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

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So go bother JK Rowling for making this pairing so scrumptious if you got a problem with it.

A/N: Alright, this is a short chapter too (: Sorry. But you get TomxHarry action, along with the little serpent's introduction to his new life (: As always, thank you for my reviewers, who replied so quickly to my last chapter (: Y'all rock my world.

I have yet to decide what I'm going to do about the MPREG. Personally, I'm a fan of it, but I've never written it. And while I have gotten many reviews telling me to do it, I've also received reviews that if I put MPREG in my story, some of my readers will no longer read. Still, while I would hate for that to happen, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I would love some more reviews, telling me in further detail what y'all think about it.

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Though the house was silent, there was something palpable in the air, Harry noticed. He was unable to sleep, though Tom had asked him to, even demanded it, repeatedly, but it simply would not come to him. Then, he felt the house silently filling. He did not know how he knew, simply that he knew. Restlessness grew in him, as he felt an internal clock counting down the minutes until Tom would come to fetch him. He reached up and cupped the mark on his neck, closing his eyes again in the hopes of calming himself. Unsuccessfully.

Sitting up, he threw the covers off of himself, feeling magic teeming in the air. It was expected he supposed. After all, only the Inner Circle were going to be there, and Harry could only suppose that to be in the Inner Circle, one had to be extremely powerful, and very much so demented. It was only to be expected that their magic would become elevated, and therefore so tangible on the air it refused to allow Harry to sleep. Slipping on the slippers he had waiting for him beside the bed, he wrapped Tom's robe around himself and made his way over to the door.

Harry pressed his ear to the door, holding his breath to see if he could hear anything beyond the door. Nothing. He twisted the door handle, just to see if it would come free. It would; Tom had left it unlocked, surprisingly. Releasing the door knob, he closed his eyes again, craning to hear something, anything! Still, he was met with silence only disturbed by the gentle ticking of the clock. "Ugh... bugger," he muttered under his breath. He wanted to know what was going on, what was happening! There didn't seem to be a living creature in the house besides himself. If he hadn't known otherwise, he almost could have believed it.

Biting his lip, he recalled Tom's words to remain in the room until he came to retrieve him. Honestly, how much trouble could he be in if he disobeyed? Grinning impishly to himself, he crept away from the door after making sure that it was closed, over to the set of chester drawers Tom had set aside for him. While he did not have a fully stocked wardrobe at the moment, he had enough clothes to get by. Tom said that he'll take me out later to get clothes... Of course, it was said with a glint to his eye that worried Harry, but he had dismissed it.

Dropping his robe to the floor (he was sure that would irritate Tom, who loved to have his entire life in order), he pulled a shirt and a pair of jeans from the drawers. Combing his fingers through his hair, he dressed quickly, the magic on the air awakening his own. Though he was still hesitant to meet the Death Eaters, he was now eager to do so, if that made any sort of sense. He simply wanted to get it over with, and besides, who gave a shit what they thought? Tom was the only one that mattered, they were nothing more than followers.

Glancing over at the clock, he found the it was exactly midnight. He then decided he wasn't going to wait for Tom to fetch him, that he would go down himself. After all, he knew where they were congegating. So why not go down and surprise them? He balanced on one foot as he pulled on a pair of socks, snapping the no-shows over his heels. Wiggling his toes, he stood up straighter, snatching his wand from the bedside table. He wrapped his hand tight around it, making his way across the room to the door.

Casting one more look around the room, he closed his eyes to bask in the comfort it gave to him. Taking a deep breath, he allowed the security he felt in that mansion wash over him. It was ironic; the safest he had felt in as long as he could remember was in the house of the most fearsome Dark Lord to ever walk the Earth. He shook his head in disbelief, chuckling under his breath. It figured; that was simply how his luck always seemed to play out.

Harry turned and strode out of the room, looking up and down the hallway. Still, the house was silent, though he could feel it teeming with more life than he had ever felt in it. Combing his fingers through his hair again, he crept his way through the house to the hall that he knew the meeting was being held in. Tom? he called out mentally, venturing into the man's mind via their mind connection that was established from the mark on his neck.

Yes, my little Serpent? came the man's almost instant reply, sending a shiver down the teen's spine. Licking his lips, he made sure to be quiet as he walked.

I'm on my way. I couldn't wait any longer.

He heard the man's chuckle. Too excited? He didn't reply. I was coming to fetch you anyways; this simply saves me a trip. Be quiet about it, though, little one. Let's catch them by surprise.

Turning a corner, the teen snorted under his breath. I'm sure it will be a surprise, whether I'm quiet or not; they probably think that they were summoned here to go over a new plan on how to kill me, not to introduce me as... well, whatever I am to you. He still wasn't sure what he was to the man.

Tom didn't offer an answer to his unasked question, either.

The Death Eaters teemed silently in the meeting hall in the Dark Lord's mansion. Their Lord was sitting in a throne at the head of the room, stroking his long pale fingers down the scales of his dark snake, the look on his face so pleasant that they wondered nervously which of them was going to die. Lucius and Severus seemed to be the only only that were at ease; after all, they both knew what was going to happen, why they had been called to such an unexpected meeting.

The rest of the Death Eaters, however, were unaware.

Bella was crooning to her Master quietly, speaking of how she had so missed him in the time the had been apart. Raising his hand, he silenced her without looking at her. Closing her lips, she seemed to be slightly put down, but he turned his crimson gaze on her, giving her a small smirk. She looked up at him, pleased that he was giving her affection. He pressed a single finger to his lips, murmuring, "I would detest for you to miss the surprise."

The Death Eaters turned their gazes upon him, looking eagerly yet fearfully up at him. His hand fell to continue lazily stroking Nagini, and he began to talk in his low, lazy drawl, "My dearest Death Eaters... I have gathered you here today because you are my closest, dearest, and most loyal followers. Because of your station as members of my Inner Circle, I shall bestow upon you information that is not to leave this room."

The Death Eaters dared glance at one another before returning their gazes upon their Lord, their ears eager for more information. "Today marks a new era in Wizarding history. As of now, there is no longer anything that stands in our way. The entire world will fall to our feet, with little to no resistance." He could see the looks of disbelief his followers were giving each other, though they each dutifully held their tongue. Smirking, he continued, "Why, you may ask. Well, I will tell you why." He turned his gaze upon Lucius, who lowered his gaze respectfully. "Ask me why, Lucius."

The blonde, though he knew there was no danger in asking the question, still felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Why, my Lord?"

The smirk on the man's face spread, and he said in a clear voice, "Why on earth would the world fight against us when even their little Chosen One sees the right in what we are doing?" At those words, he raised his hand, bringing their attention to the door from which they entered, and the teenager who now stood in it.

Panic and confusion filled the room, with the Death eaters breaking out into whispers or outright screams, some pointing accusingly at the teen, others turning to each other and asking for verification. Tom, who never tolerated any level of chaos, opened his mouth to scream at his subordinates, but found with surpise that his Serpent had beat him to it. "SHUT UP!" The hall froze, each of the Death Eaters turning their gazes upon him. Growling, he stormed into the room, his shoulders back, scowling at the wizards who were glaring at him.

"Bloody lord, that was enough to give anyone a bloody headache." He turned his gaze upon the Dark Lord, who met his emerald eyes with glinting crimson orbs. The man raised a hand and curled one finger, beckoning to him. The teen quirked an eyebrow, but smirked, making his way up the few stairs to the man's throne. Upon reaching the highest stair, Tom stood, taking one step forward to take the teen's hand. In front of the crowd, he drew the appendage to his face, pressing his cool lips to the back of his hand, then turning it over and pressing his lips to his wrist.

The hall fell to a hushed silence at the act, each Death Eater (Lucius and Severus included) shocked at the intimate action. Ignoring it, Tom drew the teen closer and pressed his lips to his cheek, murmuring, "My Serpent..." Harry's cheeks flushed, but he didn't draw away. Standing up straighter, the wizard turned to address his followers once more. "The Chosen One has chosen his own path now, and will walk together with us into world domination, as the key to our success."

Flicking his wand, he Summounded another throne, similar to his but smaller. It was old fashioned and lavishly carved, the arm rests ending in serpentine heads with emeralds for eyes, while Voldemort's had rubies instead. Each of the clawed feet were the same, but while the arm rests were open mouthed, showing their fangs, the feet had balls in each mouth, to provide a stabler chair. Each throne had a cushioned seat and back, Harry's green velvet while Voldemort's was red.

It fell to the right hand side of his own throne, and he guided the teen to stand in front of it. Sweeping his crimson gaze out onto his followers, he said in a clear voice that gave away his enthusiasm, "Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the Golden Boy, is no more. In his stead rises a new wizard," he smirk broadened, and he gestured to the teen beside him, "Your Prince."

A hush fell in the hall, and Tom sat down, taking Harry's hand possessively and pulling him down to do the same. When no one moved, Voldemort beckoned them forward, "Come, my most loyal Death Eaters... Come greet your Prince."

The hesitation was palpable in the room, but Lucius wasted no time. He moved immediately, walking up the stairs and keeping his head bowed, left arm folded over his chest. Kneeling, he used his right hand and took the teen's right hand, drawing it to his lips and gently brushing them over the back of his hand. "My Prince..." he murmured, head bowed, eyes closed. He knelt there for a full second, then rose, walking back down the stairs to his allotted place in the room.

Bellatrix and Snape were close seconds, though neither really wanted to kiss the boy's hand, both were eager to show loyalty. After those three, the rest of the Death eaters followed, their words low and rushed. Harry did not recognise many of them, as their hoods were drawn, of which he was thankful for. His heart was thudding in his chest, the acceptance he received from each of the wizards making his blood pound in his ears. While he knew it was only from fear of the Dark Lord, but the fact of the matter was that they had accepted him.

That in itself meant more than anything else.

Once each Death Eater was back in its rightful place, Voldemort began speaking again. "This, my friends, is the beginning. Soon, the world will be at our feet. Starting with," he paused to grin wickedly, stirring excitement in his followers' guts, "Our dear old Hogwarts."

The Death Eaters, one by one, Apparated from the room, leaving their Lord and Prince alone, their fingers still entwined. At the same time, the males turned to look at the other, each with the same hungry look in their eyes. Tom raised their held hands to his lips and wrapped his lips, slowly, sensually, around each of his fingertips. The teen did not know how on earth such a simple, small gesture could send such wonderous shots of pleasure up and down his spine. How Tom could effect him in such a way was beyond him.

Nagini slid off of the man's shoulder, sliding out of the room to give them privacy. Beside, she had better things to do than to sit there and watch two men make out. Like terrorizing the little kitchen elves... she thought to herself with a smirk, disappearing around the corner.

Hunger growling in his chest, Harry pushed himself off of the throne on which he sat, moving to straddle Tom in his throne. He heard the man's groan of appreciation, and smirked. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to his lips, moaning in his throat when Tom returned the kiss with a vengence. The man gripped his hips, his fingers digging in so tightly the teen could already tell he was going to bruise. Somehow, the thought only served to further arouse him. He wrapped his arms around the other's neck, pulling him close as they kissed.

Moaning in the back of his throat, Tom dug his fingers into the teen's hips, bothered by the texture of the jeans under his nails. Reaching around in front of the teen, he made to undo the button, but was sidetracked by the boy's reaction to his fingers dancing across his erection. The teen had pulled away, panting as he rested he forehead against the man's shoulder, his skin already flushed and hot to the touch. He brushed his fingers over the erection again and found himself trobbing in need at the whine his serpent let out.

Shifting his hand, he rubbed his palm against his serpent's cock, his crimson orbs trained on his face while he watched pleasure flash across it. After a few seconds of rubbing, the man realized that he was not wearing anything underneath the jeans. A cruel, teasing smile flickered across his face, and he knew just how to tease his serpent. It felt delectable, to have one's cock rub against leans, but only for a bit. After a while, it tended to grow a little too tender for such.

Well, his serpent was a bit of a masochist.

Smirking broader, he leaned down and sank his teeth into the crook of his neck, hard enough to leave angry marks and draw blood. The teen cried out, bucking forward out of reaction, then melting at the delightful friction the movement gave him. "Ohhh..." the teen moaned in his ear, gripping his shoulders and pulling him closer. His teeth retracted, his tongue replacing it soothingly. The boy relaxed, his grip relaxing. He moved his hands from gripping his shoulders to be frimly wrapped around the man's shoulder blades. Running his tongue up Harry's neck, he relished in the shudder that wracked his body.

Kissing his way back down his neck, he waited until he was sure the boy was completely relaxed, in tune with the tongue on his neck more than anything else in the world. Then, he sank his teeth into the skin beside the mark on his neck. The teen cried out, emerald orbs flying wide as his hips shot forward, his erection straining against his pants, nearly to the point of coming. Panting, Harry clutched at Tom's shoulders, his body trembling slightly from the pleasure that had wracked his body. After a second, the teen rolled his head back in front of him, glaring at the man whose lap he sat in.

"Bloody git," he hissed at him, his scowl deepening into his face at the grin the man gave him. "Git!" he hissed again, to make a point. He knew it was impossible, trying to get a point across to the Dark Lord. He figured that he had accomplished enough impossible things that pertained to the man, might as well try another. This time, he was unsuccessful. he knew it, too, because all the man did was grin, and stroke his fingers over his clothed erection again. Pleasure coursed his system and he moaned again, pushing his own body closer to Tom.

Watching his serpent, the man teased him, waiting eagerly for the pain to begin setting in. He licked his neck, soothing him just long enough to get him to relax then would bite his neck again, so very close to that sensitive mark that it almost had the boy seeing white. He reached up and twisted the boy's nipples painfully while he did so, loving how his emerald eyes rolled back in his head, the most delightful moans erupting from his chest. Then, as he twisted the nipple further, the teen would begin to mewl and grip so adorably at his chest, driving the man to insanity.

The pain coursing Harry's body only served to further the pleasure he felt. Never had he thought he could find enjoyment in pain, as he had been beat most of his life and had never enjoyed it, but he supposed that he would enjoy just about anything from Tom. After all, Tom was unlike any other man on the earth. How could he not enjoy anything from his other half? Then he felt a chafing in his pants from his involuntary bucking and hissed, pain lacing up his spine at the same time that the man sank his teeth in his neck again.

White flashed before his eyes, and his body froze from the pleasurable pain coursing his body as he shot his load in his pants.

Turning boneless, the teen rested his head against the man's chest, panting heavily as he tried to regain his breath. Tom smirked to himself, ignoring his raging erection. His hands turned soft, rubbing circles in his serpent's back while he recuperated. Slipping his hands under his shirt, he pulled it over the head of unruly hair, letting it fall to the floor beside them, and made a mental note to pick it up when they were done. Running his hands up the teen's chest, he smirked when an image came to his mind.

"You're getting nipple piercings." He sent the teen a image of himself with the piercings, making sure that his muddled mind comprehended it. From the flush that rose to his cheeks, he assumed he understood.

"Um..." the teen panted, trying to regain his breath and his ability to make coherent sentences. "No." Tom chuckled at him, leaving light bites across his collarbones, watching over the teen's shoulder as his toes curled. He knew just how to please his serpent.

Deciding not to push the subject, he bit the teen's earlobe, making him cry out in plasureable pain. Licking the shell of his ear, he hissed, "Unzip your pants for me, my little serpent." He felt the shudder that ran down the teen's spine, and smirked to himself. Then, he watched as the teen obeyed him, his newfound erection springing forth, he come from his previous ejaculation sliding down the shaft.

Now that the jeans were loosened, the man slipped his hand down the back of his pants, teasing the boy's entrance while watching his face. Surprise initially flickered across it, then fell to give way to bliss. His green eyes closed, his head tilting forward to fall on Tom's shoulder, his lips parting as he began to pant, giving little mewls inbetween pants. Every few seconds a shudder would race down his spine, and then he would give a light gasp, digging his nails into the man's shoulders. The two sat like that for a number of minutes, the man moving to slowly pump one finger into his asshole. He was careful, because he hadn't lubed his finger, and didn't want to injure the boy.

However, he knew the teen enjoyed pain, so it wasn't as though it would go unwanted. Still, he knew which pain his serpent wanted, and he wasn't quite ready for that kind of pain yet. In time, though, he would prepare and take the teen without lubrication. The man wasn't planning on doing that for a while, though. However, if his teen kept acting in such a delectable manner, he might not have a choice in the matter. After all, he didn't not have the self-control to refrain from such for long.

Harry began to rock back on the finger that was being pump in him, eager for more of that glorious feel of being filled. Never had he experienced such pleasure in life than when Tom was buried balls deep into him, never had he felt so empty as when the man pulled out. Leaning forward, he began to nip and bite at the man's neck, wishing that he had a mark as well, so Tom could feel what he felt when the man teased it. Oh... if only. Then he could truly get revenge for what the wizard did to him on a daily basis.

Quickly, the man stripped him of his clothing, peppering kisses and bites to each new inch of skin revealed. His tan fingers traced over the teen's thighs, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Crimson orbs stayed trained on the boy's face, drinking in every expression of pleasure that fleeted across it, no matter how brief. Once the teen was bare, he rested back against the throne he sat in, looking his serpent up and down, licking his lips when he saw how proudly his erection stood, bare and begging for attention in the chilled mansion air.

Licking his lips, Tom leaned forward and bit his neck, directly beside the boy's mark. Closing his eyes, he allowed the moan of pleasure uttered by the boy fill his head, and allowed himself to be overcome with pride at the thought of the fact that he was the one that was doing this to his serpent. No one had ever done anything close to this to the boy, and no one ever would. Hence why he is so virgin, he though to himself with a smirk. He positively loved the fact. Opening his eyes, he peered down at the boy's throbbing erection , feeling his own give a throb in return. Biting back a moan, he reached down and dipped his fingers into the cum, unable to help himself any longer.

Whining, Harry bit the man's earlobe when he felt thin fingers dip into his cum, scooping an amount up then returning to his asshole, pushing two fingers in instead of one. Crying out, the teen clenched, sucking the man's fingers in, wishing it was something else, something that filled him to the point of breaking. It drove him near insane, knowing that Tom was so near and not in him.

Tom was the only form of sanity he had in his life, his constant. Tom made sure he knew which way was up, didn't let him go spiraling into oblivion. He didn't know what he would do without the man, what he had done before him, either. Even before this summer, Tom was the thing my life revolved around. Always the man had been there for him, always kept his promises. Moaning, he tilted his head up to pant in the man's ear, "Damn it, Tom... fuck me already." He was ready to be filled, his nerves needed something to calm them.

Tom was more than happy to oblige.

A/N: So? Did y'all get y'all fix? Or do you still need more? (: Please tell me what y'all think, about everything, more opinions on what y'all think should happen. If y'all have any ideas, go ahead and message me, if y'all feel it was a lil too in depth to be in a review (: My brain can only do so much (:

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