A Face to Face Encounter

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The start of term was nearing, and Harry had heard no more from Voldemort, thankfully. In fact, he had almost wiped the whole thing from his memory, and he hadn't bothered telling Ron or Hermione, in hopes that nothing else would happen that would force him to.

He, Ron and Hermione were in Diagon Alley purchasing their school supplies, and they walked freely around the small village without a care in the world. Word had it that the mysterious murders had stopped all together, and Diagon Alley seemed to be bustling with students again, so Mr. Weasely hadn't felt it necessary to accompany them and play out his bodyguard fantasy.

However, as Harry, Ron and Hermione passed a small enclosed alleyway, Hermione spotted something in the bookstore window and Ron conveniently spotted something in the broom store and they both went running in opposite directions, pressing their noses to the glass.

Harry, however, was dumbstruck for as his friends had run away from him, leaving him completely and utterly alone and unguarded, a hooded figure had pounced on him from the alleyway and was now dragging him back into it.

"Help!" Harry screamed in panic. "Rape!Rape!"

But, no one heard, and the hooded figure clapped his hand over Harry's mouth.

Harry tried to find his wand, but the hooded figure was too quick and swiftly pulled Harry's wand from the waistband of his pants and shoved it into his own robes.

Harry's eyes flew around the alleyway in panic, looking for anything that might help him. But, all he saw was another student that looked a lot like him lying slouched against a building wall. He tried to scream again in panic, but the hand holding his mouth muffled it.

"Harry," rasped a voice from under the hood. "Harry, please do calm down. I'll let you go if you promise not to scream or run away," the voice continued rather calmly.

Harry nodded his head frantically. He knew that voice, and he would keep his promise to Dumbledore to not harm Voldemort in any way... unless he tried to sex him up... which he was very close to doing at the present...

"I don't believe you, Harry," the hooded figure shook his head and his grip tightened.

Harry became so desperate to get away that he snaked out his tongue and licked the hand that was holding his mouth.

"Blech!" exclaimed the Dark Lord, releasing his grip on Harry as if he were a hot potato.

"What do you want?" Harry asked threateningly.

Wiping the spittle off his hands Voldemort replied with a wide expecting grin, "Did you like my animal sacrifice?"

Harry stared at him in bewilderment, not sure of what to say. "Is that what you dragged me in here for!" Harry exclaimed angrily, remembering the last encounter he had had with one of Voldemort's expressions of love for him.

The Dark Lord's face hung in disappointment and Harry thought he saw a tear forming in his slit of an eye.

"Look, it was really nice, ok?" Harry said hurriedly, not wanting to deal with a crying Voldemort.

"Really!" Voldemort's face brightened instantly. Harry nodded halfheartedly. "Oh, Harry!" he squealed, desperation oozing through his slit-like eyes and he lunged towards Harry for a hug. Harry, however, deftly moved out of the way and the Dark Lord fell to the ground with and "Oof".

"Oopsie Daisy," Voldemort remarked as he picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I think I liked the old Voldemort better," he thought to himself and noticing the boy still slouched against the wall, asked the Dark Lord, "What happened to him?"

"Him? Oh... well, I thought he was you at first... and he wouldn't stop struggling when I asked him nicely... so I kinda... broke... his.. neck..." the Dark Lord mumbled innocently.

Harry stared at him in disgust before schooling his features into indifference. "Well, um... I have to go..." Voldemort's face dropped. "My friends will miss me," Harry made an excuse. Voldemort nodded in agreement and handed Harry his wand back. "Er, thanks," Harry said and waved the Dark Lord an awkward Goodbye.

"I'll write you everyday!" the Dark Lord yelled as Harry walked away.

Harry hoped not as he rounded the corner and found a very worried Ron and Hermione looking in a garbage can and whispering, "Harry? Are you in there?"

"I'm right here, you guys," Harry said coming up behind them. Ron and Hermione jumped and turned around to face Harry.

"Where were you, Harry? We were worried sick!" Hermione exclaimed through her bushy hair.

"It's a long story," Harry answered and he told them all about the love potion and how Voldemort was now in love with him. Hermione looked worried, but Ron cackled out loud.

"Think of the opportunities in this, mate!" Ron began excitedly.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked Ron curiously.

"Well, I mean. He's in love with you, so you can make him do whatever you want... You should make him into your love slave!" Ron concluded.

"Why would anyone want Voldemort as a love slave?" Harry asked sounding disgusted.

"Er... right..." Ron replied, his face turning beet red.

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Yes, I know this is a short chapter. But, it'll be alright, I promise. Just read and review and everything will be fineeeeee.