Alright, this is not my first story, but it's only my second one ever posting on here. MAJOR WARNING, so listen up:
DARK!HARRY Dumbledore!BASHING
HOT AND STEAMY SLASH, OR GUYXGUY
VOLDEMORT/HARRY

If you have any problem with any of these things, are too young or too immature to read this, go away.
That's what the back button is for. I don't need flamers, and I promise you, I'm not gonna give a rats butt
if you don't like my writing or this pairing. Cuz for every one of you, there is at least four that do.

Disclaimer: I do not own this, or any of the characters. And even though I do in fact own these books, I do not own the rights to any of them.
So go bother JK Rowling for making this pairing so scrumptious if you got a problem with it.

A/N: Quick, but long update. I like how this turned out, just proof reading it and posting it before I go to bed (: I stayed up all of the past two nights writing this, i\I'm exhausted! As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcome!

Harry nuzzled under the Dark Lord's chin, arms around his neck, one leg thrown over the man's side. It was still late, or early, however you wanted to look at it. The sun had yet to rise, so it was chilly on the Astronomy Tower. However, Voldemort made sure that the chilled air was kept at bay, a simple spell easily keeping his Serpent warm. Tracing patterns into his back, he hummed his approval when he felt that Harry was waking again. It was nearly 7:30, a little later than the serpent normally woke, but he had plenty of time before classes, which started at 9.

Though the man was not quite sure he was going to release his Serpent to go to class.

The teen stretched then gasped when he felt the man still inside him, stirring his insides. "Mmm..." He bit his lip, slowly opening his emerald orbs to gaze up at the man that had not once taken his eyes off him. Blushing lightly, he looked away, but tightened his arms around the wizard's neck, drawing him closer. He chuckled, and the boy said in a mumbled voice, "Good morning, Tom..." 'Tom' stiffened inside of him at the sound of their language, bringing another gasp from his lips. "Mmm..." He closed his eyes, tucking his head back under his chin.

Chuckling, Voldemort ran his fingers through the teen's too-long hair, gently tugging at the ends of it. "Good morning, my little Serpent." Harry shuddered at the words whispered into his ear, looking up at the man with wide, still sleepy emerald eyes. The man smirked, leaning down to gently press their lips together. A moan escaped the teen's lips, and he tightened his grip on the man's neck, pulling him down while pushing himself up, crashing their lips hard together.

The man followed suit, quickly dominating his Serpent in the kiss, leaving him breathless in a matter of seconds. The boy's toes curling, he lifted his legs to push the man further inside of him, both groaning at the feel of such. Voldemort clutched him tighter, shifting his hips to drive his quickly hardening cock further into the boy, making him gasp and moan, tangling his fingers into his hair. "Ah..."

They kissed for a matter of minutes, before Harry pulled away and rested his head on his chest, panting heavily. Chuckling again, the Dark Lord combed his fingers back through his hair, rubbing his back in a soothing manner. Face a tad bit flushed, the teen look up at him, a million questions bubbling at his lips, yet he was hesitant to disturb the comfortable silence they sat in. It was nice, to just be able to sit there with someone and not have to worry about what they thought of you.

He wasn't quite sure exactly what Voldemort thought of him, but he didn't really care, to be honest.

"Speak your thoughts, little Serpent," He pressed his lips to the teen's forehead, who released a sigh of breath, relaxing at the feel. The teen very much so enjoyed the fact that Tom only spoke to him in their language; it made their conversations feel all that much more intimate.

Clearing his throat, he looked up at him with Avada Kedavra green eyes, and the man flashed back, if only for a second, to how those eyes had looked on an infant, when he had whispered those very words that nearly cost him his own life. A shudder ran down his spine as he thought of how it had felt, to be hit with his own killing curse. Still... ultimately, it had made him stronger, and now, from that pain, he now had this magnificent creature he called his own. This Serpent was rightfully his, and not a damn person could do a damn thing about it.

After smirking inwardly to himself at how good that felt to think, he turned his attention back on the boy.

"How in the bloody hell are you accomplishing this? You're on the grounds of Hogwarts, for God's sake!" The man only smirked, a smug glint to his crimson eyes.

"That old fool doesn't know every secret there is to this old castle, and not every trick up my sleeve. I can do a great many things he has claimed are impossible." Harry believed him wholeheartedly, but couldn't help but feel a little anxious; just because the man didn't know he could get on the grounds didn't mean he didn't know he was there. As if reading his thought, which he probably did, the man continued, "And if the old fool did know I was here... why hasn't he done anything? My little Serpent, I have thought this through. I am not as much a fool as you believe I am."

Harry grinned, his cocky and playful side sparking, "Well... you said it, not me." His buttocks was swatted playfully, and bucked forward, jerking the man inside him while doing so. He gave a light gasp at the feel, but Tom full out moaned, drawing his attention up to his face, his curiosity peaking. Watching him this time, he bit his own lip to stifle his sounds and bucked again, heat rising in his body in response to the sounds the wizard made.

"Harry..." the man said warningly. He couldn't help an impish grin at the tone, leaning up to press their lips together. Returning the pressure, he cupped the back of his head, drawing him closer.

Giving a light sigh, the teen pulled away, resting his head against him. "So... now what?" Voldemort quirked an eyebrow at him, as though unaware of what he meant, though Harry knew he knew. After all, there were very few things in this world he was unaware of, and none of those things pertained to him. It seemed as though the Dark Lord knew everything there was to know about him, even more so than he knew. Growling, he rolled his eyes, "Well? Did you break into what is supposed to one of the most secure places on earth simply to shag me?"

A grin twisted across the face of the most powerful person Harry had ever known to walk the earth. "And if I say yes?" Rolling his eyes, Harry slightly pushed away from him.

"I'd call you a liar." He adopted the English language again, and did not miss the spark of anger that flashed in crimson eyes. The anger quickly faded though, but the man jerked him closer, not allowing him to move an inch away.

Following suit, Voldemort replied in the blocky language he didn't like to use. It didn't flow as well; it didn't transmit the same feeling through words. "If there is one thing this Dark Lord is not, it is a liar." Omitting certain truths and withholding information was not lying; it was being tactful. Rolling his eyes, Harry quirked an eyebrow up at him, demanding without words he continue. "I came here to take you as I have have been dreaming of." Harry shuddered, licking his lips while he listened.

"However, where we go from here is completely up to you."

Eyebrows knitting, the teen shifted a little, unsure of what he had meant. "W... what do you mean?" He naturally fell back into the routine of speaking Parseltongue with the man, even when he tried not to. It had become such a habit. That was probably going to get him in trouble someday, because it was becoming natural to speak the language. He had caught himself hissing under his breath to his uncle over the summer. That had been one hell of a beating, for how 'unnatural' he was.

Drawing his thoughts back to the present, the wizard brushed a hand across his cheek, enticing the teen to look up at him. "What I mean is exactly that, my little Serpent." He shuddered again, unable to tear his eyes away from the crimson gaze keeping him hostage. "Where I-we go from here is entirely up to you." His heart leapt to his throat as he saw where the man was going before he got the words out of his mouth. "Come with me, or stay here with them. This is up to you."

His pulse thundered in his ears, his heart racing as he thought out all of the possibilities. On one hand... going with Tom was the only thing he wanted in life. He didn't want this saving-the-world business, he didn't want Dumbledore and his lies, Ron and his jealousy, Hermione and her pushy attitude. All he wanted was what the man was offering. Voldemort was offering everything he had ever wanted and more. He seemed to be crazy for even considering anything else.

On the other hand... Hogwarts was his home. He hadn't completed his education, wasn't a qualified wizard yet. There was more he could learn from the castle, from his lessons. Even with Dumbledore, and Ron, and Hermione... the castle itself was worth it. He didn't want to leave it, not ever. If he wouldn't become an Auror, he had thought of being a teacher, simply to be able to stay in the castle for life. There were people here he would miss, too. The twins... was that it? He tried wracking his brain for other people he would miss, but it was mostly the twins.

Harry didn't know which to choose. He wanted to say yes so bad, to throw everything to the wind and never release Voldemort for all eternity. At the same time, he wanted to say no, to stay where he was in his little world. Even if it was a life he didn't like, it was a life he knew, and though he aspired for more, he was hesitant to take that step out of line to change his own destiny.

Voldemort could see the internal struggle going on in the boy, and soothed his hair back. "Serpent... there is nothing for you to worry your head over. Your don't have to decide now. I will be back for your ultimate decision tonight, where we rest now. However, just so you know," he leaned forward, resting their foreheads together and soothing him. "You will not be leaving this school forever. You and I shall conquer the world, this school itself being the first we take. Until that time, if you come with me, you will continue receiving lessons from only the best.

"You can expand your knowledge, learn the things you want to learn, the things that you are required to learn in order to survive in this world, unlike what they teach here. Harry, if you do decide to come with me, do not think it will be the last time you walk through these halls. Remember, this place is my home too." The boy nodded, staring up at him with wide, unsure eyes. Cupping his cheek, his voice turned soothing, "You don't need to decide now, my little Serpent. You have all day to decide. Think this over, don't make a snap decision."

The teen nodded, resting into his touch. It was soothing, knowing that the wizard wasn't forcing him to decide, or making the decision for him. He closed his eyes when he felt the man's fingers tracing gentle patterns down his spine, massaging his aching lower back. "Mmm..." he moaned, relaxing into the touch. Voldemort had such a way with words, it was hard for him to think of anything else. However... still, it was a heavy decision. Turning his head, he nuzzled into the man, who smirked down at him but gave no other response.

The two laid quietly together, simply enjoying the other's presence. Harry was loathe to go back into the castle and to his classes, where he would have to deal with his 'friends' again. Voldemort was loathe to leave and return to his headquarters, where he would have to deal with the idiots that were his 'Death Eaters'. Both were more than content to lay on the Astronomy Tower, gazing at the quickly rising sun.

"Tom?" he hissed the name, tilting his head up to look up at him. Quirking a dark eyebrow, he tilted his head down to meet his Serpent's green eyes.

"Yes?"

The question bubbled at his lips, yet he was hesitant to say it aloud, no matter how desperately he wished for an answer. Glancing down again, the Dark Lord quirked his eyebrow higher. "Speak, my little Serpent."

Licking his lips, he glanced away, summoning the courage to ask him. Gritting his teeth, his head snapped back up and he met the wizard's gaze, his emerald eyes shimmering in determination. Oh well. It's now or never. "Why me?" the man blinked down at him, and he ventured further. "Why on Earth did you choose me, of all people, Voldemort?" Amusement flickered across his face, his look turning to that of a predator. "There are many people in this world, closer to your age..."

Shifting, he pinned his Serpent on his back, arms pulled above his head, legs apart while the wizard kneeled between them. For the first time since they had finished the earlier that night, the man was no longer buried in the boy. He gasped, filled with a strangely empty feeling at the loss. Smirking, Voldemort began to hiss at him, well aware that he was clenching his asshole in an effort to feel... well, not full, but less empty.

"I chose you, Harry Potter, for the plain and simple fact that you are who you are." Eyebrows knitting, Harry mulled over the words. It didn't make sense to him. Voldemort saw the confusion on his face, and continued, "I placed my mark upon you when you were but a year old. At that moment in time, you became mine." A shudder ran down the teen's spine at the words. Seeing such, a grin twisted onto the man's face as he continued. "I have been lenient, allowing you to do as you wished, allowing the world to claim you as theirs.

Growling deep in his throat, his eyes flashed in anger, "However, I am through with allowing such. You are mine," he hissed the word, bringing his face close to the teen's. "It's about damn time you and the world know it." Licking his lips, the pale teen shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed only to open again, looking up at him with disbelief in his emerald eyes. "What?" the man demanded, growling down at him.

Looking away, he replied, "Well... it just seems unlikely. After all, my entire life I've been told I wasn't wanted. To think that you want me... It just doesn't fit right in my brain." Smirking, the man leaned down so their lips were barely brushing.

"Then, I shall just have to re-mold you brain in order for you to see such. This Dark Lord does not lie, Harry. What I say, I mean. You are mine. You might as well just accept it already." Emerald orbs flicked back and forth between the wizard's red ones, steady as they searched for any sign, any hint of a lie. They found no trace of such.

Closing his eyes, he tilted his head away, his cheeks aflame. Smirking, the man took pleasure in seeing his serpent in such a way. He found it endearing, cute even. Pinned beneath him with no hope of escaping, naked as the day he was born, cheeks bright red. He found another interesting fact about his Serpent. When subjected to prolonged blushing, the boy not only turned red on his cheeks, but the tips of his ears, and across his collarbones as well.

Leaning down, he pressed an open mouthed kiss to each of his collarbones, biting back his purr of excitement at his Serpent's sounds. Controlling himself, he lifted his head and looked deep into the eyes of the only man that walked the earth that was his equal. He could not wait to get his serpent's true power to the surface, tapping into what was hidden beneath. He would give him way to control it, his passion fueling his magic.

Those days were going to be pure heaven.

The world would fall at their feet. Surely, it would attempt to resist at first, but once the almighty Hogwarts fell, the world would come crashing down around it. He already had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic; that would be of no consequence, no trouble at all. Once Britain fell, then would come Europe, then would come the world! Simply thinking of it got him excited, made him itching to tear the limbs off of something living.

Rays from the morning sun fell across Harry's face, breaking the man of his reverie. Smirking, he touched his nose to the teen's, pulling away to release him. Blinking, the boy looked at him curiously, obviously not expecting the man to let him go anytime soon. A playful expression darted across the wizard's face, "The sun is rising quickly; it is now past 8. I suppose I will be... nice," he sneered the word, "and not make you late. Now, run off before I decide that it isn't worth it." Harry wasn't sure why the wizard had suddenly changed his language to English, but didn't question it.

Quirking an eyebrow, the teen slowly stood up, redressing slowly while watching Voldemort. While he was watching for any sudden movement, and explanations for this sudden, new development, he was unaware that he was arousing the man, who was redressing as well. Combing his fingers through his hair, the man turned on him when he was buttoning up the last of his shirt buttons. Flicking his wrist, the Invisibility Cloak flew through the air and landed in his hand.

Seeing the Cloak in the man's hand, Harry instantly became apprehensive. He could simply leave with the cloak, and then where would he be? He would be stranded on the Astronomy Tower in his night clothes, without a way to get back to his dorm unseen. It would be just like Tom to do that, leave him with no way to get back to his dorm but to traipse around in front of the entire castle in his pajamas. Gritting his teeth, he held out his hand. "Give it to me, Tom." Ignoring him, the man ran his fingers over the material, his expression that of one who had finally figured a long troubling problem out. "Now, Tom."

Tom looked up at him, smirking a little while holding it out for him. Scowling, Harry snatched it away, running his hands over it as if to see if Voldemort had done anything to it. "So, that's how you've done it all these years... with a Cloak of Invisibility from the Grim Reaper himself." Seeing the confused look on the boy's face, he waved a hand dismissively. Leaning forward, the man pressed his lips to his forehead.

Cupping his face, he stared deep into green eyes, awakening an emotion deep inside of the teen that he had never felt before and wasn't quite sure how to describe. "Have a good day, my little serpent." His hand still on the pale cheek, he could feel the boy's shudder when he switched languages again. "I eagerly await your decision." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Harry's, roughly, in a searing, dominating kiss that curled his toes in seconds. Reaching up, Harry made to wrap his arms around him, to pull him closer...

Only for the Dark Lord to disappear, leaving him standing alone on the Astronomy Tower.

"DAMNIT!" he cursed, stumbling forward. Glancing around, he verified he was truly alone before screaming out, "FUCK YOU, THEN, TOO!" at the man that was no longer there. Growling to himself, he wrapped his Invisibility Cloak around himself, darting back down the steps into the castle, cursing the bloody Dark Lord the entire way.

Tugging at his tie, Harry glanced around the classroom. It was hot in there, which was doing nothing for his 'good' mood. Gritting his teeth angrily, he once again attempted to ignore Ron's complaints of how hot it was. Fury boiled deep in his chest, and he was finding that it was becoming more difficult by the second not to cold clock the ginger across his face. Sure, a hex or a curse was nice for everyday occasions, but once in a while, someone just needed to be punched.

The bell rang, dismissing them, and Harry leapt from his seat, shoving his stuff back in his bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, he wasted no time getting to the door and out of that classroom. One more second in Ron's presence and he was going to lose it. "Harry!" Ugh. Lovely. There was Hermione, arms holding her books crossed over her chest, right behind him. He could practically smell her, a scent of old books and that nasty muggle lotion she put on her hands that she swore by but didn't work.

He hurried around the corner, acting as though he didn't hear her. Besides Ron, she was the last person he wanted to see at that moment. Rounding the corner, he didn't realize until too late that someone else was too, and ran full out into a blonde male, knocking them both back onto the ground. "Arg!" he cried out, dropping his bag. "Shit!" he hissed out, the word coming naturally to him. His ass still hurt after that night with Tom, especially with sleeping still connected. Even though it hurt like nobody's business, it was the empty feeling that was killing him.

"Watch where the hell you're going, Potter!" The words were spat at him by Malfoy, who was straightening his robes while standing up, running his hand over his hair to slick his hair back, making sure not a hair was out of place. The aristocrat glared down at him like he was dirt on the bottom of his shoes while he struggled to get to his feet, pain from his rear shooting up his back. When he placed a hand on his lower back and another on the wall to help him up, Malfoy scoffed, quirking an eyebrow. "Oh, has little Potty grown old?" his words were mocking, his tone condescending.

That was the last straw.

Launching himself at the teen, he reared back and punched him as hard as he could in his face. A second before he made contact, he watched with glee as the 'ferret's face twisted into shock and horror, his mouth opening to scream. Before he could get the sound out of his throat, however, Harry's fist connected with his face, knocking him to the ground. In the corridor that was usually bustling with activity, so loud that one could not hear themselves thinking, the only sound found was the smack of fist to face, then the thud of Malfoy hitting the ground.

When the blonde hit the ground, he just laid there, slowly rocking side to side, clutching his face, whimpering. The hallway still silent, the students merely looked on, though they expected it to be over. Oh not, not by far. Malfoy had not laid there for three seconds when suddenly Harry was on top of him, pinning him to the ground and letting loose. His fists came in a barrage of pain, breaking the boy's pretty face in seconds. Draco began screaming, for help or for him to get off, Harry wasn't sure, but god was it annoying. Rearing back, he struck him so hard he broke his already fractured jaw.

This time, Harry was sure he cried out in pain.

Students crowded around the two, cheering them on or calling for teachers. Not a single person was idiotic enough to try and stop him. Personally, most of them believed Draco deserved it. Even Ron was cheering Harry on, though Hermione was calling out his name in hopes of stopping him. It didn't work. As a matter of fact, the more she cried out his name, the more and the harder he punched the boy under him.

"OUT OF THE WAY!" bellowed Snape, shoving his way through the students. At the sight of him, most first and second years fled, the third years backing away slightly. All of the upper classes moved out of his way, but made no move to leave. "POTTER!" he screamed upon reaching the scene. Harry did not acknowledge him, nor did he stop. If anything, he began pounding on him harder, teeth gritted, emerald eyes flashing in anger. "POTTER!" he bellowed louder, approaching from behind and wrapping his arms around the teen, lifting him away from the Slytherin, arms pinned to his sides.

Though unable to punch him any longer, Harry got in one good kick before completely removed of the boy.

Snape began to shout at him, but he didn't hear, his attention still focused on Draco. McGonagall, who happened to be nearby, rushed over to the blonde's aide, helping him to sit up and seeing what was broken. The corridor erupted into loud chaos, as it should have been the entire time since the bell had rang. The boy glanced over at Harry, who was still being restrained. His fear now dissolved since adults were there, he sneered silently at the boy, giving him the same 'dirt' look.

Growling, Harry launched himself forward, not to get away (as he knew he couldn't) but to draw the frightened attention of the boy that had looked away. He looked back, grey eyes wide in fear, and a malicious grin twisted across the Gryffindor's face. Locking eyes with him, Draco could see the furious insanity swirling in the emerald depths as he began to speak, in a language he did not know. However, the boy shoved his way into Draco's mind, hissing the words so he could understand them as he said them aloud.

"Listen here, ferret boy," he paused to grin, mocking the boy for their fourth year encounter with Mad-Eye Moody, "You look at me like that one more bloody time and I'll have your bloody head on a silver platter." Enjoyment riddled his chest at the look on the boy's face, his expression an effect of the language he spoke, and the fact that he could understand it! "I'll have the house elves cook it, and then I'll feed it to Tom for breakfast!" His grin broadened, the insanity showing more clearly on his face, planting mental pictures into Draco's mind.

The blonde screamed loudly, jerking back away from him, clamping his eyes shut and putting his hands over his ears childishly. Grinning, Harry straightened back up, arms still pinned to his sides by Snape. "Aw, does the little baby ferret need his mommy?"

The entire corridor had fallen silent, the teachers meeting each other's eyes over the heads of the students, unsure of what to do. Finally, Snape broke the silence, jerking Harry away. "Come on, Potter. You've got a date with detention I would detest for you to miss." The boy said nothing, head held high, grin proudly displayed across his face as they pushed through the students. He didn't really know where Snape was taking him, but he didn't really care.

He felt damn good! Not a bloody thing was going to change that either. His grin broadened, and he couldn't hold down the chuckle that worked its way up his throat from his chest. It didn't remain a chuckle, though. Before they were fully down the corridor, his head was thrown back, mouth open wide as he cackled, feeling as though not a force in the world could stop him.

Not even the Dark Lord Voldemort.

A/N: Alright, thoughts? Did I overdo it? I'm almost afraid I did, but I think it was necessary. Too many things have been pressing Harry lately, he'll be alright in a bit. Maybe.

So, what's your thought/ideas on Snape? Is he bad? Should he be? What's he going to do? Hm? I'm always curious as to what you have to say (: