Pairings: HPTMR

Rating: T, but will probably go up in later chapters

Disclaimer: Harry Potter sadly doesn't belong to me. The demons do though *grabs possessively*

Summary: little harry is sick of the Dursleys and runs away. He discovers a new world before coming back to the wizarding world and meets Voldemort and the DE's.
Evil!dumbledore, sexy!harryXtom

Special thanks to the many reviewers, you were all anxiously waiting for this chapter so here it is!

Demons and wizards

4. Meeting the Dark Lord

Lucius Malfoy apparated right into the throne room of his Master's hideout. He knew it was Slytherin Manor, but was one of the few that did. Only Voldemort's trusted knew what is was called, but only Voldemort knew the exact location. His followers apparated with guidance of the Dark Mark, and the very rare visitors got a specialized portkey.
Lucius kneeled and waited for his master to appear, it was never long. The Dark Lord had alarms installed so he knew exactly who was in his mansion.

"Lucius what news do you bring and why are you so early?" Voldemort drawled coldly. The fact that Lucius had returned from the meeting so soon wasn't favorable. These things usually took a lot of time. Could he possibly sent the wrong representative? Not many had the skill Lucius possessed, but anything was possible if your opponent was more cunning then you.

"My Lord, I bring great news." That said he began his report on how the meeting had gone and added his own impressions about the Demon representative and any underlying meanings of things that had been said. Much to his embarrassment he knew he couldn't leave anything out because his master would know and suspect he was hiding something. Even if that meant reporting how shocked he had been.

After an hour of painstakingly reciting everything that had been said, the report was finally finished. Voldemort was pleased like he hadn't been in a very long time. Even Cruciatus on Wormtail got boring in the long run , though he served as great target practice. It was like your own personal stress ball.

He hadn't hoped for such a swift agreement to form an alliance, but clearly the Demons had reasons of their own to aid them besides those stated. The price they had to pay was far less then he had anticipated and training of a Prince and some minor concessions was considered very acceptable.

He would have to arrange a meeting with Quickfire very soon. He wanted to meet with the young man who had managed to shock Lucius Malfoy, Lord of Wiltshire, Ice Prince of Slytherin in his school days, several times in the space of a few measly hours.

Yes he was looking forward to it.

A few days later Damian found himself on his way to his room at the Leaky Cauldron. He had spent several days exploring Diagon and Knockturn alley whilst wearing a disguise so he would look like he belonged there. Few people had noticed him because too many people were afraid of possible death eater raids and secondly there weren't a lot of people outside, only small groups who hurriedly finished their shopping.

He had also wandered into non-magical London and visited a martial arts dojo that reminded him of his own training room in the Palace. A few archery shops also grabbed his attention so he could compare his own with the quality these humans provided. He had found some worthwhile daggers in the more shadier shops, but with a bit of haggling (read threatening) they were willing to part with them for a small price. They were truly beautiful. They had a dark ebony handle with a wicked sharp blade and a small ivory line as decoration on the handle.

When he returned to his room an owl had clearly dropped off a package and apparently a letter as well. Damian checked for anything harmful, hidden portkey spells and the like. After making sure they were clear he took the aforementioned items and decided to open the letter first.

Quickfire

I am pleased you accepted to negotiate this alliance further. In the package I have included a portkey to my mansion. It will activate upon your touch. I must warn you that any attempt to bring others with you will not succeed. This is just a standard precaution.

Awaiting your arrival

Dark Lord Voldemort

Damian quickly geared up. His bow in place he placed his daggers in his sleeves and fastened one to his belt. He gathered his belongings and raised his hood. He had after all no idea what situation was waiting for him on the other side of this. He then opened the package, burned the letter and touched the portkey. He had paid in advance for his room, so he didn't have to worry about that.
A pull on the navel told him the portkey was correctly activated. Damian landed on a marble floor that belonged to the throne room, muttering all the while about stupid wizarding transportation. Really, Fading was so much easier on the stomach after you got accustomed to it.

He stood up and dusted off his cloak. A young man of around 26 years walked towards him. The man had red ruby eyes, dark hair that was perfectly styled, was very muscular and a lot bigger than Damian. All in all he looked very handsome. Why did he always had to be the shortest one! It wasn't fair, but he knew it was due to his lifestyle before Ayasei had found him.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort." He said and held out a hand.

"My pleasure, I'm Quickfire." Damian said and shook the proffered hand. Damian pulled of his hood. Voldemort was flabbergasted, there in front of him stood a young man with Lily's eyes that were observing him. Here stood the missing Potter heir, the boy they all thought dead.

Damian quirked an eyebrow. "Do you like what you see milord?" he cheekily asked.

"….." "Harry Potter, you're presumed to be dead." Voldemort stated, still unbalanced by this discovery and the subsequent unveiling that he was affiliated with the Demon Realm.

"Ah, I have been found out", Damian smirked, "but I no longer go by that name. I'm called Quickfire." He said seriously.

"Come let us go to my study where we can discuss this." Tom proposed. "Merlin knows I need a drink." He muttered. He just barely restrained himself form sighing. This was bound to turn out interesting.

TBC

Cliffie! I'm evil I know.

Next chapter 5. Discussions and demonstrations