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.

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: Well, there isn't much to say about this one, other then it's (quite) a bit shorter than the ones before it (: Y'all get to see Nagini, and meet another Death Eater (who we all know and love) Umm lemme know what you think, give me any ideas, suggestions, or comments and concerns (:

Thank you to all my reviewers, the only thing that keeps me running these days.

The mansion that Tom brought him to was gorgeous, with beauty only paralleled by Hogwarts itself. However, it had a different sort of beauty than the castle. It was decorated lavishly but tastefully in the colors of silver and green, with serpentine themes throughout (one of Harry's favorite details). The doorknobs were all serpents' head, with glittering jewels for eyes. It especially put Harry at ease; this was a place he was not expected to be anyone but himself. Even his 'freakish' ability to talk to snakes was revered there.

Glowing with something akin to pride and contentment, Harry strolled through the house, taking it all in. Though he had been given the grand tour the night before, everywhere he looked he noticed things he had never seen before. A certain rug, an old tapestry, a cabinet of different jewels and other momentos. Tom claimed they were all from past accomplishments, and Harry was not curious enough to push too far into how on earth a pair of witch's glasses was a momento of an accomplishment.

He had yet to meet any Death Eaters; Tom had assured him that they were not going to be in the mansion for at least another day. So he had all of that time to get accustomed to the house, something he was thankful of. Though he had (somewhat officially) rennounced his position as the Light's scapegoat, he was still unsure of how to act to the people that pledged their lives to Tom. A few of them especially; Bellatrix, Snape, Malfoy.

He simply wasn't sure what to think of all of it. After all, Tom had explained to him that he was not a Death Eater, nothing like them. You are above them... was the words he had used, while rubbing Harry's back the night before. Above the Death Eaters? Even the Inner Circle? But... no one is higher than that... Except, well, Tom. He wasn't quite sure what to think of it, of being... equal? to Tom. It seemed like a lot to live up to, like people were putting their expectations upon him again.

Something he did not want.

Tom wasn't there at the moment; claimed he had business to attend to. He had left after claiming the boy's very soul in a searing kiss, disappearing into thin air as he tended to do. Running his fingers through his hair, he glanced around the empty mansion. Though he very much so enjoyed being there, it was odd to so alone. Never had he ever been in such a large place, completely alone, with no connection to the outside world. Reaching up, he gently ran his fingers over the mark on his neck, still unsure of what it meant, but soothed by the connection it gave him to Tom.

The man had explained to him the mark-somewhat. He informed him that it enabled them to communicate mentally; while their previous connection of souls enabled them to feel each others' emotions and give them a connection when they were sleeping, this gave each direct access to the other. They could hear word for word thoughts from the other, not just vague ideas of emotions. It would not diminish over distance, either; they could communicate as easily 3 continents away as three feet away.

Harry wasn't stupid, and Tom knew that. So, Tom knew that Harry knew that he wasn't telling the complete truth. The boy knew there was more to the mark than what he was being told, but he wasn't pushing it. It would all come out in due time, and he honestly wasn't afraid of being used, abused, or killed by the Dark Lord. It wasn't that he didn't think the man would do it, it was just the fact that he no longer cared. It was as simple as that.

Rubbing his stomach gently, he made his way into the kitchens, greeting the house elves with a smile. They all greeted him with vigor, pleased by the kindness of their new master. It wasn't often that they were treated so much as fairly, much less kindly. They all very much so loved him, though they had only met him the night before. Glancing around the clean, granite countertops, he grinned sheepishly. "I'm hungry," he said, lamely, giving no offer as to what he was hungry for.

All of the house elves nodded, their ears flapping wildly while they did. One of them, the closest to the stove, said to Harry, "This is good! The Master Voldemort is always telling of how Master Harry doesn't eat!" Chuckling a little to himself, he ran his fingers through his hair, pulling up a stool to the island. Within minutes, a hot plate of food was set before him, steaming and beckoning for him to eat.

"Mmm..." He closed his eyes, leaning forward to inhale the delicious aroma. The entire kitchen fell silent as he took his first bite, waiting with bated breath for his verdict. After slowly swallowing, he opened his eyes to find the entire population of house elves peering at him, apprehensive of his decision. "Yes?"

The same house elf that had spoken before opened her mouth again, large eyes watering. "Is... is Master Harry's food good?"

Blinking a few times, he looked around at all of the upturned faces, realizing what they were waiting for. Smiling to himself, he said, "Good? This isn't good." Each face seemed to crumple, and he hurried to finish his sentence before they decided to go punish themselves. "It's delicious!"

As one, all of the house elves jumped into the air, cheering. They were estatic that he had deemed their food worthy, delicious even! Many were crying, and he rolled his eyes at the emotional disposition of the elves. Taking another bite, he looked around curiously as the entire kitchen fell into a hushed silence once more, the atmosphere a chilling fear instead of an anxious anticipation.

It took him but a second to find out what had them walking on eggshells; Nagini. The thick snake made her way over to him, snapping her lethal fangs at the house elves that stood too close to her. Whimpering, they scurried away, fearful of her deadly venom. The two favorites of Voldemort made eyes contact, and Harry could have sworn he had seen her smirking at him.

Rising, she held herself in a position similar to that of a cobra, her head elevated so she met him eye to eye. He swallowed the lump of fear in the back of his throat, meeting her gaze with his own steady orbs. They stayed still like that for a full minute, when she finally relaxed, her tongue flicking out in a pleased way. Though she had yet to say anything, he felt as though he had passed some sort of test.

Ssso... you are the ssserpent that Massster hasss grown ssso very found of... Shock flooded his system, unaware of how much Tom thought/spoke of him. Nagini smirked at him again, leaning forward to flick her tongue across his cheek. Surprised, he didn't pull away, looking into her eyes once more. He knew she was a deadly creature, but she seemed so... docile. At the moment, at least. He was well aware of how quickly her fangs could turn deadly.

Swallowing the last bit of moisture in his mouth, he replied, "Well, I'm Harry, if that's what you mean. I take it the serpent I have the pleasure of speaking to at the moment is Nagini, Tom's familiar?" The snake hissed in pleasure, obviously enjoying the flattery.

You have a way with wordsss... Perhapsss that isss why Massster hasss taken sssuch a liking to you... Honestly, he didn't know what to reply to that piece of information. Chuckling, he scratched behind his ear, biting his lip while trying to think of what to say. Sensing his embarrassment, the snake seemed to smirk at him. A way with wordsss but not with conversssation... How odd... He chuckled again at her, nervously.

"Well... I don't really know why Tom took a, um, 'liking' to me. I really don't." Flicking her tongue out again, she nipped his chin with her deadly fangs, leaving his heart to leap out of his chest.

Well... if thisss sssnake wasss you... ssshe would be asssking of why... Hesitantly, he reached out, drawn to her as he was to all snakes, and skimmed his fingers down her scales. She shimmered under his touch, her muscles rippling in what seemed to be gentle pleasure. Growing confidence, he stroked down her scales again, his touch a mite surer the second time. Hissing under her breath, she relaxed under his touch. However... I am a very... curiousss creature...

Chuckling again, he allowed himself to relax, her company easing his own inhibitions about the place. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all. Nagini seemed to like him; maybe the others would too. Blinking, he focused on her words when she began speaking again. You and I... we are alike, little ssserpent. He perked, a little curious as to why she thought such, but keeping quiet, as she wasn't finished her thought. You and I... we are the only of our kind. We are a rare, dying breed. Massster... He has chosssen you and I.

Eyebrows knitting, he hissed back a quick reply, "But why? Why Nagini? I don't understand... What is so special about you and me?"

Drawing back, Nagini dipped her head in what seemed to be a shrug. I know not of what drivesss Massster'sss actionsss besssidesss hisss plan for world domination, and his willingnesssss to do anything for it... Settling herself back on the floor, she began to slither away. Asssk him yourssself, little ssserpent. He won't refussse you anything.

Before she had completely left, he leapt to his feet, taking a few steps forward to follow her. "Do you know where he is?" The snake paused, looking back at him with curiosity flickering across her expression.

You mean... you were not told?

Heart leaping to his chest, he shook his head, taking another step forward. "Where is he? Where did he go?"

Still, she continued on her way out of the room, disappearing into the house he was not familiar with. If he did not tell you, then it isss not my placcce. Asssk Massster when he getsss home. It will not be long now...

Anger spiked into his heart, along with a bit of fear. Why had he not been told? He had simply assumed it was some stupid Death Eater business he had to attend to, something he didn't know so he wasn't told. However, if they intentionally kept him in the dark... What would be the reasoning? Something to go against him? No, that wouldn't bother him... What if the reason was that it could harm Tom?

Bile rose to the back of his throat at the idea of Tom being injured, but he quickly forced it back down, reasoning logic with himself. Tom was the most powerful wizard ever known to man; nothing could hurt him. Nothing. At all. So, he had nothing to be worried about... right?

However, if he had nothing to worry about... Why did no one tell me?

Pacing the mansion, Harry lost his way. He had no idea how to get back to he and Tom's chambers, and was loathe to the idea of asking for help; a true man at heart. Just when he thought he was on the right path, he would discover that he was in a different wing of the house entirely. "UGH!" he screamed out in frustration. Ever since his encounter with Nagini, his nerves had not been the same, and he had been upset in various ways.

Then, like a bucket of cold water had been splashed on him, he felt Tom's presence on the property overcome him. Spinning on his heel, he began darting down the hallways, knowing exactly what turns to take suddenly. It felt as though the man was calling for him. No, not him, but calling directly out to his soul. His soul seemed more than willing to respond. Harry felt as though, if possible, his soul would have fled his body to get to Tom faster, simply to sooner get to the man that seemed to own his soul.

He thanked God that it didn't.

Sprinting around the last corner, his body skidded to a stop when he was met with the scene before him. Tom stood before him, allowing a blonde wizard Harry recognized as Malfoy Sr. to pull his robe off, baring the semi-formal clothing he wore underneath. The men had their backs to him, Lucius unaware of his presence, Tom ignoring it, fiddling with his cufflinks and commenting on something the teen did not hear to the other wizard. Anger flared in his gut, along with joy, joy that Tom had not been hurt.

Advancing quickly, the teen grabbed the wizard by his shoulder and spun him around, the emerald and crimson eyes locking for a split second. In that split second, Lucius saw Harry a second too late, and began to lunge, shouting, "My Lord!" However, Harry would have none of that. Snagging him by the hair on the nape of his neck, he jerked the man down to his height, crashing their lips together. The blonde froze mid word, and mid step, watching the scene with wide eyes.

The Dark Lord smirked into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the teen's tiny waist, drawing him closer. Wrapping his thin arms around the strong man's neck, he scowled into the kiss, pouring his fury into the exchange, which only served to broaden the man's smirk. Swallowing the moan that built at the back of his throat, Harry squeezed him close then threw him away, glaring at him angrily while scowling. Narrowing his eyes further at the amusement on the man's face, he folded his arms in defiance.

Lucius Malfoy stood still, forcing himself not to blink in shock, as it was not Malfoylike. However, he could not deny the fact he was speechless; his Lord had just kissed-with quite a bit of passion, mind you-his all time greatest enemy, Harry Potter. Subtly, he shifted to pinch himself, simply to ensure he was alive and not dreaming. Upon finding himself fully awake he decided next to question his sanity; perhaps it was truly time to go to St. Mungo's, if only for a psycological evaluation.

He was brought from his thoughts by the boy's furious demand, "Where the bloody hell have you been, Tom?"

As he knew it was bound to, he witnessed his Lord's mood change like the flip of a switch. His playful and amused eyes turned cold and angry at the name, and Lucius thought he could see the Killing Curse on his lips. His hand shot out, wrapping around the teen's pale throat and squeezing, hissing words he did not understand. While he supposed that would have been enough to make him piss himself, all the teen did was smack his hand away, his scowl deepening.

"I'm not going to bloody call you Voldemort, Tom." If not a Malfoy, Lucius was sure his eyes would have widened. However, he was better than that. So, instead, he simply watched with an indifferent expression, his Malfoy heritage taking over. "Get used to it. I'm not going to do it, Tom, just like you aren't gonna run off and do whatever the bloody hell you were doing without bloody telling me first!" The Dark Lord quirked an eyebrow at him, folding his arms as well, but lazily, not in a furious manner.

"And why ever not?"

Scowling deeper, the boy replied, "Because I am not like them, Tom," he ignored the way the muscle in his jaw jumped at the name, "I am me, not them!" He pointed angrily at Lucius, who gathered he was speaking of the Death Eaters. "If I was traipsing around with a bloody skull on my arm, then, no, I wouldn't expect a bloody answer from you!" He was yelling now, angry at the man that had worried him so much, but unwilling to show it. "But I'm not, and I demand that you let me know where you are going!"

Voldemort was quiet a minute, assessing the situation, and Harry's reaction to his being gone. The scene seemed odd to him, how he was reacting. His eyes narrowed while he thought, then a light bulb went off. Suddenly, all anger faded from his face and he smirked. Adopting their language, he asked, "My little Serpent... surely you weren't, dare I say it... worried about me?"

Eyes widening, the boy's cheeks flushed and he looked away, angry at the man now for realizing what was truly bothering him. "No," he replied angrily in English, unwilling to give the man any satisfaction.

"Come now, Harry. Don't lie to me." He reached out and cupped the boy's chin, tilting his head up to gaze into his serpent's emerald eyes. "I wouldn't lie to you."

Biting his bottom lip, he turned his face away. He was sure that the heat from his face was burning the man's hand. "Nagini refused to tell me where you were. The way she spoke... it made it seem as though you were in danger of being injured." Still steadily looking away from the wizard, he continued, "I was... concerned for your wellbeing. After all, where would I be if you got killed?" He tried to grin and give an excuse for his worry, but Voldemort knew the truth. He was worried about him simply for him, not for himself.

Smirking, the man pressed their lips together again, cupping his face as he curled the teen's toes. After only a few seconds, he pulled away, staring deep into the scowling teen's emerald eyes. "I am fine, little serpent. There is not a forced in this world that can hurt me, let alone a few rich wizards too afraid of their lives to so much as sneeze in my presence." Harry glared at him, his anger still unabated. It didn't matter that he was uninjured,

"The fact of the matter is you did not tell me." He scowled at him, aware that he was being immature, childish, and acting a little bit like a spoiled child. Or, worse yet, an upset spouse. Spinning on his heel, he made to storm away, but was stilled by Tom's voice,

"I am not done with you yet, little serpent. I called you here to meet Lucius; though I am sure you two have already met." Pausing, the teen looked over his shoulder, glaring at the man as his memories of the man played through his mind.

"Yes, we have." The grey eyes looked back into his emerald ones with emotions he wasn't able to read, but he was sure none of them were particularly friendly.

Sweeping into a bow, the eldest Malfoy said in his deep voice that had a tendency to make the teen want to vomit, "It is a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Potter."

Before Harry could reply with a snide remark, the Dark Lord cut in. "Prince." Lucius looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Milord?" he questioned, asking the man to elaborate with the only words he dared use.

The crimson eyes gazed at him in a way that spoke of how highly he thought his intelligence was; not very highly at all. "Prince," he repeated himself, as he hated to do. He was not looking at the man anymore, instead gazing at the teen, as though daring him to object. "Harry is to be called Prince from now on, by any and all Death Eaters." The teen did not object, though he felt as though it was a slight wound to his ego. He felt almost as though he was being treated like a pet poodle or something to that effect; placed on a pedastal for everyone to see but no one to touch.

Clearing his throat, Lucius bowed again, closing his eyes and folding his arm over his chest. To Harry, he said, "My Prince..." At the comment, though he had previously believed he would not like the name, he flushed, very much so enjoying the title. He looked away, pressing his lips together. After a moment, Lucius rose again, his jaw set as he looked down at the small boy who, for some reason, outranked him in the Dark Lord's eyes. Still... it was not his place to go against his Dark Lord, or question his motives. He was simply a follower, one that did the Dark Lord's bidding without question.

Voldemort, pleased with the introduction, turned away from the man, his attention back on the boy, who was pleased with the attention. Cupping his chin, he smirked at how the boy's face flushed with feeling. Swallowing what moisture he held in his mouth, Harry said, "I thought you said that there would be no Death Eaters here until tomorrow." Though he knew it was only Lucius, he didn't want anyone in his house yet. Death Eater or not.

Stroking his face, the man replied, "Unfortunately, there was a change of plans. Lucius was to accompany me home, as he did, and the rest of the Death Eaters will be arriving at midnight."

Heart leaping to his throat at the thought of seeing them, his eyes widened at the enormity, "All of them?" He asked incredulously, unsure if he could handle all of them.

Chuckling, the wizard brought his face down so he was eye level to the teen, who was an awful bit shorter than him, peering deep into his emerald eyes, his own crimson showing nothing but eager protectiveness. "No... Only the Inner Circle. Not everyone." He spoke to words reassuringly, and calmed Harry's racing nerves, if only a tad. Even if it was only the Inner Circle... it was more than he had prepared himself for.

Glancing away, he asked the question that he desparately wanted to know the answer to, though he was sure he already did. "Do I have to be there?"

Chuckling, the man leaned down and pressed his lips to the boy's in a possessive kiss, stealing his heart away in the process. Moaning deep in his throat, the boy reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Wrapping his arms around the boy, he pulled him closer, kissing him for a full minute before pulling away. Upon the kiss ending, the boy gave a little gasp for air, leaning forward and resting his head on his chest to recuperate. Running his fingers through the boy's unruly hair, he spoke in their language, "Yes... You must. It is your debute."

Looking down at the boy pushed to his chest, he spoke to the wizard standing a few feet away, "Go to the parlor; I'll be there in a few minutes."

Sweeping into a low bow, the wizard said dutifully, "Yes, my Lord, as you wish." He rose to his feet, turning and walking out of their line of sight.

Gazing down at Harry, Tom chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. "What?" the teen demanded, a flush raising to his cheeks while he scowled. The sight made the man's demeanor soften, at how delectable and adorable his little serpent was.

Leaning down, he gave him another kiss, but kept this one short. "Tomorrow we begin on your training; go to bed, get a good night's rest. You are in need of it." The scowl returned, deeping. "I'll wake you when it's time, and then I'll join you afterwards. But, for now, go." He pressed their lips together again, then turned away, stalking off and leaving him no room to argue.

Scowling after the man, he made a face at his retreating form, then turn and began to walk up the stairs to he and Tom's personal chambers, to 'sleep'. "Sure, whatever you want, Tom..." he muttered under his breath, running his fingers through his hair. Even if he did retire to his room, he had no intention of sleeping once he got there.

"Good night, my little Serpent." The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he glanced over his shoulder to meet the man's crimson eyes.

"Good night, Tom. I suppose I'll be seeing you soon."

"Yes, that you will."

A/N: So? What did y'all think? Tell me please! (: Oh, and I got a request for some MPREG later, and I'm still debating. It would quite a bit down the road, but can y'all tell me what y'all would think? How it should be, if it should be, all the other stuff like that (: