Author's Note: Yo! I was thinking of what other characters I might make dark and I figured maybe Luna and Neville, but if I do they probably won't show up all that much. Just make an occasional appearance here and there. I just thought I would let you all know. ;)

Warnings: Torture, gore, blood. Slash. Voldemort x Harry.

Disclaimer: I don't make any profits from this. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me.

Harry woke up to a soft knocking on his door, groaning he covered his head with his pillow. His door opened and Voldemort walked in a smile on his face, "Not a morning person, Harry?" He asked amused. "Go away." Harry mumbled. Voldemort laughed and plucked the pillow away, "Get up, breakfast is ready. You don't want to eat a cold meal, do you?" Harry gave a bleary eyed glare, "No, I want to sleep." He pulled his covers over his head and snuggled into the warmth. Voldemort let out a sigh, "Harry, I don't want to eat breakfast by myself." He said softly. Harry peeked his face out from under the covers an eyebrow raised, Voldemort just stared back, Harry huffed, "Fine, give me a minute." Voldemort smirked, "Okay." And he sat himself on the edge of Harry's bed.

Harry slumped out of bed and dragged himself over to the bathroom. Grabbing his toothbrush that the house-elves had provided him with last night. Coming back out a few minutes groomed and refreshed, "Let's go then." Voldemort nodded and strode out of the room, leading the way to the dining room. Voldemort sat down at the head of the table, a plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, and a plate of pancakes next to it, were in front of him. The same before Harry who sat to the right of Voldemort. "You do know I could have slept longer and the food still would have been hot right? The house-elves do come in handy." Harry said as he ate a piece of bacon. Voldemort swallowed the egg that was in his mouth, "Yes, but I was hungry and as I said before I did not want to eat alone." Harry rolled his eyes.

"So, when am I going to meet these lovely little Death Eaters of yours?" He asked. "I was planning for you to meet them tonight. I will let them know they will be needed after we finish breakfast." Voldemort told him. Harry nodded and they continued their breakfast in a comfortable silence. Finally, they both finished all of their food. Harry let out a content sigh, "That was good." Harry said leaning back into the chair. "Indeed, my house-elves are quite capable." Voldemort agreed and stood up. He pulled out a thin box from his robes and handed it to Harry, "Open it." Harry looked at him in shock and looked at the black box in his hands, pulling off the lid he gasped. "They're beautiful." He said in awe and pulled out one of the knives, they had black blades with ebony handles. He ran his finger over the blade and hissed when it cut his finger, "So sharp." He looked back up at Voldemort, "Thank you, they are amazing. But, why did you get them for me?" He asked curiously. Voldemort smiled softly, "You're welcome. I figured you might need some, there will most likely be a few Death Eaters that failed at their tasks and what better way to introduce yourself then with a bit of torture." He said his smile becoming more evil. Harry laughed, "Yes, you are correct, of course. Well, thanks again." He said and slid the knives into hidden pockets in his black robes, something the elves had given him also.

Voldemort led Harry through the manor, they stopped in front of two double doors and Voldemort pulled them open. Inside Harry saw that it was a library, a very big library, Harry looked around in amazement, "This is huge!" Voldemort chuckled, "Yes, it is extensive. This is where you can keep yourself occupied while I'm busy. I'm sure you can find something in here to amuse yourself." Harry nodded as he fingered some of the spines of the books on a nearby shelf. "What will you be doing?" Harry asked. "Right now, I'm am going to let the Death Eaters know they will be coming here tonight. It will be quick I just need to call Wormtail to me. He is unfortunately residing here at the moment." Voldemort grimaced in distaste. "Wormtail? Why do you even have him here? He is useless and pathetic." Harry said his eyes holding hatred for the lump of a man. "Hmm, he is. I only use him to summon the others. You can torture him tonight along with a few others if you wish." He said off handedly. Harry's eyes lit up, "Really?" He asked excitedly. "Yes, like you said he is quite useless." Voldemort smirked, "It will be fun to watch."

Voldemort left Harry to his searching and walked to the entrance hall casting a glamour on the way, "Wormtail!" He yelled, a minute later Pettigrew scurried into the room, "My Lord." Wormtail said and kissed Voldemort's feet. Voldemort kicked Wormtail away, "Your arm." He hissed, glaring at the snivelling man. Wormtail held out his arm, the Dark Mark facing up. Voldemort pressed the tip of his wand into it, hard, ordering the Death Eaters to be there at 9 p.m. Wormtail whimpered, "Leave." Voldemort said and the man bowed to him and ran off. Voldemort smirked, "Tonight will be amusing." He said and took off the glamour that was made to make him look like the snake-faced Voldemort. He made his way back to the library and found Harry laying on the floor a book in front of him. "Comfortable?" He asked amused. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. This is really interesting." Harry said and lifted the cover of his book allowing Voldemort to see what he was reading. Voldemort smirked when he saw that it was a book on the Dark Arts, a more gruesome selection too. "Would you like to try a few of them?" He asked. Harry looked up, "Yes, please!" He replied happily. Voldemort nodded, "Come with me then, we're going to the dueling room." Harry jumped to his feet and excitedly followed after the tall man.

"Wait, I just remembered. I don't have my wand." Harry said stopping Voldemort. "Ahh, I believe I have a few spares in my study." He said and turned around to go to the study. He came back quickly three wands in his hand, one yew, with a dragon heartstring core, 12 and a half inches. Another birch, unicorn hair as the core, and 9 inches. The third was vine, with thestral hair, and was 17 inches long. Harry held them all and felt that the yew was the most suited to him, "This honestly feels better than my holly wand." He told Voldemort, eyeing the wand in his hand. "I believe that is because you will be using more dark curses with this wand, yew and dragon heartstring are good for casting those." Voldemort told him slipping the other two wands into his robes. Harry grinned, "That does make sense. Thanks for this," he said lifting the wand slightly. "Don't worry about it, I will provide you with anything you need, always." Voldemort said, smiling at Harry. Harry blushed slightly and turned away, "So, we were going to a dueling room?" Voldemort smirked, "Yes."

They finally reached the room, it was brightly lit, a long window providing all the light, in one corner there was a row of dummies. The floor was padded and there was a lot of room to move around, over all it was the perfect place to duel. Voldemort went to the opposite wall from Harry. "Go ahead and start." He said his wand raised. Harry raised his wand and shouted out, "Glacius!" A spell that if hit with, would slowly begin to make your blood freeze, leaving you immobile and in agony. "Protego!" Voldemort cast, "Very good, Harry." He said behind his shield. "Exumai!" Harry yelled, this spell would slowly crush the person it hits, starting from the chest. Voldemort apparated to a corner behind Harry, "Impressive for you to be casting these on your first try." Harry made a sharp turn and whipped his wand at Voldemort, a silent spell shooting towards the red-eyed man. Voldemort side-stepped the orange streak, "Oh, the Cascading Jinx. One would think you really are trying to kill me." He said a grin covering his face. Harry laughed, "Never." And cast another spell this one a dark blue, "Defodio!" Once more Voldemort apparated behind Harry, "Harry, I'd rather not be missing chunks. I did just get this body, you know?" He whispered into Harry's ear. Harry shivered and lowered his wand. "Are you done for now?" Harry nodded, "Yeah."

"You are very skilled Harry, to have only just read about those spells, and already cast them with enough power to kill someone. It is amazing." Voldemort told Harry as they both relaxed in his study. "It just comes naturally, when I read about them I really wanted to try them out, so that probably helped." Voldemort nodded, "Yes, the intent behind dark spells is important." Harry looked up, "You know, what do I call you? Voldemort just kind of sounds wrong to me and My Lord, that I'm definitely not doing when it's just the two of us." He asked. Voldemort laughed, "No, I guess that would be a bit strange. I suppose you could call me Tom. Why do you bring this up all of a sudden?" He inquired. Harry shrugged, "I was going to ask you something and say your name, but then I realized I didn't even know what to call you." Voldemort smiled, "I see."

He has a nice smile, who am I kidding? He has an amazing body, is powerful, intelligent, funny. Merlin, I can't believe I'm even falling for Voldemort of all people, but no, it isn't Voldemort anymore it's Tom. Hmm, I do like the sound of that. Harry shook his head, clearing those thoughts. Tom was watching him, his eyes curious. "Something the matter?" He asked. "Ah, no. I was just thinking." Harry said. "What about?" Tom asked, leaning forward slightly. Harry eyed him suspiciously, "Nothing important." Tom backed away, "If you say so, Harry." Harry nodded, "I do."

"Don't you find this all a bit strange, Tom?" Harry asked suddenly, barely noticing the use of Voldemort's name. "Find all of what a bit strange?" He questioned. "All of this!" Harry said his arms moving around him. "You know, us just talking and living together and me just joining you all of a sudden. I mean, don't you just find that a bit strange?" He finished looking Tom in the eyes. Voldemort clasped his hands together and rested them on his lap. "Well, I've never been one to let a good opportunity go to waste. Us getting along is a bonus, I find myself intrigued by you and you joining me was your idea. I simply agreed." Tom told him. Harry sighed, "I guess. It just seems so sudden to me." Tom stood from his seat and walked around his desk, leaning down he rested his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Would you like to just relax for a few days, I can hold off on the Death Eaters meeting you." Harry looked at Tom's hand a very small shiver travelling through his body at the warm touch, "No, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine. I was just, letting out stress?" He offered. Tom pulled away, "Alright. I'm sure you'll be able to let out more of this stress tonight. Cutting people will make you happy I'm sure." Harry smirked, "You are correct about that."

It was lunch time now, Harry and Tom were seated at the table salads placed before them. Harry enjoyed the leafy greens and swallowed, "I was thinking, that after I make myself a bit more known, I could go and collect two people that might be willing to join our cause?" He asked looking at Tom hopefully. Tom put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Who are these two people?" Harry grinned, "The Weasley twins, Fred and George. They are both very smart and happen to be very good at inventing little things, so far I've only seen their prank items, but if they put their minds to it, I'm positive they could create something that would help us in the long run." Voldemort contemplated this, "The Weasley's are know for being a Light family, you truly believe they won't turn into spies?" Harry laughed, "No, I don't think they will. Some of those pranks could definitely be borderline dark, that and I trust them." Voldemort picked his fork back up, "I hope you're right Harry, I won't hold back on them just because they're friends of yours if they do betray us." Harry nodded his face grim, "Understood."

"Tom, I don't want to wait eight more hours." Harry whined. Tom frowned at him over the book he was currently reading, "Harry, we are currently in a huge library, filled with all books imaginable, and your complaining about having to wait?" Harry looked at him from the floor, "I don't think even you can read for eight hours straight Tom." Voldemort smiled slightly, he did like hearing his name come from that mouth, "You'd be surprised, if you don't want to read until then you can feel free to go to the duelling room and practice your casting." Harry rolled onto his back, "Okay, I can do that." He said and stood up. "See you later, Tom." Walking out of the library a little hop in his step. Voldemort shook his head, "His personality changes so much, from slightly crazy, to childish, then mature, along with down right evil. Intriguing, hardly covers it."

Harry opened the door to the duelling room, looking around he spotted the dummies and frowned, "Do I really want to work on my magic? No, but my body," he looked down at himself, while not horrible it could definitely use some work. "A quick jog, then I can start on push-ups, sit-ups, burpees, and practice moving with my knives." Nodding to himself he broke into a light jog. Harry ran around the room 25 times and then stopped to catch his breath, "Wow, I am really out of shape." He panted. Kneeling on the padded floor he began his push-ups, he did 5 sets of 15 and started his sit-ups right after, doing 4 sets of 20. Harry took a small break, stretching his muscles. For his burpees he only did 30. Finishing with those he took off his robe leaving him in a tight fitting black shirt and dark grey skinny jeans. Pulling out his knives he took a fighting stance, one knife in each hand. Swiping at the air occasionally he twisted and turned, dodging imaginary curses. Harry lay exhausted on the floor, his eyes closed and his breathing labored.

Tom was leaning on the doorway watching him, "Have a good time?" He asked, startling Harry. Harry raised the upper half of his body, resting on his elbows, "I've learned that I am out of shape and very quick with my knives." Tom smiled, "That's good, I'm glad you're practicing with them. I came to get you for dinner." He said and walked over to Harry holding out a hand. Harry took his hand and was lifted off the floor, "Thanks." He said and brushed off his clothes. Tom grinned, "No problem, now let's go eat." Harry grinned back, "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be delicious, you have very good house-elves." Tom led the way out of the room, "Indeed."

"Tempos." Harry cast and 7:45 p.m. floated in front of him, "Woah, I was in there for a long time!" He said looking over at Tom in shock. "You were. But now you don't have to wait for eight more hours." He said smirking. Harry mock pouted, "Are you making fun of me, Tom?" Tom gave him an affronted look, "Never!" A grin spreading over his face. Harry laughed, "You know, your not what I would have expected from a Dark Lord." Voldemort looked at him, "And what is it you would have expected?" Harry shrugged, "I don't know, more curse happy? Possibly keeping to themselves and glaring at everybody. Who knows, just, you actually seem like a really cool person." Tom looked at him curiously for a moment, "I'm touched." Harry gave him a small smile and they continued to the dining hall in silence. Is it possible, that he may already like me? Tom asked himself.

Medium-rare steaks were for dinner with a side of coleslaw, Harry was enjoying the meal when Tom began talking. "Harry, after we finish our dinner, I need to get you some clothes, for the meetings." Harry finished chewing, "Okay, just robes and a mask? Or something else too?" Tom shook his head, "No, the robes and mask will be enough, you can wear whatever you want underneath them." Harry grinned, "Alright." By the time they finished their dinner it was now 8:30 p.m. "I'm pretty excited." Harry admitted. Tom looked at him, his eyes shining with amusement, "I can say I'm looking forward to this as well, it will be good to see you at work." Harry laughed, "Indeed."

Tom was taking Harry to his room, since he had left Harry's cloak and mask on his bed. Harry followed silently, watching as Tom's cloak trailed behind him, it looked like a shadow trying to sneak up on him, but he was always one step ahead. Harry grinned, suiting that shadows would be following a Dark Lord. Voldemort suddenly stopped and Harry almost crashed into him. Tom opened the door and Harry peered over his shoulder into the large room, "I thought my room was nice." He said gaping at the huge room, a king sized bed sat in the middle, black silk sheets covering it, the carpet was a dark emerald green and the walls a light grey. The bathroom had a walk in a shower and a bathtub that could fit four people comfortably. The tiles were black granite with little silver strands woven into them. The bed had two windows behind it facing into the gardens in the front yard and there was a big walk in closet. In the corner was a chaise with a bookshelf beside it and a small lamp on a table. Nightstands were on either side of the bed and more books lined the walls.

Tom chuckled, "It is quite nice. Here, your robes." He said handing Harry the thick black robe. Harry grabbed it and slipped it on, "Cooling and warming charms? That is very convenient." He said. "It doesn't restrain me at all either, this is nice. Looks good on me too." He said looking himself over in the mirror. Tom rolled his eyes, "Yes, now your mask." He said, the mask was a full face mask, no openings except for the holes where your eyes would see out of. It was black and had dark red wisps on it, almost looking like flesh blood splattered on. Harry put it on, the sticking charm, keeping it in place. His eyes stood out and when he pulled his hood over his head they gave him an eerie look, he smirked. "How do I look?" He asked turning to face Voldemort. "Wonderfully dark." Tom replied grinning. Harry chuckled, "Good."

Tom and Harry made there way down to the great hall, Voldemort transfigured himself a throne and Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? A throne?" He asked. Voldemort nodded, "Yes, fitting for a Dark Lord, no? Plus, it's comfortable." He replied smirking. Harry cracked up at that, "Oh, man. That was hilarious." Tom shook his head, "Now, let me cast my glamours." Harry watched him, "I forgot you don't usually look like this." Voldemort now looked like his old pale, serpentine-self. "I believe my Death Eaters would most likely assume that with me looking more human, than that would mean I'm weaker. So, it's just easier to cast glamours." Tom shrugged. "Couldn't they just tell you're just as powerful by feeling your magic?" Harry asked confused. "Yes, but my Death Eaters aren't exactly the smartest bunch. They would see what I look like now, associate it with non-human and think 'he has to be strong', but my "human self" would just confuse them. They wouldn't think to focus on my magic." Harry shook his head, "Sometimes I wonder why you have them as your followers in the first place." He muttered. Voldemort nodded, "They have their uses, positions in the Ministry, friends that can get them things, or simply being available to do raids. It's my inner circle that are the most useful though. They will be the ones to inform the lower ranking Death Eaters of this meeting, since only they have the Dark Mark."

Harry stood on Voldemort's right side, waiting for the first Death Eater to arrive, his heart pumping with excitement. It's so hard to wait to try out these new blades, they're just so sharp, Cutting people up will be so easy, peeling away there flesh, ah, the screams they'll let out. Harry shivered in anticipation. A crack was heard and they saw a man with bleach blond hair stand before them, "My lord." He said kneeling and bowing his head. "Lucius, you may rise." Voldemort said. Lucius stood up and eyed Harry curiously before stepping out of the apparition point. A second crack was heard, followed quickly by four more, the small group bowed to Voldemort. Tom raised his hand signalling them to standby Lucius. Over the course of the next 10 minutes a large group stood in front of Voldemort and Harry the lower ranks behind the elite. "I'm glad all of you could make it. The reason for this meeting is that I have someone for all of you to meet." He stood up swiftly and walked to Harry's side, "This my Death Eaters, is Blade. He is my partner and I expect him to be treated like me." He warned looking at all of their faces. "Yes, my lord." They all said. Harry smirked and stepped forward, "It's a pleasure to meet you." He said and walked towards them, his magic flickering back and forth, tasting the others. A few of the lower ranked Death Eaters stumbled when his magic touched theirs. "You're all so stiff, you should really loosen up." He said brushing against a few of them, some glared and some tried to ignore him.

Harry glided back over to Voldemort, "I think, I need to teach them to be more respectful to their superiors, no?" He asked, his eyes shining merrily under his mask. "Indeed. Show them, just why it is your called Blade." Voldemort said his smile evil. The Death Eaters straightened, a few looking nervous. Harry made his way through the group coming to a stop before Wormtail, his eyes hard, "This one will do." Harry reached into his robes so quickly pulling out both blades, most didn't even know what happened until Wormtail let out a screech. Wormtail had fallen to the floor holding his face, blood seeping between his fingers, dripping onto the floor at a steady pace. The Death Eaters that were closest to them backed away, everyone now closely watching what was happening. Harry had cut off Wormtail's mole, it was now on the floor, discarded. "Maybe that helped to make you look better? Blood is such a lovely color, don't you think?" He asked Wormtail, his knives being twirled between his fingers. Wormtail glared up at him, "Who do you think you are?" He choked out, his eyes flickered over to Voldemort for a second. Only to see that his lord was grinning, he shivered in fear. Harry glared, "Don't speak to me that way, you disgusting man." He hissed and gripped Wormtail's mousy hair and slammed his head into the floor. Wormtail groaned, his head spinning.

Harry kneeled over the man, "You really are quite pathetic, aren't you? Not even capable of fighting back, hmm?" He stepped on Wormtail's stomach, the heel of his shoe digging in harshly. Wormtail whimpered, "I'm sorry, my l-lord." He stumbled on his words. "Oh, please. Don't start kissing up to me now." Harry said. He brought his knife down and stabbed it into the fat thigh, Wormtail screamed, his hands clawing at the floor. The metal one making a horrible screeching sound, Harry flinched, "Merlin, shut up!" He said and stepped on the arm. Using his other knife he began carving at the arm, where the hand ended, Wormtail writhed on the floor in agony, tears streaming down his face, "Stop, p-please." He sobbed out. Harry didn't stop what he was doing, the blade easily cut through the skin and muscles, the bone was another problem. Harry tilted his head to the side, "I haven't broken a bone before, I'm sure I can though." He said softly and Wormtail looked at him in horror. Harry grabbed the metal hand making sure it wasn't in a position where Wormtail could squeeze on his own. Slowly, he started pushing it backwards, the farther he went the more Wormtail squirmed, finally a sickening crunch was heard and the hand fell uselessly to the floor. Wormtail pulled his arm to his chest, shaking he yelled in pain. Harry picked up the hand bits of flesh dangling from the middle the bone barely sticking out, "Well, this is by far the most interesting thing I've cut off of a human before." He said holding up the hand for everyone to see. From under the masks a few Death Eater's looked pale, while the elite eyed him suspiciously.

Harry threw the hand across the hall, it made a loud clunk when it hit the floor. Harry smirked and turned back to Wormtail, "How are you doing down there? I wouldn't want you to die from blood loss so soon, so how about I cauterize that for you. Incendio." He cast pointing his wand at the stub. Wormtail let out a shrill scream and the smell of burnt flesh filled the hall. Harry laughed, "Oh, what fun this is." He leant down and watched as Wormtail flinched and tried to crawl away from him. "Now, now. That won't due." He said and stepped on Wormtail's wounded thigh. He put his wand away and grabbed his knife once more, "How about we peel away some of that skin?" He grabbed Wormtail's other arm and cut away the cloak revealing the skin underneath. Harry smiled manically, pointing the tip of his knife down he began cutting through, the knife sliding easily down from the shoulder to the elbow, not deep enough to go past muscle, but just above it. Pulling the knife out he moved back towards the top of the shoulder and cut across it this time now leaving an 'L' shaped cut. He wiped the blood off of his knife and slid it back into his robe. He plunged his fingers under the skin and grabbed it firmly, then yanking sharply he began to tear away the flesh, revealing pink muscle and blood. Wormtail cried and screamed, pleading for him to stop, "Stop? Where would the fun be in that?" Harry asked the large flap of skin now hanging off Wormtail's arm. Wormtail looked down and passed out. Harry frowned and glanced over to Voldemort, who looked extremely pleased, "I can just kill him now, I think I've had enough fun for today." Voldemort nodded, "Go ahead, Blade." Harry grinned, pulling his wand out once more, "Avada Kedavra!" He yelled, the flash of green light striking Wormtail's motionless body.

Author's Note: Okay, that is finally done. Sorry for the wait on this one, the next chapter will be out sooner. But, at least I made it longer than usual, so don't be mad? :)