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Voldemort opened his eyes in a rather confused state. He actually had seen the car, at the last minute. But hadn't the time to draw his wand out and smite it to eternity. So instead, he was no staring up at Brilliant green orbs, full of worry. The next thing that caught his eyes was a very peculiar scar on the boy's forehead, one that Voldemort recognized with unsurprising clarity. Harry Potter! The Boy who thwarted him and all his wonderful plans! Voldemort, however realized that there was quite a scene. And if he wanted his identity to remain a secret he couldn't use his magic and disperse with the annoying boy right now… So he pretended to be a helpless muggle.

"Are you okay?" Red lips moved, forming words. Voldemort watched with a horrified awe… Such beautiful lips… In his mind, he verbally lashed out to Draco, to keep him quiet and at least i Try /i to keep a reign on his emotions. Voldemort shook his head to dispel all the wrong thoughts from his head, and the Boy Who Lives took this the wrong way.

"Where are you hurt? Can you stand?" Harry gently steadied the boy (and to think his first impression was a woman, damn he was off today). He put his arm to the blonde's back and gently got him sitting up, and eventually standing. He looked understandably pissed.

"Hey, How is he?" There came a women and a man then, and Voldemort desperately tried to calm his anger. He shouldn't do anything yet…

"Um…. Angry. But other than that Mr… um… what did you say your name was?" Harry interjected, looking at the Blond boy with an impassive look. This startled Voldemort. Did the boy know nothing of himself? Perhaps... he wouldn't have to kill him. Yes he could see the possibilities now…

"Ah… Malfoy."

"Right, Mr. Malfoy seems unscathed…-"

"Draco!" Came walking, a man in a black robe that billowed out behind him. Harry Potter and the two strangers with him didn't seem to be afraid of Lucius as he approached. The taxi Driver however… well that was a different story, as it was quite apparent he knew who Malfoy was… This got Voldemort thinking. Had Dumbledore picked up on Harry Potter's magical signature enough to send a Taxi driver, no less, after him? Interesting….

Lucuis looked like he was about to Curse everyone into oblivion when Voldemort shook his blond locks every so slightly, as if to tell him secretly not to make a scene. Lucius didn't hide is fuming rage however. He had seen the accident. How dare these muggles endanger his lord and his Son! It was Unforgivable! He rushed over, pretending to be the caring father (not like that was very hard).

"Draco! Draco, are you okay! Answer me!" Voldemort mutely nodded his head, casting another confused and penetrating glance at the Boy who lived. Lucius caught the glance and barely managed to contain his surprise. Of course, it was a small wonder why Voldemort hadn't destroyed this part of the City yet. Lucius masked his surprised with a fierce and angry glare at both Potter and the Taxi driver.

The Taxi driver shrank away, and Malfoy had the instant impression it was Tonks in that disguise… Such an interesting situation this had evolved into…

"Oh my, this is... rather difficult. Um Mr. Malfoy I presume?" The woman began, before Harry interrupted her.

"It's our fault. We were accidentally horrifying the taxi driver into not paying attention to the road. Is there any way we can make it up to you?" Harry asked, peering at the man intently. The boy had an unusual gaze, much like the dark lords. Voldemort was once again surprised into looking straight into those Brilliant green orbs.

"I know! Since we just recently moved here, how about we make dinner for you? How about in a week when we're all settled in? Um... I have a piece of paper here, ah! There it is. Here, I'll write down our address and can you come Friday perhaps? Here." Clair handed the older Malfoy a slip of white paper, he looked at her dirtily before gingerly accepted it. Only because Draco/Voldemort applied pressure to his foot, warning him not to slap her hand away.

Lucius was about to speak when Voldemort beat him to the punch. "Ah… We'll be there." He nodded, his eyes still glued to Potters. Draco's hormones were starting to, once again run rabid and wild, causing Voldemorts breath to hitch slightly in his throat. Potters damn eyes! They wouldn't leave him alone.

"Cool then, we'll see you Friday." Said the older, dark skinned man before steering his wife away, nodding to the taxi driver and leaving the opposite direction; they would walk the rest of the way to the dealership. Harry however lingered. He was staring, quite obviously at Draco Malfoy (who he obviously, also didn't know was in fact Voldemort.)

"See something you like, boy?" Lucius sneered.

Harry shrugged, still looking at Voldemort with an impassive and peering look. This made both Draco and Voldemort squirm. There was something… weird about the younger Malfoy son that Harry couldn't place. Eventually the call of his mother brought him back to his senses and Harry moved on, not casting a second glance at them.

(Later that evening)

"M'lord?" Lucius questioned nervously after the long silence following their unusual encounter and after they had arrived at the riddle mansion. He was still trying to get used to the fact that His Master was trapped in his son's body. He was so used to bowing to the dark haired evil overlord that suddenly bowing to his son was… more on the awkward side. Especially when Voldemort would randomly retreat and Draco would be the conscious one.

"Potter….." He hissed venomously.

"Potter, M'lord?"

"That Boy! That Boy was Potter! He's ALIVE"

"y-yes… m-m'lord…."

"Crucio!" Voldemort enjoyed watching Lucius writhe and scream on the ground, and eventually released him. "Now leave me. I will call you when I have need of your… i assistance /i " he claimed, waving his wand and sending Lucius painfully out of the room. Voldemort snickered and began to think. Potter... didn't know who he was, Further more it seemed that he had been given, unknowingly, the exact location to Potters whereabouts, and even an opportunity to turn him to his cause.

All he had to do was do it slowly. And prevent Dumbledore from beating him too it. First, he would slowly entertain the idea of magic… see what Potter thought about it... and if things went the way he wanted… Potter would be his by the end of July.

Satisfied, Voldemort allowed his youthful body to fall into a heavy sleep, still sitting in his throne.

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Red lips and pale skin. He kissed those sensual lips deeply, searching for his tongue and moaning as it felt it caress his lips.

"More..." Draco whispered, pushing the Other boy's black shirt away and exposing creamy milk white skin. He started to caress the skin, taking the other boy's nipple in his mouth and flicking the tender tip with his tongue, enjoying as the other boy whimpered and dug his fingers into Draco's hair. Draco's eyes widened in fascination at the extensive tattoo covering the boy's upper torso (and slipping beneath his pants as well, winding it seemed, all the way around his body). A beautiful viper snake. Black scales, silver claws and red piercing eyes. He licked the snake's tongue which was flicked outward, just over the boy's heart.

There came an unusual sound, moan with a half frightened whimper. He looked up and Gasped into the pained expression those beautiful green eyes were giving. Draco looked back to the snake only to discover it had moved. Its fangs were extended, and Draco watched, fascinated as it slowly started to peal away Potter's skin. He felt blood come to his hands, still pressed against the pale boy's chest. Things became black and white all except potter's blood as the snake continued to eat away his flesh, and he watched still with lustful fantasy, as the snake took Potter's heart in his mouth and promptly bit down on it. Draco was captivated by the beautiful color of the Blood, so beautiful…

Voldemort awoke in his chair, feeling dread. He was sweating profusely, clutching onto his heart as if his life depended on it. He didn't have a heart attack, he was in Too young of a body for that… and that dream… He shook his head, panting, trying to dispel the bad thoughts away. He got up and moaned instantly, looking down at his hard erection poking his trousers.

"Fucking Teenagers and their fucking hormones. " He ranted mindlessly, heading to the bathroom.