. Ron looked at her as if just realizing this himself, "You're right, Gin. How could we have forgotten about that." He groaned. Hermione shook her and frowned, "I don't know, what worries me is that now that we can't spy on Harry anymore, Dumbledore might think we're useless now." She whined. Ron and Ginny looked at her like she was crazy. "Who cares about Dumbledore!" They both told her. She huffed and looked affronted, "We all should it's important we all look important." They all fell silent after that.
In the kitchen of the Burrow all the members of the Order of the Phoenix sat looking grim. Dumbledore spoke suddenly, "I'm sure there is a way to prove Harry is innocent, no need to fret." He said calmly. Alastor looked at him, "How can we be sure he even is innocent?" A few people surrounding him let out gasps. "Of course Harry is innocent!" Molly shrieked. Some other members nodded along with her. "I do believe Harry is innocent. I think he has been framed, we just need to find out the people behind it." Dumbledore told them. Yes, believe this. The longer they try looking for proof the greater the chance of Voldemort going to Azkaban to kill Harry. He thought happily. Fred and George looked at each other similar frowns on both of their faces. "Kingsley and Tonks, you two will lead the investigation at Privet Drive. Severus you will wait to see if the Dark Lord calls you, gather any information you can while there, if he does." Dumbledore spoke to the three of them. They all nodded that they understood. The meeting came to an end shortly after that, Fred and George both apparated back to their flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
"I think Mad-Eye is right Fred." George told his twin after they both sat on the couch. "Me too George, I think little Harry has been hiding some things from his favorite pair of twins." He grinned at George. "I have a feeling he isn't going to be in Azkaban for long." George said slinging his arm over his brother's shoulders. "Exactly, George. Maybe he'll even pay the two of us a visit." Fred said his own arm over his twin's shoulders. "Things are about to get interesting!" They said in unison and chuckled.
Author's Note: Hey, sorry this chapter was quite a bit shorter, but I didn't want it to drag on. Anyway, the next chapter will probably be posted tomorrow. If all goes well. :P
