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 problems with any of these, are too young or immature to read this, then, I'm sorry, 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 J K Rowling for making this pairing so scrumptious if you got a problem with it

A/N: Dear. Bloody. Hell. This took forever. I'm not even entirely pleased with the outcome either. I'm sorry, honestly. I've been going through a strange time of my life, with many changes, and not all are apparent at once, either. You see, I'm not trying to make excuses, merely to explain. I wanted to type, it simply wouldn't come out! I'm terrified that they are far too out of character, and I have a feeling that I'm going to end up rewriting this. Again, Sorry.

Lucius' lesson, though it did not seem as though it was taxing, had him sweating by the time they were done, and he had not moved five feet from the time the lesson began. A quick shower later, and he was whisked away to the library to read with Snape. He had been looking forward to that all day, simply kicking back and relaxing with a book, wrapped in Tom's arms. The end of that lesson had come all too soon. Then, a light lunch of grilled cheese sandwich made with Muenster cheese and tomato soup so delicious that Harry swore the recipe was stolen from the Gods.

"There is no such thing as God," Tom had reminded him, amused at him when he had voiced his gratitude of how delicious the lunch was. "It is only a concept created by humans to make them feel better about themselves. Just as there is no good or evil, another concept created by humans. There is only power-"

"And those too weak to seek it," Harry had finished with a smile, reminiscing to the first encounter he remembered of the man, reciting the words he had said. Smirking, he had plopped the last bite of grilled cheese in his mouth, giving an 'mm' at the taste, "Still think I'm too weak to seek it?"

Chuckling, the man had leaned over to him, entwining their fingers on top of the table. "I never thought you were too weak to seek it. Just far too repressed, with the things Dumbledore pumped into your head." Even Harry could not argue with him there.

Now, they were on their way to Bella's lesson, the only of the three that took place after lunch. The teen had been dreading seeing her all day. Not simply because of what she was going to teach him, but he didn't want to see her. He had contemplated it, and he had come to a realization, so obvious that he did not know why it had not occured to him before.

"I hate females."

"Yes, I know this." Tom's voice said he was already aware. Peering down at the boy, he asked, "Are you just now figuring this out?" Scowling, the teen pulled away from him.

"Shut up, Tom. I never really thought about it before. But, thinking about it, I found it very obvious." The boy nodded, agreeing with himself. Chuckling, the Dark Lord ran his fingers through the boy's long hair. "I really don't like them." He looked up at the man, "Any of them." The man nodded in agreement, looking in front of them as they walked. "Including the one you're making me go see."

Tom gave no measureable response to the words, and the boy sighed, turning to look in front of him again. They came to a stop in front of the door where the lesson was being held. Pausing there, both heard Bella moving around inside, and the tinkle of chains bumping together from movement. Flicking his wrist, the Dark Lord opened the door. At the moment, Bellatrix was out of view, so all that the two saw of the room was the fake blonde, chained to the floor, semi-conscious.

Nudging him forward, the man whispered in his ear, "How about you go take it out on her?"

The woman's fake blue eyes opened, peering through fake eyelashes and thick makeup at the two. She trembled, her fear as evident as her disgust and repulsion. Her tremors were so violent that it was causing the chains to rattle, despite the fact that just an hour previously, Bella had told them that she had not harmed her. She was saving all of that for her Prince, she had claimed. And, from what Harry could see, the woman was not harmed, meaning that the woman had kept her word.

So, the Muggle was trembling in fear and disgust and repulsion even though she hadn't been harmed?

"Typical Muggle..." were the hissed words in his ear.

"Typical woman," he responded, making his way into the room without Tom nudging him forward. He made eye contact with the woman, walking over to her. She gazed up at him, her fear trickling from her face when she saw he was nothing more than a child. Her eyes flickered away from him over to Tom, and he felt bile rise to the back of his throat. "Yeah, I think I can do that, Tom."

A triumphant grin spread across the Dark Lord Voldemort's face, and he muttered one word,

"Good."

"Up. On your feet," came the woman's voice, flickering her wand as she did. The Muggle leapt to her feet, the chains clanging around her ankles. Then, as if coming from a stupor, she looked around herself in fear. Trembling, she wrapped her arms around herself, looking from Bella to Harry to Tom.

"Wh-wh-who are you? Where am I? What are you doing-" her voice, tremblind with fear, but growing louder with each passing moment, was abruptly cut off by Bella's harsh, raspy voice,

"Shut up." The girl seemed to suck her lips into her own mouth, almost as though they folded back in on themselves. Turning, Bella peered down at Harry (yes, down, because for some Godawful reason the woman was taller than him) and grinned. Harry was surprised to find that she didn't have black teeth, as he had always thought they would fit her. "That, my Prince," she gestured to the woman standing in front of them, "Is the Imperius Curse."

Folding his arms, he nodded. "Yes, I know that. I'm not stupid." Raising her eyebrows, the woman gave him a look as if to say, 'Are you sure about that?' Growling, he looked away from her before he hit her. Tom had been very specific; he was not to attack his teachers unless it was part of the lesson.

He could make it part of the lesson.

"Three Unforgivable Curses, my Prince. The Imperius Cruse, The Cruciatus Curse, and The Killing Curse," she grinned as she said the last three words. "But you already know all about that, dontcha?" The teen said nothing, glancing over at Tom, who seemed to preoccupied with glaring in disgust at the woman to be listening to them. However, he knew better, but did not push it.

"It takes more than just pointing and saying the incantation, you know. You have to mean it." That insane look sparkled in her eyes, and she pointed her wand at the Muggle again. "Crucio." A bright red flash emanated from her wand and struck the woman, who was suddenly on the floor, screaming. The corners of her lips turned up, and Bellatrix grinned in insane delight at the Muggle's pain.

Feeling himself getting sick watching Bella, Harry turned his gaze upon the screaming woman, expecting his stomach to turn and him have to dart away to rid himself of that delicious lunch. He felt Tom's reassuring hand on the small of his back, and gathered the courage to look at the woman, screaming, still, writhing on the floor.

Upon looking, he did not feel as though he was going to puke, as he had previously thought. However, he was filled with a feeling he had never encountered before in his life, and was surprised. It was a warmth that started in his chest, spreading throughout his body, following by the most delightful tingling. His fingers began to itch for his wand, and he ears begged for more of the delightful screams.

The screams ended abruptly when Bella drew her wand away, leaving the girl curled into a ball on the ground, her delightful screams replaced by an annoying whimpering. "In order to properly cast the Cruciatus Curse, you must want to inflict pain simply for the sake of inflicting it." He quirked an eyebrow at the woman, who looked at him with a grin. "You must want to start the fire simply to watch the world burn." She nodded her head over at the sniveling woman.

"Go on. Try."

Licking his lips, he slowly raised his wand, pointing it at the woman. The feeling filled his chest again, and he said, "Crucio." The woman whimpered and whined, drawing further in on herself, but did not start screaming as she had when Bella had cursed her.

Laughing, Bella patted him on his back, swatting his hand down. "Mean it, my Prince. Want her to suffer, want her to scream. You can't do it if you don't want to." He turned and met her gaze with a glare, but her eyes were not mocking, simply encouraging, and he was struck with the thought that maybe, she did simply want him to accomplish it. "Mean it. Want it." He felt Tom's fingers running through his hair and looked up at him, finding the man's crimson eyes swirling with the same look he felt in his when listening to the woman's screams.

"This Muggle deserves it. She deserves to be screaming, deserves to be suffering. Muggles have done nothing to you except harm you, repeatedly, time and time again. You have given them too many chances to redeem themselves, and all they do is spit back in your face. They all deserve much worse than an easy lived Crucio." However, looking at his serpent, he realizes as he spoke the teen could only picture three people: His Uncle Vernon, his Aunt Petunia, and his cousin Dudley.

Sighing, he straightened back up, looking over at the woman who stood, waiting impatiently for the fun to truly begin. "Let us call it a day."

"What? But, my Lord! He needs to do this!" she hated arguing with him, but there was no way he could simply cart off the Prince simply because he wasn't able to do it his first try. "My Lord, he needs to try! He needs practice!"

The crimson gaze on her suddenly turned deadly, and she knew the pain was coming before she felt it. She did not even hear the Crucio leave his lips when she was on the ground, pain she was familiar with but had never grown immune to wracking her entire body. Unearthly screams filled her ears, and she vaguely registered they were her own. This continued on for three seconds, three hours, three thousand years when the curse was finally lifted.

She stayed on the ground, panting as though she had just run a marathon, adrenaline coursing her body. She kept her gaze lowered, knowing that her Lord was in no mood to deal with anything from her. "Bella, what I say goes, especially when it comes to the Prince." Putting a hand on the teen's back, he turned to lead him from the room. "She won't cut it, not for his first victim. Despose of her how you will; I have a different set in mind."

Harry, who had not truly listened to their exchanged words, was still high off of the feeling of watching the woman scream. He leaned into the man's touch, his body feeling as though it was on fire. Licking his lips, he looked up at the man, who had not yet looked down at him. The door to the lesson room closed behind them, and suddenly the teen reached up, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and jerking him down to crash their lips together.

A moan erupted from the back of the man's throat at the unexpected attention. Turning, he pinned his serpent up against the wall, dominating him with a searing kiss. Hiking his leg up, Harry hooked his knee on the man's hip, pressing their bodies together. Growling, the man grabbed his ass, jerking him up to pin him against the wall, too high for his feet to touch the ground.

Giving a soft whine, the teen wrapped his legs around the man's waist, drawing him closer. He tilted his head back, baring his pale throat. He was rewarded, almost instantly, with the man's lips and teeth on his neck. Soft mewls escaped his lips, no matter how desparately e tried to lock them in, the pleasure coursing through his body. Reaching up, he dug his nails into the man's back, leaving angry claw marks up his spine. He knitted his fingers in the man's dark hair, drawing him closer, ever closer. He could never be close enough. Not even if he was buried balls deep in him, it would never be close enough.

"Mmm... Tom..." The sound drew a growl from the man's throat, and his teeth dug deep into that mark on his neck. He could not have contained his scream if his life depended on it, and Tom was doing a wonderful job of coaxing it out of him. It rang in the man's ears, bouncing back and forth, arousing him ever further than before. Shifting his hips, Harry ground their erections together, stifling his own moan to hear the other's.

His heart leapt to his throat when the man's lips left his neck for his lips. Mmm... This was why he left the so called Light. This man. Not simply for his sex, though that was a great bonus. Tom, Voldemort, whatever his name was, was the only person that he could truly count on. He did not belittle him, did not pity him, did not take advantage of him. He always kept his promises, and he never lied to him. Tom truly, honestly cared about him, though he had yet to say as much. That much he was sure of, that much he knew.

In Harry's mind, he was far better than Dumbledore could ever hope to be, in every way.

The man pushed the teen harder against the wall, soaking in his thoughts with pleasure, pride. He was glad that he didn't have to tell his serpent how much he meant to him, that he already knew. He saw in his serpent what no one else did, and watched with displeasure as those around him that supposedly were protecting him only did him wrong. He had seen how that old coot, the pureblood traitor, and that filthy Mudblood treated him. They only used him, and pitied him more than anything. They did not care for him, not truly. They only cared if he would be their scapegoat, and only bothered with him to ensure he would complete the goal they gave him.

Killing the Dark Lord Voldemort. Or, rather, sacrificing himself to protect them from the Dark Lord Voldemort.

How stupid are they? Voldemort quietly chuckled to himself, biting down hard on the boy's bottom lip, relishing in the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. The move earned him a hiss of pain that turned into a moan of pleasure from the boy. Turning his head, the boy bit him hard in the sensitive flesh beneath his ear. Hissing, he jerked away, leaning back while still pinning the boy to the wall. Emerald eyes sparkled in delight, teasing him while perfect lips twisted into a grin. Crimson eyes narrowed, and his lips parted as he hissed, "Little brat."

Harry's grin spread, and he wrapped his arms around the man's neck, drawing him closer. "You wouldn't have it any other way," he hissed in reply, orbs sparkling in delight at the knowledge. Dipping his head to kiss the boy again, the man did not deny, unable to. After all, he didn't lie to the teen, but would never give him the satisfaction of hearing him say yes. "Mmm..." the teen moaned when their erections were drug together, and he closed his eyes, tilting his head back to enjoy the pleasure.

Pressing hard, fierce kisses to the boy's lips, he made his way down his jaw, alternating between hard kisses and harder nips. Harsh hands ran up the teen's sides, dull nails scraping his ribs. He shuddered under the touch, arching his back to get closer to Tom, his Tom. Hissing under his breath, he pressed their raging erections together, throbbing at the sound of Tom's guttural moan in his ear.

The man bit at the teen's ear, his breath ragged yet smooth as he said, "Let's take this up to our room, shall we?" Harry surprised him by shaking his head, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. "And why ever not?" his voice was slightly ragged, a bit apprehensive that the boy was going to suddenly tell him to stop.

The trembling teen shook his head, pulling the man closer and leaning to whisper in his ear, "Not in the room, Tom. Here, let's do it here." Shocked, the man pulled away slightly to look into the teen's emerald eyes. Groaning under his breath, the boy quickly pulled him back. "Damnit to bloody hell, Tom, don't stop. I can't wait for the room."

Well, Tom certainly wasn't going to argue.

That certainly was a sight Bellatrix was confronted with when she left the lesson room.

Tom kissed his way down the boy's back, listening intently to his slow, steady heartbeat. The boy was sleeping, sprawled out in their oversized bed, enjoying the soft feel of the silk against his skin. The man closed his eyes, resting his head against the boy's back. It was late now, the stars shining brightly through the large windows that encompassed their room. His silky skin shone brightly, the evidence of their dirty deeds standing out bright red against the comparitively pale skin.

Opening his crimson eyes he looked up the boy's pale back at him, making sure he was sleeping. Sitting up, he allowed the covers to fall around him, shivering as the cold night air carressed his bare body. He ran his fingers through the boy's shaggy hair, his expression the one he only allowed himself to show when completely alone. Basking in the boy's presence for a moment, he then slid off the bed, covering his Serpent up after doing so.

Slipping his feet into his favorite slippers, the man turned his back to the bed, stretching as he made his way into their shared bathroom. Walking in, he flipped on the heater along with the light, squinting into the room as his eyes adjusted. Groaning, he twisted, cracking his back. Sometimes, the boy, his little serpent, made him forget just how old he truly was. Not that he felt it, no, with his new body, he never felt a day over twenty.

"I don't much look it either," he commented to himself, rubbing his jaw while looking at himself in the mirror. Letting the heat seep into his skin, he eyed himself up and down, sizing himself up. Chuckling, he turned away, "Not bad for a nearly 70 year old man."

Making his way into his closet, he chose his thickest, softest robes to wear. Where he was headed, it was going to be cold. As it was late, and he wasn't going to be out very long, he wanted to be as comfortable as possible. After all, the only place he truly wanted to be at that moment was curled up beside his little serpent. There was only one person in the entire world that could keep him from where he wanted to be, and that was for whom he was doing this.

Straightening his collar, he headed back out into his bedroom, to find the teen curled into a ball, sleeping on his bed. The man paused, eyeing the boy. He walked back over to the bed, kicking off his slippers on the rug beside it as he always did. Fixing his sleeves, the man leaned over and brushed his hair away, revealing to him an innocence that the boy always held, but only showed, fully, in his sleep. Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead, soothing his hand over his hair.

Harry stirred, blinking bleary emerald eyes up at him. He squirmed, reaching up and rubbing his eyes. "T-T-T-T-Toooooooooooom?" he said through a yawn. Chuckling, Tom soothed his hair back again, soothing him with his voice as well.

"I am here, little Serpent."Even in his dull, sleep ridden state, the boy's cheeks still flushed. Licking his lips, he blinked again, shifting to rise into a sitting position. Tom's hand moved to his shoulder, pushing him back down gently. He didn't much resist.

"W-where are you going, Tom? Why aren't you laying down with me?" His thin eyebrows were knitted over confused eyes, and the Dark Lord's look turned gentle.

"I'm just stepping out for a few minutes. Just some Dark Lord business that I must attend to." His eyebrows knitted again, and he made to sit up again, resisting more steadily this time to Tom pushing him back down.

"W-well, if it's Dark Lord business, then I should come with you, shouldn't I? I'm the Prince, right?" With no difficulty, the man pushed him to be laying down once again, though he had been resisting.

"It's nothing to worry over, my little Serpent. I will be gone and back before you know it. It's no reason for you to get up, I promise." Harry mildly glared at him, but closed his eyes again.

"Promise?" Tom nodded, though the boy's eyes were closed.

"Promise. I'll be back before you know it."He pressed a kiss to the boy's temple, raising to his feet. Harry smiled, eyes crinkling even though they were closed. He yawned, stretching out, rubbing his face into his pillow as Tom watched.

"Wake me up when you get back, Tom, I'm not playin' with you. Be safe." Chuckling, the man tugged at his collar, shaking his head as he walked out of the room. "I said be safe," were the words called after him.

Pausing, he glanced over his shoulder at the boy, smirking lightly, "Fine. I'll be safe."

He heard the teen mimicking him under his breath, and vaguely heard the words, "Bloody bugger..."

Pressing his lips together in a smirk, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, tightening his grip on his wand in his pocket, on spun on the spot...

Only to reappear near instantaneously in the driveway of Number 4, Privey Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England.

He look around himself with disgust and disinterest; really, to believe he, the Dark Lord Voldemort was walking around in Muggle England... Not even the readers of the Quibbler would believe that. Clearing his throat, he straightened his robes, making his way to the Muggles' house. Grimacing, he flicked his wrist, unlocking the door and silencing the burglar alarms. He walked into the house, careful not to touch anything; he didn't want to contract anything they had.

He could hear their snoring from the front door; the only sound in the house was the snoring of the two gargantuan sized males, which drowned out the light snores of the horse faced woman, and the ticking of the clock to his right. He turned and eyed the wooden timeteller; Muggles always created the strangest of things. Walking forward, he skirted the clock, eyeing the rest of the house with the same distaste he felt for all Muggles. The things done for my little Serpent... he thought dryly to himself.

Though he wanted to relish what he was going to do, he knew that he held not the self control to begin torturing the Muggles and stop before he completely broke their minds. Not these Muggles, not after what he had seen they do to his little serpent, his Harry. Did they not understand just how lucky they were? To have a wizard, a powerful one at that, in their home, and not being ruled by him? "Obviously not," he muttered darkly to himself, feeling his anger rising inside of himself, his magic whipping out as a natural side effect of the anger he felt.

He fingered the clasp on the handle of the small door that led to the tiny cudboard where his little serpent was kept for most of his life. He felt anger rise like bile to the back of his throat, leaving a similar taste as he swallowed it back down. He ran his fingers through his hair, growling under his breath as he turned to the stairs. His crimson eyes promised death for all those that dared look into them, similar to the deadly creature over which he held power. He was thankful that he did not hold such power; he did not want his eyes to be the last thing those disgusting Muggles saw.

He wanted it the last thing they saw to be his serpent's emerald eyes, as he whispered the same curse uttered to him by the man so many years before.

The Muggles wouldn't be so lucky as his serpent had been, however. They would not live. They were nothing special, nothing like the boy, his boy. Yes... mine. I very much so like the sound of that. A smirk twisted across his face, and he turned, making his way up the stairs to the sleeping Muggles' rooms. It would be the last night they spent in that house.

A/N: I hope you are all happy with this. Send me reviews, pretty please?