I'm so sorry! I had this finished awhile ago, but thought I didn't! I'd been stressing trying to finish this chapter because it'd been awhile since I'd updated it, only to realize I'd been working on the chapter after this one… So, you'll be getting the next chapter by next week most likely. I just need to edit/proof read it.
Hope you all enjoy!

P.S. Thank you to all who have stuck with me even though I'm horrible at updating.

HPXV

Harry looked around his new room in awe. It was at least three times bigger than his one at the Dursley's. The walls were painted green with white accents, and the bed in the center of the room could fit at least four people comfortably. There was a fireplace with a few chairs and a table in front of it, and a large wardrobe on the other end of the room. Close to the wardrobe was another door that led into a bathroom that had an ornate sink, a bathtub that could fit at least five people, and a large clear glass shower.

"Does Master Harry bes needing anything else from Hopsy," the little elf said, drawing Harry's attention away from looking around the room.

"Um, do you have anything I could change in to?" he asked, looking at his stained and torn clothes. "These are a bit dirty."

"Dark Master has Hopsy take some his old clothes, and fix them to fit Master Harry until yous bes able to gets your own. They bes in the Wardrobe, Master Harry," Hopsy said, walking over to the wardrobe and opening it, allowing Harry to see a few clothes inside.

"Thank you, Hopsy. Um, would you mind getting me something light to eat? I am a bit hungry," he said, pulling out a pair of pajama pants and a night shirt.

"Hopsy bes doing that right away! But nothing too much because Master Harry bes going to sleep soon," she said, before popping out of the room.

Harry shook his head fondly as he began to change. Hopsy reminded him a little of Dobby, but without the hero worship. The thought of Dobby sent a small pang to his heart. He looked down at his unique Dark Mark, what would Dobby think of him now? He had freed the little elf only to go and join with the people that had treated him so badly. No, he couldn't be thinking like that. Dumbledore left him with abusive relatives, and kept important information from him. Dobby would forgive him. Besides, it wasn't like he actually liked the Malfoys. Forcing away the thoughts of the little elf, Harry finished dressing. He walked over to the fireplace and took a seat in one of the over-stuffed chairs, patiently waiting for his food.

Absently, he began to trace the snake on his arm, the touch sending pleasant shivers through him. Curious, he rubbed a little more firmly. He nearly jumped in shocked at the wave of pleasure that coursed through him. Realizing he was becoming aroused, he was filled with shame, and anger. Why was he coming aroused from touching his mark? Did everyone's do that or did Voldemort do that to humiliate or tease him?

His wondering was cut short by Hopsy arriving with his food. The smell reminded him of how hungry he was, and he quickly dived onto the bowl of soup and bread she had brought him. Once he was finished, he dragged himself over to the plush bed, and crawled into it. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

HPXV

It had been two weeks since Harry took the Dark Mark, and during that time he had barely a minute to himself.

Rabastan and Rodolphus were constantly drilling information into him about Wizarding traditions and etiquette. Snape was their every other night to teach him Occlumency, which he was slowly getting a grasp on. He had managed to push his professor out of his head a couple of times already. Barty, during his time at Hogwarts pretending to be Professor Moody, was an excellent teacher, and still was one. He could definitely say that learning Dark Arts was his favorite lesson. Barty, who liked to be called Professor Barty during his lesson, was patient, and wasn't afraid of correcting him or yelling at him if he did something stupid. He was a little nervous because he was starting to think of Barty as that 'cool older brother' that he would hear the other kids at school talk about, and didn't want to disappoint him if he couldn't do a spell correctly. Lucius hadn't introduced him to any of the other dark families at Hogwarts yet, but was planning a get-together (or "Afternoon tea" as Lucius called it) on the weekend.

Harry absolutely enjoyed all of his lessons and teachers, but Harry's favorite person was Bellatrix. She insisted on being called Mama Bella, and was always spoiling him. She took him shopping in Paris for new clothes and school supplies, and bought him an ice cream cone (he was still confused as to why, but wasn't going to complain). She always tried to sit in on Barty's class, and gave pointers when she could, sometimes even showing them spells that neither had heard of before. If he was confused with his homework that the others gave him, she would either help him with it or drag him away to go cause mayhem. If he got hurt, she was right there to heal him and offer encouraging words, and sometimes punish the person who hurt him. She was like a mother, a sister, and a best friend all in one.

The only time he didn't like her was when she went off on wanting to torture muggles and muggleborns. But he didn't hate her too much for it. Rabastan had explained to him that she had been forced to watch as the Longbottom's killed their only child, causing her, already unstable mind, to fall into insanity with grief. He didn't know all the details, but he said that it was something that no one should have had to see or experience. It was one of the reasons why the Dark was so fond of the Killing Curse, because it killed painlessly. Crucio was another matter, but it was rarely ever used to kill anyone.

He had also become a lot closer with Voldemort or Marvolo as he had asked to be called. Marvolo insisted that they eat at least one meal together a day, and frequently asked him to accompany him on walks or to review homework in his study. Harry was a little concerned about his growing crush on the man. Physical attraction could have been dismissed, but now he was starting to like him for other reasons. Like how he conversed with him as a man who knew what he was talking about and not a silly little boy, his dark humor and wit, his cunning, and the way he'd smile when Harry pulled a clever prank on or with Rodolphus and Rabastan. Yep, he was on his way to seriously fall for Marvolo.

At the moment he was on his way to eat dinner with the man. Marvolo had many appointments with different Werewolf packs, Vampire covens, and Veela communities during the early morning till late afternoon, so they decided to have dinner that night in Marvolo's quarters. It was going to be the first time Harry set foot in them which made him a bit nervous; the first person other than Voldy-smouldy himself, actually. He, like the rest of the Death Eaters, didn't know where Marvolo's rooms were. If they wanted to speak with them late at night, they had to send an urgent message or a Patronus. So Marvolo wrote down direction on a charmed piece of paper that would allow only him to read it. The Directions were from the training room to his.

On his way there, Harry thought of things that could go wrong during dinner. What if he spilt or dropped something on the floor? No doubt the House Elves would get it out, but they couldn't get rid of his mortification. It wasn't like they hadn't been eating together for the past two weeks, but they had always eaten in the dining room where people would pop in all the time. Either to eat with them or with information for their Lord, this would be the first time they ever had a "private" dinner together. He was forcing himself not to think of it as a date, but that was becoming harder and harder to do as he got closer to the door.

Eventually, he reached the large dark stained door that lead into Marvolo's rooms. He looked around in surprise, noticing that the door was directly across the hall from his own. 'Well isn't that an odd coincidence,' he thought to himself, wondering why Marvolo had placed their rooms so close together. Everyone else's personal quarters were in a different wing of the manor. Deciding to ask Marvolo during dinner, he knocked a rhythm on the door. "Come in, Harry," came the muffled voice of Marvolo from the other side. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Harry opened the door and stepped inside.

Harry let out a light gasp as he gazed around the elegant room. The floor was a dark-stained wood, and the walls were painted green. The bed, a wooden four-poster in the center of the far wall, sat at on top of a fluffy cream carpet, and was covered with large white pillows on top of a simple, yet elegant, dark green comforter; sheer curtains were tied to the bed posts. There was a fireplace surrounded by a brown leather couch and two chairs, with a coffee table in the middle. There was an open doorway on the other end of the room that led to an equally astonishing bathroom if the glimpse he saw was to be believed. The rest of the furniture seemed to follow the color scheme of the bed and seating area.

"If you are done gaping at my room like a foolish muggle, would you kindly join me for dinner?" Marvolo said, sitting in one of the chairs by the fire suppressing a smile. Harry really was easily amazed. "I cannot answer for you, but my day was a rather tiring one that left me quite hungry."

Harry closed his open mouth, and moved to sit on the couch. He wanted to say something to get rid of the following silence, but found himself tongue-tied, for the first time, around Marvolo. He really shouldn't have been thinking about this being a date on his way up here.

"Cat got your tongue?" Marvolo said lightly, smiling.

"Just surprised you actually have a bedroom. I was starting to think you turned into a bat, and slept on the ceiling in your office," Harry joked back, glad that Marvolo was the first one to break the growing silence.

"I do. I had this room made up while you were at lessons to keep up appearances," Marvolo responded sarcastically.

Harry chuckled lightly. "So, what's for dinner tonight?" he asked, his stomach growling lightly as he spoke. "Barty worked me really hard today. He was teaching me Imperius Curse today since it's apparently the easiest one to learn, but I didn't expect it to be so tiring."

While Harry had been talking, Voldemort had snapped his fingers. Two plates appeared on the table in front of them filled with some colorful salad, which were quickly followed by two bowls of potato and kale soup, and a plate of freshly made baguette. Harry groaned in pleasure at the sight of the food, and began eating. His etiquette training had helped so that he didn't eat like, as Marvolo had called it the first time they ate together, "a starved man at a feast".

Marvolo shifted his legs to hide his growing arousal at the pleasant sound Harry made when he saw the food. Hopefully, he would not have to struggle too much longer. He picked up his own fork, and began to eat as well. After a few minutes of silence, minus the sounds of eating, Marvolo said, "Did you manage to cast the curse successfully?"

"Huh? Yea, I did! I made Lucius transfigure his robes into a women's evening gown, and had him flirt with Barty using horrible pickup lines. You should have seen his face when I canceled the curse," Harry said, his eyes shining with amusement. "I wanted to make him kiss him, but Barty said he would chop off my nuts with a rusty blade if I even attempted it. I was so tempted! But I decided that I needed those more than I needed to see that."

Marvolo let out a light chuckle at the image that Harry presented; he almost wished that he could have seen it. "I am sure Barty appreciated the attention. Speaking of attention, has there been anyone who has caught your eye?" he asked. Might as well make his intentions known now, and take out any possible adversaries he may have.

Harry inhaled sharply, forgetting his had just taken a spoonful of soup, and proceeded to cough harshly. Once the soup was cleared from his airways, he took as drink of water, and stared wide-eyed at the Dark Lord in front of him. "W-Why do you ask?" he said, hoarsely. He couldn't have possibly found out about his crush, could he?

The dark lord saw the slightly panicky look in Harry's eyes, and wondered what could have caused it. Was he in love with someone the he did not think he would approve of or could he perhaps have feelings for him? No, it was most likely the first option. Well of course he was not going to approve! Harry was his! "Just curious, you are an adolescent boy. I am just inquiring as to whom you might have feeling for," he said. "Also, with the way you are acting, it is quite obvious that you do have fond feelings for someone."

"Um, well," Harry whispered. Should he tell him? He would probably get laughed at or maybe thrown out of the room. Best to tell a half-truth instead, Marvolo would be able to tell if he was flat out lying. "There is someone I've taken a liking to."

"May I inquire as to who it might be?" Marvolo said, just managing to keep his voice conversational. A list of followers began to form in his head that Harry could possibly have fallen for. But what if it was someone from Hogwarts?

Harry forced himself to stay relaxed, his mind racing to find a way to evade the question. "Um, well it's a guy. I used to hate him a lot, but he's been spending a lot of time with me while I've been here, and helping me learn," he said, finally settling on being as vague as possible. "He's tall, and has these captivating eyes, and a smile that just makes you want to smile back. I'm going to miss him greatly when I leave."

Well that was delightfully helpful! Harry just managed to describe well over half his followers in a few simple sentences. How was he supposed to know who he was up against in the battle for Harry's affections if the stupid boy would not even give him a name! Now he had to observe him to see who he liked. "It has become late, and I have several meetings tomorrow that require me to be fully aware of my surroundings. I hope dinner was to your liking. I apologize that it was so short, but I really must retire," he said, his voice surprisingly normal. Luckily, he had ended other meals similar to this one, so Harry should not be too curious about the abruptness of it.

"Good night, Marvolo. Sleep well, don't let the bedbugs bite!" Harry said, walking out of the room. Glad to be away from Marvolo's questions. He just hoped that he wouldn't keep asking until he was forced to answer.

Voldemort watched as Harry left his room, closing the door behind himself. Once he was sure Harry was in his rooms, he left to go to his office. He had several meetings he needed to reschedule. Harry was about to get a new observer while he took his lessons.