A/N:Wham ninja update, get at me bra. I know I just updated like 5 hours ago, but this thing came outta fuckin nowhere, and shit on my windshield. Like, if the last chapter was cannon Harry Potter, a Harry Potter who had been overwhelmed by a young woman coming on to him, before realizing that what he agreed to was wrong, then he would do this:

Chapter 4

Harry slept fitfully that night, but his sleep was devoid of dreams. It was as though his body was incapable of resting still. He tossed, turned and even woke up twice, before drifting off back to sleep. When he woke, he was filled with unease. He was jittery and uncomfortable. He burned his hand while frying bacon, and the eggs were over cooked. He once again left the house early that day, hoping the fresh air would do him good. As he left, he told his aunt he would be with his uncle, the supposed escaped convict Sirius Black until late that night. He claimed he didn't know what time he would be back or if he would even return that night. She just sniffed at him and told him to go about his business and leave her out of it. If he wasn't home by the time Dudley was, then he'd be locked out til the next morning. He wasn't worried about that, Dudley rarely came home before midnight, and if he didn't know how the night was going to progress before then, he would head back.

He thought he was just plagued by nerves. After all, Emma had made her interests quite clear. And he had actually gone and accepted her invitation. To her home... at night. Harry had to assume that the film they would be watching would be at her home, as she had been walking with him for hours yesterday and figured she didn't drive. He ran his hand through his messy black hair, knowing he was overthinking things. He was still only 14 for heaven's sake. He took a deep breath.

It was simple, really. He had been depressed and latched onto the first person who showed him any interest. And the interest she showed him was intense. She made him feel like being Harry Potter was being someone worthwhile. Made him feel special. Sometimes the way she looked at him, he felt that she saw a trophy she simply had to have. While some may think of that as demeaning, Harry saw it as someone deeming him important enough to pull out all the stops. To do all that she could to win his affection. And she did all of that while having no idea what the scar on his head really meant.

When he went to see her tonight he would clear the air. Apologize just in case she got the wrong impression. Make things right, maybe even take her out on a proper date, this time he would pay. She said she had just turned 17 last week and that meant she was only a bit more than 2 years older than him. He could make this work.

Surely she couldn't really expect them to... well, do that already. He thought back on the previous day. Played all the actions back to the best of his memory. The casual touches, the innuendos, even at the end where when she had given him a light peck on the cheek, then proceeded to drag her lips down to the corner of his mouth.

Harry would never dream of calling someone a scarlet woman. But maybe she thought that was all he was interested in. Maybe somehow he had made her feel that his interest in her began with her body and would only stay if he had more of it. He was unsure how he could've left that impression, but he had always considered himself terrible with girls, though he had always felt more equipped than Ron.

Ron had a one way street between his mouth and his brain, Harry at least had some detours.

Wow, he wished he could contact Sirius right now. What he wouldn't give for some Godfatherly advice. But the eleventh hour had arrived and he was out of options save his uncle Vernon, and he would rather die than go there.

Still, with his resolve set and a plan firmly in place he felt better. He would give a honest go at a relationship with her, and if she said she wasn't interested, he would wish her the best and leave. He just couldn't envision himself sleeping with her without some kind of commitment. It just felt... wrong.

He spent the rest of the day until evening whittling down the hours and enjoying the sunlight.

Emily's plans the night before had been, for the most part, successful. She had destroyed Harry Potter's page in the department of records, even replacing it with a dud, in case someone decided to snoop. She had even managed to slip inside the department of mysteries to steal a time turner. Unfortunately there had been a snag, but it was easily dealt with. There were,however, now two new job openings for that department. Emily had always despised the idea of time travel. To her it was a true forbidden magic. One that she had always been loathe to touch. But for her plans today, she had no intentions of altering the future. She simple wanted to fit more hours into her day. But once she ruled the world, she would destroy every last time turner, except this one, for her own personal use. Because while it was a power she despised, it WAS power. And power was control.

Checking the time and seeing it was half past 5, she began to get ready. She restructured the entire house as much as she could within Gamps Laws of magic. The home now held 11 extra bedrooms in total to her own(12), and she planned to make use of the kitchen, living room and basement. She would then use the turner once more in the attic to allow him to recoup his senses after the memory charms. Because she planned on taking every single precaution she could when healing as much damage as she could. Her selfish desire wouldn't harm him too much she told herself. He would never know and she would keep him in blissful ignorance.

She knew how hard she could push him before he would break. She had broken so many others over the decades. She knew when the point came before someone's mind was about to shatter. She could pick up on the signs. She would hold him to the cusp of insanity, ravish him beautifully before cruelly beginning the cycle again. She had just over two weeks for this. Fourteen rooms. Fourteen days. She had everything she needed, and several replacements, just in case.

It was 6 minutes before he was due, when the doorbell rang. She smiled, he was early, and that meant eager. And so was she.

She opened the door to see him shuffling about nervously, and greeted him warmly.

"Glad you decided to come."

"I'm happy to be here, but I uh... I'd like to chat for a moment?"

The question was posed awkwardly, but she was curious. She had practically told him yesterday, that when he got here today, she was going to blow his mind, as well as a few other things. What more could a teen boy have to say? What more could he expect?

"Certainly. Come to the living room. Its off to the side here." Once again she walked off, assuming he would follow. And he did.

"I really like you Emma. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?"

She couldn't but stare at him. Her he was, asking her out. Had she not made it clear enough to him that her apparent plans for the night were wild, incredible sex. Dear lord, the boy WAS daft. He just had to be. There was no other explanation. The incredulity must've shown on her face, because without waiting longer for a response he started talking again.

"What I mean is, I'm not sure what you have planned for tonight, but I was hoping we could keep it..." he trailed off, taking a deep breath. "I don't want you to think I'm pushing you, because I'm not. I would actually prefer if we went on a couple more dates before we go any further."

The smile she always had on in his presence, the one she gained from being in his 'bubble' slid off of her face. She was being rejected. He was being nice about it, but she knew what this was. She had seen it before, in the minds of countless others. He didn't want her. He... He wanted to abandon her. He dared to do the one thing, the most foul, the most despicable sin she could ever imagine someone doing. As far as she was concerned, she was his God. And here he was, spitting this blasphemy right in front of her. Her face stayed blank for only a moment before she could feel the anger push forward. She could feel her face twist into a gruesome mask of anger, and judging from his reaction, so could he. He took a step closer, and lowered his voice.

"Shite, I'm awful at this. Emma I REALLY like. Will you be my girlfriend?"

The offer was so unexpected, so awkwardly delivered she let out a derisive snort. She was about to unleash all of her rage into him when she felt it. He was pushing his emotions at her as hard as he could. He wanted her to understand him so much, wanted to convey his emotions so strongly, that they had forced themselves, subconsciously, through the link she had with him. She closed her eyes and opened the connection wide, and the feelings crashed into her. The strongest of them was desperation. She could feel his struggle almost in a physical sense. What came next was desire, and it was pure. He wanted her, just her. He didn't want sex, he didn't want her body, he just wanted what she made him feel. Then came... herself. Everything she made him feel was being pushed through their mental link. And it was beautiful. It was intimate. It moved straight through her body, already heavily aroused with her plans and his presence, and unraveled at her core.

Her hand shot out to his shoulder and clenched hard. Her knees had buckled with the force of her orgasm, and he was the only thing keeping her upright. Her breathes came out in pants, her shuddering wracked her entire body. She could never give a proper explanation for what happened next. Maybe it was the fact that she'd had the first taste of true sexual satisfaction in her entire sixty plus years of life. Maybe it was her bodies young, teenaged hormones that craved drama. Nothing was a strong enough explanation. Not for what she would forever see as the stupidest decision in her entire life. But the blatant and honest emotions he had just shoved inside of her overwhelmed her mind and the words just tumbled out.

With one hand clutching his shoulder, and the other holding her face she choked out the most idiotic statement she ever could have at that moment.

"I... I am Lord Voldemort."

A/N: So yeah. That's how it goes. I told you all I had no idea how this shit would run its course. And this one ran hard. Anywho this one is a midget chapter, bout a third of the length as the others, but like I said, it hit me outta nowhere.