Alright, this is not my first story, but it's only my second 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 problems with any of these, are too young or immature to read this, then go away.

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: Alrighty, my most beloved readers (: Oh, how I love you. The sun would not shine on my life if not for you reading this, right now. So, after two awful short chapters, I decided to give you one of decent length. I very much so like this chapter, so tell me what y'all think! (:

Thank you to all of my reviewers, who respond to my questions ever so quickly (: Give me your insight, please, because no matter how much I beg and plead, Severus refuses to teach me Legilimency . And Tom's a lil too preoccupied with Harry at the moment to even glance at me XD

Harry rolled over in his oversized bed, pulling the thick sheets up to his chin. He sighed in deep contentment, his body more rested than ever remembered feeling it. Though he knew that there was nothing he did not wish for waiting him when he opened his eyes, he was still loathe to do it. He knew that the colors that awaited him when he finally decided to were not gaudy scarlet and gold, but the sleek and sophisticated green and silver. The very thought made him giddy; he wasn't in Hogwarts, instead in Tom's mansion. Ah, it's like a dream come true...

He had slept in, as he had no Aunt Petunia screaming in his bloody ear to wake up and start making breakfast, or Ron grumbling loudly about how he could not stand the morning. He didn't have to worry about classes, or Dumbledore twinkling at him with those all-knowing eyes, or Professor Snape breathing down his neck, or Ron and Hermione giving him a migraine the likes of which never before been survived on the earth.

Grinning, he allowed himself a bit of cockiness in thinking, Yes, but I have a talent for surviving things never before lived on this Earth, don't I?

He knew that while he had slept in, he wouldn't be allowed to stay in bed much longer. He could already feel Tom's restlessness, stirring about the mansion like a zephyr. Even if the man did not come to get him himself, the teen knew he could not remain laying there much longer. The Dark Lord's restlessness was catching, and he felt it growing in his limbs every passing second. Clenching his eyes further, he balled his hands into fists and stretched, rolling onto his back. He arched his neck and back, relishing in each popped joint.

Panic flooded his system temporarily when he felt lips on his neck, before his mind comprehended that it was Tom. Relaxing, he wrapped his arms around the man that held himself above him. Inhaling deeply, his body tingled at the musky, masculine scent of Tom. The entire mansion smelt vaguely of him, soothing Harry's nerves with no effort. He had a sharp, dangerous scent to him; the electricity on the air before a storm. Yet, even as dangerous as it was, it was calming to Harry, and familiar to him; he had known that scent for as long as he could remember.

The lips on his neck turned to teeth, and Tom nipped his way up his serpent's neck, biting his earlobe gently. "Mmm..." a shudder raced down his spine at the sounds that the teen made. He traced his nails up the teen's bare sides, reveling in how his muscles trembled when touched. Emerald and crimson eyes met, and electricity sparked in the room. Gaze softening, Tom gave a rare, gentle smile.

"Well, good morning, my dearest serpent." Butterflies rolled about in the teen's stomach at the words, and he playfully smiled at him, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"Dearest? Why that's new..." The man quirked an eyebrow at him, oblivious to what he was pointing out. Rolling his emerald eyes, his smile spreading wider. "You've always called me your 'little' serpent, never your dearest." Watching Tom's eyes wide in shock made the teen want to crow, but he sufficed with grinning. "I must say," he said in a flirtatious tone, playing with the hair on the back of the man's neck, "I think I like dearest more than I like little."

Tom averted his eyes, clearing his throat. Harry was pleased to have caught him in something he could not deny, and grinned victoriously. Sitting up off of him, the man ran his fingers through his hair. "I assure you it was nothing more than the slip of the tongue." He waved a hand dismissively, standing up off of the bed and leaving no room to argue about the subject.

Somewhat stung by the words, the teen looked away from him. Flipping the covers back, he began to climb out of the bed, mildly (maybe a bit more than a little) stung by the man's complete and utter dismissal. He knew it was to be expected, but still... Walking across the room to his dresser for clothes, he was startled when arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind.

Recovering from his start, he glared over his shoulder at the man, pulling away. The man's eyes were reproachful if not playful, and he was pulled back. "At least, don't tell Nagini she is no longer my favorite." Harry gave a sigh, scowling over at him but resting back against the hard chest that had become his favorite pillow.

"I suppose that's all I'm going to get out of you, isn't it?" He didn't give Tom a chance to reply, pulling away and crossing the rest of the distance to his wardrobe. The teen knew it was wrong of him to get upset over such a thing, but on one hand, he felt as though he had the right. A right as Tom's... what was he to Tom again? The thought bothered him more than he previously had believed it would, but he wasn't willing to push the subject yet.

"Listen..." He jumped at the words that were whispered into his ear, his heart leaping to his throat. He spun around and made to smack Tom's chest, opening his mouth to reprimand him for startling him. Tom caught his hand, his crimson eyes stealing Harry's breath away at the intensity of them. "That in itself should show you just how much I care, understand?"

The teen's heart leapt to his throat for a different reason entirely, his pulse suddenly thundering in his ears. He wanted to reach out and clutch at the man, shake him and demand he repeat himself, but he couldn't seem to find it in himself to move. Then lips pressed to his, gently, and his mind stopped working. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck, drawing him closer in the kiss, moaning in the back of the throat.

While Harry might have called it moaning, it sounded more of a whine to Tom. The man rested his hands in a gentle grip on his hips, but the posture he held, the things he was doing, were more possessive than the teen believed he had ever felt from the man. He melted in the man's hold, his scowl turning up into a smile as they kissed. He felt Tom smirking, and drew away to quirk an eyebrow at him. He opened his mouth to begin teasing him, when the man suddenly cut him off,

"You have slept in far later than I had expected. You still must eat breakfast, than your lessons will commence." He gave his serpent a tighter squeeze, then withdrew from him, looking down on him with crimson eyes that burned trials of fire into his bare body. The teen had too look away to keep from getting 'excited' at the look in the man's eyes.

Clearing his throat, Harry turned his back on the man, walking the few remaining feet to his dresser. "So, what will you be teaching me?" A pair of jeans and a wifebeater were grabbed, red boxers as well. "Well?" He looked over his shoulder at the man to find him openly gawking, head cocked to the side, at his ass. Cheeks inflaming, he scowled, slipping on his boxers hurriedly. "Don't look at me like that!" he demanded, his scowl deepening. "Tom!"

The man's head snapped up, his eyebrows raised in silent question. Upon seeing his little serpent scowling at him, he quirked an eyebrow, "Yes?"

Scowl etching deeper into his face, his emerald eyes sparkling in something akin to embarrassment and anger, he hissed, "I said: Don't look at me like that!" The man quirked an eyebrow higher, a playful smirk spreading across his face. He slowly folded his arms, resting back on his left foot.

"Like what, exactly?" the words were a slow drawl, as if he knew the answer already and was drawing out the discussion simply to further embarrass his serpent. Which was exactly what he was doing. He enjoyed watching the teen's blush spread to his collarbones.

Eyes narrowing in fury, the teen threw the wifebeater at the man, hitting him across his chest. "Like I'm some kind of piece of meat!"

At his words, the man's smirk spread across his entire face, his eyes sparking in amusement, and the teen knew the words on his tongue before they left his lips. "But, my little serpent..." he drew forward, resting his hands on the teen's hips, "You are."

Scowl deepening, he shoved away from him, only to have his lips caught in a soul stealing, earth shattering kiss. Biting back the moan that threatened to erupt from his throat, he kissed back, but pulled away, unwilling to allow the man to leave him a panting mess. Turning away from him, he began to get dressed again, the process heeded by the man unloading affection upon the teen's pale neck. "Mmm..." he moaned, emerald eyes sliding closed with pleasure clouding their depths.

Vaguely he wondered, Does Tom know just how much of my soul he holds?

He heard the responding voice in the back of his head, No, my little serpent, I believe it's the other way around. The man nuzzled his neck, pressing a light kiss to the mark on his neck. Pleasure wracked the teen's body and he moaned, tilting his head back to rest on the man's chest. Arms wrapped around his waist, the lips retreating, and his mind slowly began to work again.

Chuckling weakly, Harry said, "You know... If I didn't know any better, I would think you only wanted me for my body." He titled his head up and to the side to look at the man, curious as to what he would say. Would he deny it?

Chuckling as well, though his was immeasurably deeper than his serpent's, he replied, "Well, it's a good thing you know better, isn't it?"

"Mhm," the teen said curtly, lips pressed together. He pulled away, slipping his wifebeater on and walking away from him to the bathroom. Over his shoulder the teen called out, "You never did answer my question, you know."

He heard the man's uncaring chuckle, and glared over at him. "Well, what was your question?" Tom walked into the bathroom to find his serpent bent over the sink, eyes closed while he brushed his teeth. "What was your question?" he repeated himself, despite the fact he hated to. It was for his serpent, so he supposed he could tolerate it, if only once.

Opening his emerald orbs, he turned them on the man, still hunched over the sink. "Whaa wii yoo beh tea-chin meh?" Blinking a few times, it took the man a second to comprehend what he said. Upon understanding, he chuckled, running his fingers down the teen's back.

"Why, I won't be teaching you." The teen stopped in his tracks, turning to look at him with knitted eyebrows.

"Whaa-" he stopped himself, turning to spit out his mouthful of suds in the sink. Turning on the faucet, he swished a mouthful of it back and forth, then spat it out. He did this twice more before turning on the man with slightly narrowed eyes. "What do you mean? I thought you were gonna be teaching me."

The man shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm no good at teaching. Besides, there are things that others are more versed in than I. You will have the best teachers, Harry, as I previously promised." Mouth agape, the dark haired boy stood stock still for a full minute, trying to find the words to say what he wanted.

"No! I-I-I don't know those people! I want you to teach me!" He opened his mouth to protest further, but Tom held up a hand, silencing him. He closed his jaw with an angry 'snap!' and narrowed his exasperated eyes at the man.

"How are you going to grow to know these people if you do not give them a chance?" Harry had no reply, so the man continued, "Serpent, this isn't just about you getting used to them. They must grow used to you as well." Emerald eyes widened at his words when he realized who his teachers were going to be.

"Death Eaters? Are you out of your bloody mind?" He looked at the man incredulously, wondering just how sane he himself was to go with this man that was so obviously insane.

Rolling his eyes, Tom approached, placing his hands on the boy's upper arms. "Listen to me, serpent." Dutifully, the boy looked up at him, though with a look of disbelief. "This is not going to be an easy transition for them, the Death Eaters that have been trained from the start to hate your guts." He opened his mouth to tell the man that that was exactly why it wouldn't work, but he continued talking, not leaving the boy a second to talk.

"You must work with me here, my Serpent. These are the best teachers in this world, and if they aren't I will bring those to you as well." Harry pressed his lips together, unwilling to allow his safety to be placed in the hands of the most demented wizards he had ever come across in his life. "I'll not let them hurt you, my little serpent, of that I swear."

"Tom, I'm not comfortable with that. I want you to teach me."

Smirking, the man cupped his cheek and said, "If I was going to teach you anything, it would be bedroom antics."

Emerald eyes widened, and his cheeks inflamed, the teen looking away. Smirking, the man wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his neck teasingly. "You are so virgin at times, my little serpent." The teen scowled at him, his cheeks darkening. From around the wifebeater, the man could see his collarbones were darkening as well. The sight made him smirk.

"Am not," he said childishly, pulling away.

Being just as childish, the man replied, "Are too."

"Am not."

"You are."

The two locked eye contact, the teen scowling while the man smirked. They stood silent, neither emerald nor crimson willing to give way. After standing there for a full 5 minutes staring at each other, Harry looked away, clenching his eyes and rubbing them. "Git..." he hissed at him, but the man ran a hand down his back, tracing gently soothing patterns on his spine. Looking over at him, he was surprised at how gentle he gaze seemed to be.

Leaning down, the man seemed to be about to lay a sweet kiss on his lips, but instead he pressed his lips to his ear and whispered, "You are so virgin at times."

Leaping away, the teen scowled at him, embarrassed at getting his hopes up for a kiss and for being called a virgin when he had already had sex. More than once, mind you. Glaring at the man, he opened his mouth to argue, but the man turned on his heel. "Come with me, my little serpent. It's time your training begins."

Harry made a face at the man's back, but relented, following. The truth of the matter is that the teen was eager for training, and to learn new things. He wasn't afraid of the Death eaters hurting him; he knew Tom would never allow such. What had him ancy was the thought of the Death Eaters rejecting him. While he knew it shouldn't matter, he couldn't stop what bothered him.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when something grabbed his hand. Looking down, he found that the Dark Lord had entwined their fingers and was walking beside him. His heart had suddenly jumped to his throat, his pulse thundering in his ears like a pounding drum of war. Swallowing the last bit of moisture in his mouth, he looked up at the man, who had not looked down at him since he had done it. Moving his gaze back in frnot of him, he tried to calm his heartbeat.

Tom pulled him close, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Do not fret your tender little head, my little serpent. They will love you."

The soft voice in his ear calmed his heart slightly, and he replied, "How do you know, Tom?" He turned his head to gaze up at him, his emerald eyes wide with uncertainty.

Brushing the back of his hand over his serpent's cheek, the man said, "I simply know, Harry. Just take my word. Believe me in what I say, you have a talent for making those around you fall for you."

His eyes widened at the man's words, but he said no more on the subject, standing up straighter and walking again. Harry followed in somewhat of a daze, not really paying attention, because

Did the Dark Lord Voldemort just say he loved me?

Tom led Harry into the library after a very filling breakfast of eggs, hashbrowns, and toast(though Harry didn't eat nearly as much as the man would have liked). The library seemed to be the same size as the library in Hogwarts. The teen looked up in unbridled surprise, drinking in every inch of the library. He had never been in it before; the man had told him about it, but had not taken him to see it. "Bloody hell..." he murmured under his breath, and the man allowed the teen's hand to slip from his own as he ventured forth into the library. Watching after him, the man allowed the boy to wander.

Harry never considered himself a nerd; not like Hermione. He would much rather be outside playing Quiddtich than inside reading, but there was something about a rainy day that simply demanded a blanket, a handfull of Chocolate Frogs, and his favorite book. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the scent of the private library. It held a completely different scent than that of a public library, or even Hogwarts' library. It was made of the musky scent of recently burnt firewood, old, thick tomes that teemed with knowledge, and a vague hint of Tom's own.

He had ventured three rows away from the man, running the pads of his fingers over the spines of the books, pausing every few seconds to note a title that caught his attention. Just as he was reaching out to grab a book titled 'Infinity' he heard Tom's calming, powerful, seductive voice call out, "Serpent? Return to me; you can explore the library at a later date. At the moment, you must meet your new teachers."

Licking his lips and attempting to swallow the lump that suddenly rose to his throat, he made his way slowly back to the man, peering around the last row at him. The man raised a hand, holding it out to beckon to him. "Now, now, my little serpent, don't suddenly grow shy. There is nothing that will bring any harm upon you in this manner." His tone was gentle, but teasing, and the teen found himself scowling at the words. "You need not be afraid."

Scoffing, the teen made his way down the last row to the man, scowling at him. "I'm not afraid, not of anything! And, even if I was, it is perfectly plausible to be afraid of Death Eaters!" he hissed the last words through clenched teeth at him, his eyes narrowed into a glare. Laughing lightly, the man put a hand to the small of his back, leading him further into the library.

"Of course, of course, whatever you say." His voice was loud enough to carry through the library, and the teen felt as though whoever was waiting on them had heard it. He also felt that Tom was ending the discussion, or at least trying to. Pressing his lips together, he quieted himself; he had a feeling that any response he was going to get out of Tom would be in English. That wasn't the language he wanted, so he decided to wait until a later date to continue the argument.

Coming into a enclave in the library, Harry first noticed the fireplace, which sat directly across from him. There were two leathers cushioned arm chairs on his left, a matching small sofa opposite to them (the kind that Aunt Pentunia always called a loveseat) and in between them stood an antique looking dark wood coffee table, which the same serpent head legs that the thrones had in the meeting room. A low fire cackled in the fireplace, which the teen was grateful of; it always seemed to be freezing in the manner, no matter how much Tom commanded the house elves make it warmer for him.

Then, after he took note of everything in the little enclove, he finally took note of everyone in the enclave. Beside each other in the two arm chairs sat his least favorite Potion's master and his second least favorite Malfoy. Across from them, lounging on the loveseat sat his least favorite female in the entire world, and that was factoring in Hermione and Aunt Petunia. His scowl returned, etching deep into his face. Turning on Tom, he hissed loudly, "These are supposed to be my teachers?" He looked sceptically up at the man, quirking an eyebrow incredulously.

Blinking innocently (a little too innocently for Harry's taste), the man said, "Yes. Is there a problem with such?"

Shaking his head and glaring, the teen spun around to storm off, infuriated. He had a feeling that the man was going to do something like that, but to think he would choose her of all people? Unbelieveable! A hand grabbed his upper arm and spun him back around, the man glared down at him, their gazes matching in intensity. "Listen, Harry Potter, you need to get used to trusting these people just as much as they need to get used to trusting you."

His look turned exasperated, "No, you listen to me, Tom Riddle: I will never trust these people! One has treated me like shit since I was 11, another tried to kill me, and the other bloody killed one of the only people on this bloody earth that I ever loved!" His eyes were narrowed, fury pouring off of him in waves as the image of Sirius falling backwards through the veil flashed before his eyes. He looked away, blinking back tears.

Tom's anger suddenly faded at seeing his serpent on the verge of tears. Reaching forward, he cupped the boy's chin, each of the Death Eaters wisely looking away, "Harry, you need to be able to trust these people, as they need to be able to trust you. Everything that has so far happened was in the past, when you were still puppet of the Light. Now you are ours to protect. Allow these to redeem themselves, and give them a chance." The teen looked over at the three, lips pressed together in a tight line. "I assure you that, given the chance, you will find they are quite enjoyable, in small doses."

Tom wasn't for any sort of extended contact with any person, besides Nagini and Harry, his serpents. They didn't count, anyways.

"I'll never accept her. Never. Not after what she did." He glared up at the man defiantly, but the man had a comeback, as always. After all, he relied on his power as a second to his smooth tongue.

"I think what she did dims in comparison to what I did, yet you found it in yourself to forgive me."

It pulled him up speechless, which infuriated him. He knew that it was unreasonable to forgive Tom for killing both of his parents and denying him of any sort of normal childhood, when he wouldn't forgive Bellatrix for killing his Godfather, who he had only been in contact with for a few years before his death. He knew it was unreasonable, yet he still didn't want to. Eyebrows upturning, his voice turned somewhat pleading, "That was different, Tom."

The man quirked an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest. "How is that different, even in the slightest?"

Harry folded his arms as well, looking away from the man. "It's very different. Very much so." The man quirked an eyebrow at him, asking silently 'how?' Scowling, the teen looked away. "I am not her serpent. I'm yours." He looked at him out the corner of his eye, his emerald orbs sparking. "That's the difference."

A shudder ran down the man's spine, and he looked away, but only for a second. Looking back, he steeled his resolve. "This is final, Harry. No arguments, no debating. This is happening, whether you like it or not." The teen seemed to deflate, and he softened his voice, "It is necessary, I assure you."

Heaving a sigh, the teen looked away. "Fine. Doesn't mean I'm going to like it."

His expression softening, the man turned his head so only the teen could see his gentle half smile. The sight melted the boy's standoffish demeanor, and he relaxed, sighing again. He returned the smile, and refrained from hugging him in front of his Death Eaters. After all, that wouldn't seem too manly about either of them, and he figured that Tom would prefer to keep their affections behind (somewhat) closed doors.

Placing his hand on Harry's back, the man turned and led him back to the three that were waiting patiently. Clearing his throat, the Dark Lord Voldemort said to his most trusted followers, "Lady and gentlemen, I would like to reintroduce you to your Prince, whom I am sure you all remember from last night." The three rose to their feet, and the man, over Harry's head, made eye contact with all three then pointedly looked back at the teen. Taking his hint, the three moved forward, and, one after the other, took Harry's right hand and kissed the back of it.

"My Prince..."

"My Prince..."

"My Prince..."

The boy flushed, but didn't look away, nodding to each of the three of them. Once they all rose to their feet, the man continued, "Your Prince is to be your new pupil. Each of you will have a hand in readying him, and washing the blasphemy the Light has been feeding him out of his ears." A small smirk spread across his lips as he spoke, "Mind, he has a bit of a tongue. I'm sure all of you remember such." He waited long enough to see flashes of agreement in their eyes before finishing,

"However, you would do well to remember that he is now your Prince, and is to be treated with the same respect as your Lord. If any of you mistreat your Prince," he looked at each of them, making sure that his eye contact lasted long enough to chill the bones of his Death Eaters, "You will be punished with sevenfold the ferocity of your punishment, had you mistreated me." The room itself seemed to chill with his words, sending a shiver down even his serpent's spine.

"Am I understood?"

His followers dipped into a bow, and as one murmured, "Of course, my Lord."

"Good." The man conjured a chair from midair, highbacked and extravagant. Setting it on the floor, he sat in it and waved Harry forward. "Go on, begin."

With that, Harry's training commenced.

A/N: I think that this is how Harry truly would be acting, because even though he now trusts Voldemort does not mean he's just going to throw the towel in and automatically trust each and every follower that he comes across, you know? It's gonna take him awhile. Mind, he's been the Light's plaything since he was a baby. There's some things that are gonna take awhile to fix.

Tell me what y'all think!

Heads up: Next chapter, training truly begins!