Title: The Dark Lord's Heart.

Author: Daniella Raschilla.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but a few Galleons, Sickles, and, Knuts.

Genre: Romance/Drama (Will soon be changed to Romance/Adventure)

Rated: M

Summary: After being raped, abused, and mistreated Harry makes a descision that will not only effect himself, but the the entire world. Now on the Dark side, Harry finds some strange feelings in the strangest places. The Dark Lord's Heart.

Pairings: Voldemort/Harry, Draco/Padma, Luna/Neville, Bill/OC, Past-Voldemort/Past-Bellatrix . . . currently thinking of more . . .

Warning: Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Dumbledore Bashing. Rape, Abuse, Rated Scenes. OOCness!

Time-Line: During Harry's 7th Year. 1st Chapter Is Taken Place On December 3rd

A/N I Need A Beta! So Please PM Me If U Wish To Be Mine! Another thing you should know is that I will try to update every 1/2 week(s).

P.S. The beginning of this Chapter is sorta retarded, just like the ending of my last one, but please with sugar on top, do not flame!

Chapter 2

Hottie Alert!

Currently, I was sitting in the Malfoy manor's. A house elf (Stikky, I believe) had dropped off some tea for us. Mr. Malfoy was sitting in front of me behind his large, handsome, mahogany desk. His pale fingers were laced together and he had a thoughtful look on his pointed face.

"You want to switch sides?" he continued when I nodded. "You? Harry? Harry Potter? The-Boy-Who-Lived? The Chosen One? The Light's Savior? Defender of the Good?W-"

"That was a new one." I pointed out. He looked at me and rolled his eyes when I sent a cheeky smile his way. I wasn't 'The Light's Savior' anymore, so why couldn't I start acting like myself? He hummed silently, making me more uncomfortable by the second. What if this was a trap? What if any second Voldemort would jump out from behind a plastic plant and Avada Kadavra me? What would I do? Die . . . Something said dryly inside of me.

"Well, if you say so. I shall ask my Lord. But pray tell, why did you change?" He asked with eyes burning with curiosity. Immediately, the smile one my face dropped.

"None of your business!" I snapped and looked away. I heard Malfoy mutter an apology half-heartedly.

"Anyways, would you wish to speak to him now, or a few days later?"

"He's here?"

"Who?"

"Voldemort."

"No, but there is a Death Eater meeting in a quarter of an hour." Malfoy replied and glanced at the handsome, grandfather clock ticking at the side of the room. I bit my lip, and asked the question that had me feeling uncomfortable the whole time.

"Mr. Malfoy?" He raised a pale eyebrow at me. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why do you trust my words? I could go tell Dumbledore this any second."

"Well, you see, child . . . I made Stikky drop a few drops of Veritaserum in your tea before serving it . . . " I narrowed my eyes and sneered his way.

"W-"

"Well, you cant blame me, child!" He defended himself. "It was just too tempting. Plus, I'm a trained Death Eater, you honestly expected me to believe without any proof but your words that you are switched sides? That's lunatic talk!"

I sighed and nodded. "Well, where is the meeting?"

"In the manors Library of course! It's mostly taken place here. Take notes of everything that seems important-and keep them safe away from the wrong hands!" He scolded. I rolled my eyes and joted everything down.

I, Harry Potter, was currently blushing a fierce red to the roots of my hair. What's that? You wanna know why? Well, I'll tell you why! Because, currently, I was standing in front of the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on. To make it clear, I'm gay. Not straight, not bi, I'm gay. Anyways, he was indeed very good looking. I almost drooled. Malfoy nudged my stiffly and bowed down to him. I furrowed my brows in confusion. That's when it hit me. Voldemort. This was Voldemort. I looked back at the man and almost peed myself. The man had ebony colored hair, with a side fringe. He looked about twenty-twenty one. His skin was like the moon: Pale, glowing, beautiful, and flawless. His eyes were red like burning lava that had just exploded from a dangerous volcano. He was tall, and lean, but you could see that his muscles could kill easily. I swallowed and fought off another furious blush beginning to erupt on my skin. Get a hold of yourself, Harry boy! It's VOLDEMORT for hell's sake! I mentally slapped myself. I may think the man was gorgeous, but I was not bowing down to the man who killed almost everyone I loved and cherished greatly. Voldemort payed no attention to the good looking Malfoy. His eyes were set on me, much to my pleasure. Voldemort opened up his very kissable, ruby red lips and spoke.

"Harry Potter. Why do you bring him here, Lucius?" His voice was smooth like hot, melted chocolate, and made me want to melt into a pile of goo. I swallowed and beat Malfoy to it.

"I'm switching sides." Voldemort glared at me. "I don't want to be on the good side anymore. I want to be on the Dark side now."

"Really?" He raised one black eyebrow and smirked. His footsteps echoed and bounced off the maroon and brown walls of the Library as he walked up to me. He cupped my chin in one hand while the other stroked my hair. I coughed uncomfortably from all of the Death Eater's eyes. Bellatrix's was the worst. Voldemort stared deeply into my eyes like he was reading my soul. Then, too quickly I might add, he let my go.

"He's obviously LYING!" Bella-bitch shrieked. She pointed an accusing finger at me, covered one hand on her mouth, while she jumped up and down with wide eyes. Voldemort smirk became wider and he looked over his shoulder at the crazed woman.

"He's telling the truth." He must have used Occlumency on me.

"Bu-" One of the Lestrange brothers spoke up, but Voldemort cut him short.

"So, Potter, I believe you would like-" I interrupted him too.

"Harry. Call me Harry." Voldemort shot me a hateful look that was slightly mixed with amusement strange enough.

"Anyways, Harry," He purred my name out making me choke on my own spit, much to the Dark Lord's amusement. "I believe you would like to meet a few Death Eaters . . . " He trailed off, and motioned a few masked figures forward. They all took off their masks, but they were lingering in the shade, so I couldn't see them clearly.

"Bill Weasley," I gasped as I heard Bill step forward once being called by Voldemort. The others followed suit.

"Fred and George Weasley (I wasn't surprised by them actually), Luna Lovegood (I swore at that name), Draco Malfoy (He glared when I snorted in a way of saying 'never doubted you for a minute'). He introduced a few of which I didn't know, but when he announced one certain name, I . . . fainted in the manliest way known to man.

"And Neville Longbottom."

"Did you honestly expect the Dark Lord to keep that hideous, hideous body?" Lucius (He told me to call him that) rolled his eyes at my stupidity.

"Well . . . I guess I didn't really-"

"Your idiocy never fails to surprise me, Potter." I turned around to see Severus Snape sneering down at me. Lucius started to explain things to him, but Snape held up a hand to stop him.

"I was already informed, Lucius." He said. "I will lead him to his room."

Lucius stepped back and walked away in the opposite direction. Severus stared at me. Suddenly, shock showed in his jet black eyes, but it was quickly covered up with the perfect Slytherin poker face. I've really got to learn that! Maybe, I'll ask Draco, or Snape.

"It's Severus outside of school, Harry. Since we are both Death Eaters, we should be on first name basis." I realized the Potion Master had read my mind. I bit my lip wondering if he saw me getting, um, raped.

"I still don't have The Dark Mark, you know." Severus rolled his eyes and pointed at my scar.

"Your scar used to show people you were their Savior, now it shows every Death Eater on the globe that you are one of us. Consider yourself lucky, The getting of the Dark Mark is quite painful if I remember correctly."

Wow. This was not a room. This was bigger than whole Burrow times three. The walls were a simple white. The room was round shaped, and was about seventeen feet high . There was a humongous window that started from the top to bottom that gave me an excellent view of the snow covered garden. Simple, thick, white curtains were drawn to the sides. There was a white desk placed to one side of the room with a white candle placed on it. The floor was covered up by a white, soft, fluffy carpet. The bed was also white and king sized. More than enough fluffy pillows were surrounding it. On top of everything, was a huge, highly detailed, white and silver chandelier. Two words: A mistake-This could not-

"It is your room, Po-Harry . . . " Severus drawled and quietly left the room. I grinned and strode over towards the bed, and threw myself on to it gracelessly.

"This . . . is . . . the . . . life . . . Yeah!"

Meanwhile at The Burrow

~:~:~:~Ginny's P.O.V~:~:~:~

"Ginny, where's Harry? I haven't seen him since last night. Is he out for a jog?" Dad asked with concern. I smiled up angelically at dad.

"No, daddy. Harry just wanted some time alone." Suddenly, a thought struck me. "He said he needed some time to think about our relationship. He said he thinks he might love me!"

"WHAT?" Ron did a spit take alongside Charlie. I giggled in between my fingers and squealed. Hermione's face burst out into a smile and she hugged me fiercely. Mum stared at me, them broke into a smile.

"Oh, I just can't wait for the grandchildren!" She cried and hugged me. I threw my head back and laughed.

"Not so fast, Mum. Harry's just not ready for that." I thought of the night before the last. "He wants to wait for our honeymoon!"

"I'm happy for you, Gin . . . " Ron awkwardly gave me a one armed hug and stepped back immediately. Charlie's face looked like it was about to break from smiling so widely. After another round of hugs, squeals, and laughter, Mum set up the table and we all had a silent lunch. Fools, I chuckled under my breath.

"What was that, honey?" Mum glanced up at me.

"Nothing . . . Nothing at . . . all."

Back at the Manor.

~:~:~:~Harry's P.O.V~:~:~:~

"So, what was the meeting about?" I asked during dinner. As soon as I had touched the bed, I had collapsed into sleep. Right now, the Dark Lord and Death Eaters were sitting in the dining room. Most of the Death Eaters had gone home after meeting up, only a few left behind: Neville, Bill, Fred, George, the Lestrange brothers, Severus, and myself. The Malfoys were of course present alongside their Lord.

"It was just small little gathering for information." Severus answered. "I'm not the only spy of the Dark Lord, you know?"

"Nothing special has happened yet, but we know that Dumbledore's trust for Severus is wavering slightly." Voldemort said and chewed on his steak while scowling. There was a slight pause in the air. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me.

"How about I spy on Dumbledore. I mean, he would never guess that I went over to the Dark Side." I said. The Super-Model Voldemort chuckled lightly when I said the last two words. An intense blush toke place on my cheeks, and I quickly looked down at the yucky, green peas on my plate.

"But, don't you care about Dumbledore? Why would you spy on him?" Bellatrix asked curiously. Apparently, Voldemort talked to her, and she decided to give me a chance.

"You know, Trixie, there's a reason why I switched." I rolled my eyes. Trixie's already wide eyes widened.

"Trixie?"

"Yeah, well, everybody calls you Bella, and I wanted something different."

"Yeah, but TRIXIE? I mean, you could call me Bell, or Trix, but you chose the girliest of girly. Trixie?"

"Yeah, well, whatever."

"But TRIXIE of all name!"

"I like that name . . . "

"You . . . like it?"

"Yeah, I heard it in this muggle show, 'Fairly Odd Parents'."

"What a retarded name!" Draco snorted. Bellatrix shared his opinion.

"I meant the name of the show. I like the name Trixie." Draco corrected.

"Hey, I made it up! You can't call her that!" Harry glared.

"And why's that?"

"'Cause I made it, nimron!"

"Trixie?" Bellatrix shrieked.

"Why don't you like it? I worked hard on it!" I said faking hurt.

"B-"

"Oh god, shut up already!" Lucius exclaimed. Voldemort laughed when my face went beyond red. It was maroon.

Well, this chapter wasn't so good, but spare me! Please Review, and I will try to update faster.

BONUS: I reached more than 5000 words now! I think . . .

P.S. I am eighteen, but I still love Fairly Odd Parents, and SpongeBob. Sue me . . .