A/N theres going to be some or a lot of time skips cuz like why not.

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Marvolo had kept a close eye on Anastasia ever since her questions about Crouch Sr. His Anastasia was to curious for her own good and rather demanding once she set her mind to it.

His spy was a devoted and loyal follower who had been through unnecessary punishment by his father, who Marvolo, or shall I say Voldemort, who enjoyed torturing the man, his screams like music to his ears, the way his body arched in unhuman ways excited Voldemort, the body shuddering and arching as he threw the Cruciatus at Crouch Sr. It was simply delightful to his eyes as well as ears.

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Ana studied the marauders map with the help of her family. James had come in as Sirius by taking the polyjuice and the map had not lied, James Charlus Potter was written under the polyjuices James and not Sirius Orion Black. Anastasia had done more experimemts with James and the others.

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Bartemius Crouch Sr had not been seen since his visit to St Mungo's, but Ana knew that he could not be the one disguised as Alastair Moody if she were to compare the mans health to the person who was impersonating Moody. Sirius had sent her a copy of his memory of seeing Crouch which she viewed in Marvolo's pensieve which had both individuals roughly fighting each other, both physically and verbally which had not ended well. Both now avoiding each other as though they were the plague themselves and trading insults to each other if they were to clash or bump into each other. Students had witnessed the wrath of both student and the Professor which had caused to everyone moving in little groups and making sure they did not bump into Professor Riddle or Anastasia.

It was now February when Ana encountered a housel elf named Winky, courtsey of Dobby, who had introduced Ana to the house elf when she had visited the Kitchens for a late dinner. The house elf Winky was a complete drunk, moaning about Heir Barty and how she didn't protect him enough but was glad that he was free. That had been enough to grab Ana's attention.

Ana had to manipulate the house elf into spilling, something that Ana did not feel guilty about but a sense of accomplishment. She usually was not one to blackmail, maim, torture or manipulate people or creatures into spilling or do her bidding. She was usually blunt with what she wanted to happen but house elfs were stubborn little things. She had found that Crouch Sr slaved his son into and the emerald eyed witch felt pity for Crouch Jr despite him breaking free of the imperious later onwards. No one should do that to a child, least of all their own. It was just to inhuman and certainly against human rights because withes and wizards were humans.

It was in the middle of February when Crouch Sr's body was found in the Forbidden forest by Hagrid. The man was torn from his stomach to his chaps. Blood coating his face and the remains of his chest. People had not been shaken up by Crouch's death, maybe a little sympathetic but Ana felt like the man deserved death and did not need people's sympsympathies as he was radical in his approach when minister, throwing innocents and not innocents into Azkaban. Ana undertood it was dark times then, that war was raging on, that bloodshed had increased and that people lost loved ones but that certainly was no excuse to act unjust and abandon half the laws that existed. It was simply disgusting.

It was now mid March and DADA had become more interesting to Anastasia, more so than before. She knew that Crouch was held under the imperious for a long time and that it definitely was a strong one that his father put in him. She could tell that the man was on the brink of insanity. He was paranoid if it were to go by the way he turned every 5 minutes or so as he checked left, right, back, forward and centre. But despite his paranioa the guy was a good teacher despite his status as a death eater and devotion and love for Lord Voldemort and the dark arts, which Ana was also interested in. She had already casted some dark spells and had instantly fallen in love with them. She loved how much raw power pumped through her viens, how powerfully the spell came out and the adrenaline that came with it. Her core flowed freely through her body, humming in content as she casted and spells deemed dark and illegal. The darkness that came with it cocooned around her like a layer of an extra cloak. It whispered words of encouragement to her which made Ana feel delighted. It also belittled her when she couldn't get them on her 2nd or 3rd try, but non the les it was there for her, encouraging her and thats what mattered.

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It was now 24th of June and the sun had set and night had come, the constellations twinkling in the night sky. The Quidditch pitch was now a maze which was around twenty feet hide. Within the maze lay creatures of all sort and the Tri-wizard cup in the centre which would bring them back to the beginning of the places that the task began with and becoming winner of the Tri-wizard tournament.

Anastasia's father and Godfathers had come to support her as did the other champions parents.

Five minutes later, the stands had begun to fill; the air was full of excited voices and the rumbling of feet as the hundreds of students filed into their seats. The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first stars were starting to appear. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick came walking into the stadium and approached Bagman and the champions. They were wearing large, blue and bronze luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had his on the back of his moleskin vest.

"We are going to be patrolling the outside of the maze," said Professor McGonagall to the champions. "If you get into difficulty,

and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?"

The champions nodded.

"Off you go, then!" said Bagman brightly to the four patrollers.

"Good luck, Anastasia," Professor Flitwick squeaked, and the three of them walked away in different directions, to station themselves around the maze. Bagman now pointed his wand at his throat, muttered,

"Sonorus," and his magically magnified voice echoed into the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! In first place, with eighty-three points —

Miss Anastasia Potter, from Hogwarts school " The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In second place, with sevnty points — Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!"

More applause. "And in third place — Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!"

"So . . . on my whistle, Anastasia!" said Bagman.

"Three — two — one —"

He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Anastasia hurried forward into the maze.

The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and,whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had

been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze. Ana felt almost as though she were underwater again. She pulled out her wand, and muttered "Lumos."

After about fifty yards, Ana reached a fork.

Ana heard Bagman's whistle for the second time. Krum had entered the maze. Ana sped up. Her chosen path seemed completely deserted. Shw turned right, and hurried on, holding her wand high over her head, trying to see as far ahead as possible. Still, there was nothing in sight.

Bagman's whistle blew in the distance for the third time. All of the champions were now inside.

Ana kept looking behind her. The feeling that she was being watched was upon her

The maze was growing darker with every passing minute as the sky overhead deepened to navy. She reached a second fork.

"Point Me," she whispered to her wand, holding it flat in her palm.

The wand spun around once and pointed toward her right, into a solid hedge. That way was north, and dhe knew that he needed to go northwest for the center of the maze. The best she could do was to take the left fork and go right again as soon as possible.

The path ahead was empty too, and when Ana reached a right turn and took it, shr again found her way unblocked. Ana didn't know why, but the lack of obstacles was unnerving him. Surely she should have met something by now? It felt as though the maze were luring her into a false sense of security. Then dhe heard movement right behind her. Ana held out her wand, ready to attack, but its beam fell only upon Fleur who had just hurried out of a path on the right-hand side. Fleur looked severely shaken. The sleeve of her robe was smoking.

Ana turned her attention forward and toke another right turn, nearly coming face to face to something that looked like an elongated crab and a scorpian.

"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts!" she hissed.

She shook her head and dived out of sight, along another path, she simply could not be asked to deal with Hagrids creatures.

Keen to put plenty of distance between himself and the skrewts, Ana hurried off again. Then, she turned a corner, she saw . . . a dementor gliding toward her Twelve feet tall, its face hidden by its hood, its rotting, scabbed hands outstretched, it advanced, sensing its way blindly toward him. Ana could hear its rattling breath; she felt clammy coldness stealing over her, but knew what she had to do. . . .She summoned her happiest thought she could, concentrated with all her might on the thought of getting out of the maze and

celebrating with her father, Sirius, Remus, Draco and Theo along with Marvolo, she raised her wand, and shouted

"Expecto Patronum!"

A silver horned Viper erupted from the end of Ana's wand and slitheres toward the dementor, which fell back and tripped over the hem of its robes. . . . Ana had never seen a dementor stumble.

"Shit!" she shouted, advancing in the wake of her silver Patronus. "You're a boggart! Riddikulus!"

There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. The silver viper faded from sight. Ana wished it could have stayed, and she could have used some company . . . but she moved on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard, her wand held high once more.

Left . . . right . . . left again . . . Twice she found himself facing dead ends. She did the Four-Point Spell again and found that she was going too far east. She turned back, took a right turn, and saw an odd golden mist floating ahead of her.

Ana approached it cautiously, pointing the wand's beam at it. This looked like some kind of enchantment. She wondered whether he might be able to blast it out of the way.

"Reducto!" she said.

The spell shot straight through the mist, leaving it intact. She supposed she should have known better; the Reductor Curse was for solid objects.

Ana toke a left...right...right..left. Along the ways she met with Hagrids Acromantula set which, as always were vicious ever.

By now Ana had several cuts and was bleeding from her thighs as she was wearing shorts, her shoulder also bleeding heavily, her face had streaks of dirt across it.

It was another 10 minutes later when she heard a girly scream and jets of red sparka going up. So far 1 was down and Ana was hoping that Krum would get bitten by Hagrid's spiders.

Twice Ana ended in a dead end. Everything had gone silent. She heard light footsteps behind, knowing that it could only be Krum. Ana smirked herself. This tournament was hers and if she had to play dirty to win by all means she would.

As the footsteps came closer, Ana swirled around in a blur of black, thanking Marvolo for helping her gain stealth and stamina. And as quick as a flash Ana shouted out Fiendfyre at the hedges which quickly spread around Krum. Ana cackled as Krum tried to escape before it got worse, a crazed glint in her eyes as she weaved in an out of the flames in a rhytmatic dance before stopping.

The uncontrollable fire reflecting in her eyes and once again Ana let out crazed cackle. "See you never likkle wikkle Krummy."

As Anastasia left she casted the Four-Point Spell again. It pointed right where she came face to face with a sphinx. It had the body of an over-large lion: great clawed paws and a long yellowish tail ending in a brown tuft. Its head, however, was that of a woman. She turned her long, almond-shaped eyes upon Ana as she approached. She raised her wand, hesitating. The sphinx was not crouching as if to spring, but pacing from side to side of the path, blocking her progress. Then she spoke, in a deep, hoarse voice. "You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me."

"So will you move" said Ana, knowing what the answer was going to be.

"No," she said, continuing to pace. "Not unless you can answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess ,I let you pass. Answer

wrongly — I attack. Remain silent — I will let you walk away from me unscathed."

Ana grinned up at the Sphinx. "Riddle away then."

The sphinx sat down upon her hind legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:

"First think of the person who lives in disguise,

Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.

Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,

The middle of middle and end of the end?And finally give me the sound often heard,

During the search for a hard-to-find word.

Now string them together, and answer me this,

Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"

"A person in disguise," Ana muttered, staring at the Sphinx, "who

lies . . . er . . . that'd be a spy,

clue again, please?"

She repeated the next lines of the poem.

" 'The last thing to mend,' " The sphinx repeated.

'middle of middle' . . . could I have the last bit again?"

She gave Ana the last four lines.

" 'The sound often heard during the search for a hard-to-find word,' " said Ana. "Er . . . that'd be . . . er . . . hang on — 'er'! Er's

a sound!"

The sphinx smiled at him.

"Spy . . . er . . . spy . . . er . . ." said Ana, pacing up and down.

"A creature I wouldn't want to kiss . . . a spider!"

The sphinx smiled more broadly. She got up, stretched her front

legs, and then moved aside for her to pass.

Ana broke into a run. She had a choice of paths up ahead.

"Point Me!" she whispered again to her wand, and it spun around and pointed him to the right-hand one. She dashed up this one and daw light ahead.

The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Once again Ana ran towards it, her fingers grasping the handle. Instantly Ana felt a jerk somewhere behind her navel. Ana couldn't let go of the cup.

Soon Anastasia's feet hard concrete ground. Ana looked around her noticing that she was at a graveyard. She could also make out the black outline of a small church. To its far left she could also the outline of a small manor which loomed over a small cottage.

As Ana turned around, figures in Black robes and masks apparated around her. Ana felt overwhelmed as the figures increased. There was around 60 to 70 death eaters, she could just tell because of their uniform. Minutes later, two more people apparted directly in front her and it was none other Lord Voldemort in all his glory and Gellert Grindelwald who had golden brown hair and his electrifying blue eyes.

Anastasia's eyes moved on to Voldemort. Her eyes trailed up Voldemort's figure. As her eyes led up to his serpentine face, Crimson clashed with Emerald just like that day at the Quidditch world cup. Then and there she remembered what he had called her which bought a rosy blush upon her pale cheeks.

Voldemort stepped closer to his sweet little Anastasia. His thin pale fingers creeping under her chin as he bought his face closer to hers.

"Sweet Anastasia." He cooed in his high pitched voice, pressing his body onto hers.

"I've heard sweet things about you little Kitten." He carried on, his breath ghosting against her neck as he pressed her against the stone behind her.

"And to have you infront of me like this, it pleases me greatly." His forked tongue came out and licked her neck. Anastasia's breath hitched. This simply felt like torture.

"You carry so much raw power." His left arm snaked around her waist, drawing her closer.

"I could make you great, show you things you've never dreamt of and in return," His lipless lip sucked on her neck.

"you give up this petty war, become mine in everything and I shall bend to all your whims." Voldemort trailed wet and hard kisses across her neck as Ana tried to keep in her own moans and resist. She couldn't betray Marvolo like that. And those words were so similar to what Marvolo had said to her back in April after her lessons in the dark arts.

"He promised me the same...And I already belong to him...I can't betray him." Ana panted out.

Voldemort chuckled. "Sweet Anastasia, so loyal, how pleasing. You're a smart girl Anastasia. If you become mine you will still belong to Marvolo for he is not one to share and neither is Lord Voldemort." Voldemort's eyes held amusement as Anastasia struggled to comprehend is words.

"What do you mean?...I can't belong to two people..."

"But you're not going to belong to two people, do you think me careless to share whats mine. Think sweet Anastasia, the answer is right in front of you. Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Realisation dawned on Ana as she stared at the crimson eyed man.

"Yo...you can't be...Marvolo...h..he."

"Is me as I am him, Lord Voldemort is an anagram of my original full name. I'm surprised my 16 year old self did not tell you that." Voldemort sneered at the end.

"So my sweet little Anastasia, will you give up the war and join me, be mine and I shall bend to your every whim."

Anastasia stared at Voldemort, who was Marvolo. Her Marvolo was Voldemort. She had told him everything, most of her secrets, confined in him and had become his lover. He had given her Slytherins locket, telling her that he trusted her. Was that a lie? Marvolo had never told her anything about himself, he also seemed to dodge the questions but had always spoke about Voldemort and had sometimes slipped in 1st person when he talked about his other self. He had also agreed with her when she spoke about the way Voldemort when about his goals. Was he also lying then? And did he actually trust her or was that a lie aswell? Did he even like her for being herself and not 'the girl who lived'?. Was Marvolo only dating her for his own agenda? Heck! Were they even dating?

A sound between a sob and a laugh tore itself from Anastasia's mouth. Her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Was everything that Marvolo spoke a lie? Were Voldemort's words a lie aswell? It certainly wouldn't surprise her. Since when had anyone ever liked her for being herself. Boys and men alike only wanted her for her fame or body. People wanted to be her friend so they could be in the limelight. Heck, even Dumbledore wanted her on her side because she was the Lights last hope against the war.

"No." It barely came out but Voldemort heard her none the less.

"Again." Voldemort's hands tightened around her waist. "Repeat yourself Anastasia, I dare you." His voice shy of a whisper.

"No." It came out stronger than last time but still was said quietly.

Voldemort chuckled, it was soft, the sound rose up, it was now a full blown out laugh, so high pitched and cold. It sent shivers down Anastasia's back.

"Think wisely of your Answer Anastasia, I'm not Marvolo right now but Lord Voldemort and he doesn't give second chances. Last time Anastasia."

"No. You can promise me the world if you want, you can bend to my whims if you want but those could be lies, how would I know. Your a monster Voldemort. Monsters don't give, they take and you ccan't give me what I would want because monsters are not capable of it." Ana's tears were no freely running down her face.

Voldemort on the other hand was beyond angry. His wand was out as quick as lighting as he roared out a "Crucio." towards Ana. Her body fell to the floor as her body arched and shuddered against the floor as she let out an ear piercing scream.

Seconds later Voldemort lifted the Cruciatus off and gracefully dropped to his knees beside Anastasia's head. "This proves how much of a monster you are Voldemort. I've started to fall for Marvolo hoping he would love me back." Her voice came out broken. "But that changed tonight, your both the same person, and if your a monster so is he. I would let you win this war but you wouldn't be able to love because monsters don't love do they? And you know your a monster, that's why you're not denying it." Ana wrapped her shaking arms around Voldemort's neck, bringing him closer. "But your my monster and I'll still keep loving you for you and Marvolo are the same, but from tomorrow onwards we're enemies until one of us wins or dies but for now, you're my Monster and my Lord and I am yours tonight." With that said Ana locked her lips with Voldemort's, not caring whether it felt right or wrong but simply enjoying it whilst Voldemort collected the girl into his arms and deeping the kiss as he threw the dark mark into the dark silent night.

A/N review plz. Did u enjoy this chapter. i sure enjoyed writing it, especially the ending.