Summary: How does Harry react when he finds out the truth behind all of Dumbledore's secrets from Voldemort? Simple... he plots to kill them both.

Warnings: SLASH - Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort

Also to those who live where it's illegal: Harry is only 16 in this story.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They are the property of J.K. Rowling and lots of other rich people.

Author Note: This story is completely written and will be posted by chapters. I don't have a beta reader or Brit picker, so if anyone would like to volunteer I'd be grateful for the help.

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" regular speech "

Italics is telepathic talking between Harry & Voldemort

Bold is Parseltongue

Chapter 33

Materializing on High Street in Hogsmeade, he just stood there as the view of Hogwarts in the distance caught his eye. There'd been a time when he'd loved that place more than any other in the world. It was a home of sorts for him, but not anymore. His home was the Shrieking Shack, still called that by everyone even though the place had been completely remodeled to it's original white sliding glory and the grounds were clean and maintained. And beyond the closet door in his bedroom was another place he thought of as home, one that would really feel like one again rather than leaving an empty place inside him when he looked around it. Home.

"Minister?" one of the Auror escorts asked as he just stood there. It pulled him out of his reverie and he looked at the two men standing behind him.

"You two can head home. I'm not going anywhere else tonight," he said.

"Are you're sure, sir?" the second Auror asked.

"I'm sure. I'll see you at the office in the morning," he replied.

The two Aurors nodded, but still didn't leave until he'd moved inside the front gate-and the wards-of the Shrieking Shack. He made sure they did before opening the front door to his house, though, well aware thanks to his newly reacquired Horcrux that someone decidedly unfriendly to Aurors was somewhere inside. While the two that had escorted him home weren't exactly cut out for the rank of Death Eater, there were a few others that would fit in perfectly.

Putting that out of his mind for the moment more out of fatigue than anything else, he activated the wards on the house itself looking around the sitting room. Nothing was changed, but things had been moved and touched, inspected was the real word he was looking for. He paid no attention to that either. The only thing he was paying attention to was that he wasn't on the floor already in pain from a Cruciatus curse.

As he stood there his house was quiet, too quiet if the truth be told. In the years since he'd gotten Bella and Rodolphus out of Azkaban his house was rarely quiet. There were usually at least a few polyjuiced people moving around inside it. Today, there was no one there except for the distinct presence of someone very powerful who had a fondness for the darker side of magic.

He double-checked the wards to make sure the detection of that wasn't felt anywhere except inside his home. While what he was picking up through the link was still strong as Hell, he knew it wasn't as strong as it would get after a little bit of time to adjust to the living world again. He wasn't about to let anything, Aurors or otherwise, stop that from happening. Given why Voldemort needed to regain his full strength again, it made him not being on the floor in his empty living room even more confusing.

His minor search for the man ended as soon as he walked into the study. Sitting behind the desk was Voldemort with Nagini curled up asleep in her basket as usual, stacks of files on either side of the man and the drawers of file cabinets open with more stacks of files on the open drawers. With another file in the man's hands, Voldemort looked at him as he walked into the office and took a seat in one of the armchairs across from his desk.

"You could have invited your little Auror guards inside with you," Voldemort grinned evilly.

"Figured you and the Death Eaters would have enough fun with me once I got here," he replied pulling loose his tie. "Where is everyone? I was sure the first words I'd hear when I walked in were 'Seize him'."

"They have been told not to interrupt us as I have matters to discuss with you this evening," Voldemort replied. He just nodded unbuttoning his robe. "I take it you had a rather long and exhausting day once the announcement of Dumbledore's death was made public."

"You don't know the half of it," he snorted. "Think I'll be glad once you take over as Minister," he replied running a hand down his face leaning back in the chair.

"Liar," Voldemort said and he lowered his hand to look at the man. "I have spent a considerable amount of time speaking to Nagini, Bella, and my other faithful along with reading file after file in this office. One thing that has become glaringly obvious while I did so is that you enjoy your position of power within the wizarding world," the man finished setting the file down staring at him.

"All right, I do love it, a lot more than I thought I would when I took the job," he replied. "I enjoy twisting everyone's opinions on topics to suit my-your-purposes and making laws based on them. The perks of being Minister aren't so bad either. They almost make up for not having shit growing up."

"Yet you are willing to vacate your post with only an order from me," Voldemort asked.

"You know I am since you've been in and out of my head all day along with everything else you've been doing," he sniggered tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

"Yes, and therein lies my greatest dilemma of the moment," Voldemort replied and he looked at the man again. "I know of your activities in my absence. Upon leaving Hogwarts after your final year you immediately took a post as an assistant to former Minister Scrimgeour prior to moving up the ranks to Public Relations spokesman and then Junior Minister of Magic gaining a seat on the Wizagamot in doing so. You worked closely with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and your harsh and aggressive response to those idiots who thought to claim my status as the reigning dark wizard of the world was not well received at first. You changed that opinion by snuffing out those with the audacity to believe they could until at the tender age of twenty-three you were named Deputy Minister of Magic to Scrimgeour," Voldemort said standing up and moved around the desk towards him.

"Beginning with your appointment as Junior Minister, you secretly freed my Death Eaters from incarceration whilst lobbing for change after change in laws. Due to your popularity for ending any dark wizard's delusions of grandeur before they could truly begin, even Dumbledore's stance against many of those changes went unheeded as more and more of the wizarding world was willing to allow you to do anything you wished based on your stance that it was for the betterment of the wizarding world."

"Everything I did was things you wanted done, though," he replied confused, not sure where this conversation was going.

"Yes, and it appears that so long as you are in the forefront making those changes they shall be much easier accepted." He looked away as he finally understood where Voldemort was going with the conversation. "Ah, then you see my true dilemma," Voldemort said pulling his head back by the hair until he looked up at the man again. "Yes, you have done my will, however, you have done so in such a way that makes you vacating the Minister's chair a much harder adjustment to my reign than it otherwise would have been. Though none have said as much, it is obvious that even my Death Eaters have come to view you as a leader."

"What do you want me to say, that I didn't make sure they did on purpose?" he asked pulling his head away and standing up. "I did and you know it because you've never looked at me and thought that I didn't have a brain in my head big enough to twist things around my way. Bella and the rest of them, half the time I think they still see a sixteen-year-old kid when they look at me. There was more than once while you were gone that I had to kick a Death Eater's arse before they fell back into line because we had work that needed to be done before I brought you back."

"You brought me back needing you to remain in the forefront!" Voldemort snapped.

"So? I still brought you back when I could've just kept going as leader of the Death Eaters and being the Minister of Magic without you," he snapped back. "And might I remind you that you were the one who cast the Killing Curse at me first that night."

"And you once again gave yourself a way back to the world of the living by using your blood to enact the Horcrux," Voldemort said and cast a Crucio at him that he just narrowly avoided. "You left me in that retched undead existence yet again knowing how much I loathed being there!"

"I had to!" he shouted. "It was too dangerous to bring you back sooner, with the Order and Ministry on such high guard. They needed to calm down and relax again before I brought you back!"

"You expect me to believe that took a decade?" Voldemort yelled back and cast another curse at him, this one a wide range curse that he had to pull his wand and counter to avoid being hit with it.

"Dammit, will you stop that and just fucking let me talk to you!" he shouted batting away the curse into a wall. "I didn't spend ten years alone to start fighting with you again!"

"Then why-"

"Because I still love you!" he screamed back. Voldemort stopped speaking still just glaring at him. "I know I probably should've brought you back sooner, before I even freed the Death Eaters. I know I made it so that you needed me to stay Minister of Magic for at least a little while longer. I know that I should've talked to you about the other interpretation of the Prophecy, but dammit, you wouldn't have listened to me even if I had! You'd have said the Prophecy didn't matter anymore because I was loyal to you, but it still did and you know it! The last time you were gone the Order didn't crumble, it just went into stasis because Dumbledore knew that you'd be back. That's not going to happen this time because the Prophecy has been fulfilled and the Order is completely gone."

"Give me your wand," Voldemort said lowly, sternly.

"Fine, here," he snorted and tossed his wand at Voldemort's feet. "If you want to kill me or curse me or torture me for what I did go ahead, but you know that I'm right. Everything I did was because it needed to be done. The Prophecy needed to end to get rid of the Order and the Order needed to be gone before you could rule the wizarding world. All that is done now and the path is clear for you to have what you've always dreamed of."

"And how am I to believe that once I have control of the wizarding world that you shall not come to regret your decision to give it to me?"

"Because I still love you and I still need you," he replied looking away. "All of it, being Minister of Magic and all the perks and everything else, none of it meant a damned thing to me because I wanted you more than any of it. All I've ever wanted was to be by your side." He turned back hearing Voldemort walk towards him. He backed up a step, but only one from the look Voldemort gave him. When the man stopped in front of him and laid a hand on the side of his neck, he stared at the man with damp eyes.

"Every damned day for ten years I've wanted to bring you back, but I knew if I did you'd be coming right back to the same shit you were facing before with Dumbledore and the Order out to kill you and expecting me to do it. I can't do it again and I won't even pretend to want to this time. As much as I love being Minister of Magic, I love you and want to be with you more."

"Prove it," Voldemort said. "Kneel before me and hold out your left arm."

His eyes locked with Voldemort's, he yanked off his robe letting it fall to the ground and blindly tossed the cufflink from his left arm on his desk. Lowering onto one knee, he rolled up his sleeve finally drooping his head and lifted his arm up to the man. He wasn't sure what to expect. He'd asked Bella and a few others what it felt like to receive the Dark Mark, but they hadn't been very detailed. They didn't need to be as he hissed lifting his head as his wrist was held in one of Voldemort's hands and his palm was sliced open with the other.

"I thought-"

"I told you long ago that you carried the only mark of mine I require on your forehead," Voldemort said. "Also, as you pointed out my Mark being on an individual's arm does not necessarily signify complete and utter loyalty," the man said cutting open his own palm and joining the cut lines of their hands together still staring at him. "Swear it to me, Harry, that your loyalty is to me above all others in mind, body, and soul."

"I swear it," he replied softly. "I've been yours since I was sixteen no matter what I call you and I always will belong to you."

"I accept your offering, and though it shall take considerable time for you to regain the level of trust I once had in you, I will acknowledge that your actions were in the interest of achieving my goals. That being the case, you may retain the title of Minister of Magic as Lord and Master of the Wizarding World is a higher rank than that of Minister of Magic," Voldemort smirked back. He sniggered softly with a small nod. "And with a mixing of our blood I now no longer need you to bring me back by means of a Horcrux as I may return by you carrying my blood as you did so once with me."

"You'll never need to use either method. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you for a very, very long time," he said. Voldemort pulled him to his feet by his hair and he barely had the chance to take a breath before the man's tongue was in his mouth. "You realize," he whispered into the kiss, "that the way you made me word that and what you said in response was considered a blood binding, not a blood oath."

"I know what it was, Harry," Voldemort chuckled running the tip of his wand down his back and removing his clothes in the process. "The world shall know of my return by morning with the registering of our blood bond as a bonding license in the Hall of Records."

"Then I want a promise," he replied.

"That I will not kill you, I suppose?" Voldemort laughed lowly pulling his head back by the hair as he removed the man's clothing by hand.

"Hardly. Your death threats are a turn on." He laughed, too, when Voldemort growled and bit the front of his throat. A second later their mouths joined again heatedly and he worked faster to get the other man's clothes off.

I see I still no longer need to indulge you by consuming Polyjuice.

Remember when I said only if you wanted to indulge yourself? I still mean that, too. He felt the shift of apparation before he was pushed backwards and Voldemort was over him, both of them naked on his bed. God I missed you. You sure you're up for this? You've only been back for less than a day.

I am perfectly capable of consummating our bond by claiming what is mine, Harry, and as Wormtail interrupting us is no longer an issue, I plan to.

Oh yeah, I forgot about that, he winced in his head. It wasn't actually my fault. Well, I mean it sort of was because I kept trying to feed him to Nagini, but I didn't that time. Aurors showed up here unannounced and he changed into his animagus form up here not knowing Nagini was sleeping under the bed and-

Nagini being as alive and well as I am is more important to me than that Draco Malfoy has now taken Wormtail's place as my personal sevant. Now make your request quickly as your mind shall be otherwise consumed for some time. He felt the spell that slicked up his arse and groaned tilting his head back as a long finger slowly and thoroughly breached him. Harry.

I already have a part of your soul and your mind is linked with mine. I want the third promise, too. Voldemort pulled back from his throat and looked down at him. Anytime you want it or need it I'll be there at just a thought and you know it. I just want to be the only one you touch like this.

After all these years, after all you have done in my name, there still remains that shred of Gryffindor sentimentality in you, Voldemort teased. He rolled his eyes, but then they rolled backwards for another reason as Voldemort tweaked the nub inside him. Very well, but only due to such a promise keeping you completely committed to me and your loyalty shall lead the wizarding world down the same path. He opened his eyes again and laid a hand on the side of Voldemort's neck.

"Of course, my Lord," he smirked and Voldemort grabbed his hair again. Doesn't matter if I call you that. Soon the world will be. I'll make sure of it. Voldemort grinned and he returned it. And neither of them said much more the rest of the night.

Since I know I'm going to get reviews saying that Voldemort forgave Harry way too easily all I'll say is this: Voldemort is very intelligent man.

Yes, Harry killed Voldemort. Harry also brought Voldemort back with the Prophecy fulfilled and it'll never be an issue again.

While Voldemort was gone, Harry did EVERYTHING Voldemort wanted him to do following all those plans that Voldemort had for Harry.

The Order is gone, something Voldemort needed done to completely take over the wizarding world. Harry did all the work of clearing the way for Voldemort's reign and then brought Voldemort back to reap the benefits of all Harry's hard work.

Harry kept his promise of making Albus Dumbledore's death come at Voldemort's hand.

And finally, Harry not sleeping with anyone else the entire time Voldemort was gone showed just how faithful Harry is to him. Harry had everything Voldemort always wanted: political power and complete control of the wizarding world, but didn't care because Harry just wanted him back.

It was all those reasons combined that made Voldemort accept what Harry had done and Harry's explanation of why. He doesn't completely trust Harry anymore, but Harry's done enough for Voldemort to forgive Harry at least a little. OOC? Absolutely, but Harry and Voldemort falling in love with each other is OOC so a little more doesn't hurt.

And yes, the blood bonding is considered a marriage. =)

Thank you for reading. If you have the time or any other questions, please leave a review. I'll be sure to answer any questions. =)

Nyx Myst

P.S. Hope that makes things a little better for you, 'demort. I edited and added things to include LV talking about the 'retched undead existence' just for you. =)