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, Severus/OC (MAYBE) . . . currently thinking of more . . .


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


Time-Line: During Harry's 7th Year. 1998.


A/N Another thing you should know is that I will try to update every 1/2 week(s).


P.S. Please with sugar on top, do not flame!


P.P.S. Does anyone have any good stories (At least 10 chapter long) about Harry/Voldemort (Tom M. R.)? It could be either Complete or Incomplete, I don't care! I'm just hungry for good stories about my favorite couple! Okay, erm, ewww! I sound like an animal or something. . . . *Sighs dreamily* . . . Remus Lupin . . . yum . . . *Dreams 'certain types' of visions that should not be seen by anyone under the age of eighteen* . . . ooooh, Remus, you animal! . . . .

Chapter 3 The Necklace of Amorze

Voldemort's Room

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

Definitely. The Potter boy had definitely changed a lot since I last saw him. When I first saw him in his first year, his eyes were bright and childish. Then the next time they were curious yet powerful. Now they had some sort of anger hidden deep in them. They practically glowed with power. It was strange when he first showed up. I felt this little tingle in my chest, like someone had gotten a feather and brushed it against my heart. It was a strange experience I had never felt before. Better ask Severus if it is the after effect of the Body Repairing Potion, I thought and shrugged it off lightly. I got off the edge of my bed and payed Severus a visit.

"Severus?" I called and walked into the complete potion lab that Lucius had provided him. The man was hunched over some sort of silvery potion. He slowly raised his head and nodded it in respect.

"My Lord, what shall I do for you."

"Severus, you never told me of the after effects of the Body Repairing Potion." I walked over to his ingredient closet and picked up a jar of goldfish skin dipped in some sort of purple liquid.

"After effect? There were no after effects." Severus seemed truly confused. I just chuckled and raised a single eyebrow.

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes. "Then why do I feel weird around Po-Harry?"

"Explain how weird?" I explained the black haired man how I felt.

"Sir, isn't that the feeling of fon-"

"Shut up." I snapped. "I do not and never will feel that way about anyone, especially Po-Harry!"

"Yes, My Lord." He did not look very convinced. I gritted my teeth together in annoyance and exited the room.

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

The Next Day

"Harry!" Someone cried and knocked down my door. Immediately, I bolted out of my bed with a wand pointed at that someones chest. I rubbed an eye with one one since I couldn't see very well without my glasses.

"Who are you? And What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Be-Trixie. And I'm here to get you. You're leaving." Trixie had her hands up in the air. Sighing, I let my wand drop to the bed and me along with it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked again. Trixie put a hand on one of her hips and rolled her eyes upwards.

"Like I said, kiddo-"

"Don't call me kiddo! I'm seventeen."

"Don't call me Trixie, I'm forty seven."

"No, I like Trixie."

"And I Like Kiddo. Or do you prefer Pipsqueak, eh?" She snickered and slapped my forehead lightly. "I mean come on, when are you gonna gain some height? It suits you perfectly!"

"Shut it, Trixie." I made sure to stretch out her nick name. She glared and pointed her wand threateningly at my chest. But I just rolled my eyes and pushed it away carelessly.

"So, where are you taking me?" I asked while going through the entire wardrobe that Narcissa Malfoy had picked out for me last night. Trixie sighed and helped me pick out a simple black turtle neck and simple black jeans.

"Your, erm, adoptive family must be worried sick. You need to get back, and tomorrow is Christmas anyways. Snape informed us that Dumbledore was going to spend the holidays with the Weasels. Snape can't be there, but you can, and you have to." She added, "The Dark Lord's orders."

"Alright . . . " There was this silent pause in the air before I broke it. "Trixie, I've been . . . erm . . . I've heard that you and Voldemort have a thing going on . . . " Another awkward pause in the air.

"Used to have a thing going on." Trixie corrected. She saw my confused face and continued on.

"Well, I used to, um, crush on the Dark Lord. But I guess, later on, I sorta un-fell for him."

"Aren't you married?" I asked. "To Rodolphus Lestrange?"

"That's a whole other story, pipsqueak. Now hush, and get your tush outside. Severus will drive you to his manor. He'll say that he saw you wondering through the streets at night, and he took you in for safe keeping." Trixie led me out. "And then he'll drive you to the Weasels."

"What about the Floo Network?"

"Oh, yes, that." She smirked. "Ol' Sevvy gets dizzy easily, and hates flooing."

"Old Sevvy?'

"Ol' Sevvy, kiddo." She corrected, and I grinned. I couldn't wait to use that on him. Suddenly, a thought struck me.

"You know what, I think I'll change your nick name."

"Oh, thank heavens!" She put her hand on her chest, relieved.

"I like Trixie-Pixie better."

"Hello, O'l Sevvy." I purred and slid into Severus's black car. it was simple just like him. The Potion Master soon had his signature scowl on it.

"Bellatrix, or should I say Trixie, told you that I'm guessing."

"Yes. I like that name."

"How many times have you said that ever since you arrived?"

"I don't know. Now, drive forth, Sevvy-Wevvy."

"Sevvy-Pevvy? Honestly Po-Harry, how many times were you dropped as a child?"

"I don't know, but I do have this scar on my forehead that might have come from it." I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically.

"Shut up, and let me drive, pipsqueak."

"Let me guess, Trixie-Pixie?"

"Trixie-Pixie? Bellatrix? Wow. . . What was her reaction when you said that?" Sevvy-Wevvy asked and turned right smoothly.

"Oh, she threw some things, slapped my cheek, spanked me, and cursed me. . . "

"She cursed you? What spell?"

"I mean swearing. Boy, that woman knows her words."

"Yes, she sure does. She once swore at me in Arabic . . and Latin . . . Spanish, German, Urdu, Hindu, Chinese, Japanese, Jamaican, Portuguese, French, Dutch, Frysian . . . I think that's it . . no wait there is more . . . Mandarin, Bengali, Russian, Egyptian, Greek, Roman. I think that's it." He finally finished.

"Cool . . . "

"Anyways, Harry, we are almost there." Severus stopped the car and turned to face me. "Remember, you need to spy on Dumbledore, and try to get as much information as possible, okay?"

I nodded yes and said, "When will I see you?"

"Me? School of course. The rest I don't know yet. You'll have to wait for a meeting or gathering."

The Burrow

Dumbledore's P.O.V

"Severus? What are you doing here?" I asked with narrowed eyes. The man was not to be trusted anymore. Not in such dark days. Not when his Master is gaining power. Severus stared at me with blank eyes before he beckoned someone behind him. My eyes widened as Harry came into my view. Suspicion rose in my. What in the name of Merlin's beard is he doing here with Severus of all people? I thought frantically, but I kept my face disguised from all emotions.

"I have come to drop off Ha-Potter." He quickly corrected himself. My eyes trailed to Harry. Harry had suddenly taken sudden interest in the gnomes running around and hiding in the bushes.

"Very well, but will you please explain why Harry was with you? No offence professor, but I greatly doubt that Harry wouldn't be in a ten mild radius with you if his life counted on it."

"Well, that's one way to put it . . . " The green eyed boy muttered. Quietly, he walked over to the front door.

"I'll be inside with Ron and Hermione if you need me, okay?" The boy called over his shoulder.

"What were you doing with the boy, Severus?" I snarled. If the man had already seen through my mask with ease, what was the whole ruddy point of hiding in the shadows.

"Well, it's quiet simple. I saw him wandering about the streets with a hungry look on his face. i would've left him out there, but I doubt that the Wizarding World would be very happy to know that their Savior starved to death. I took him in, fed him, spare him some room or the night, gave him breakfast this morning, and now we are here. Simple as that, Albus."

"Severus, I am telling you this once and only once, stay away from the boy."

"So you could use him as a human shield? I think not! I know what you're up to. You're after The Necklace of Amorze. You don't care about the fate of the Wizarding World. You only care about your precious little arse. You're going to use Harry as your key to the Necklace. Well let me tell you this one thing, Albus, I will not stand aside and watch you use another brave person to save you! It's never for 'The Greater Good', it's always about you. It always has been!" I narrowed my eyes at his words.

"This will not only bring me bigger fame, but also the boy. We will both go down in History. With that Necklace we will rule the Wizarding World together. Make it a better place! Harry will-"

"Be dead. The Necklace of Amorze is more heavily guarded than a hundred Azkabans put together. You're going to make Harry shield you with his magic. You're going to fake to be sick, H-Potter's gonna feel sad and use up all of his magic. Eventually, when you pick up the stone, something terrible will happen. You're just going to say something about it being 'For The Greater Good' and poof away while Harry faces what he didn't deserve. you're a pathetic excuse of a man. You're no different than the Dark Lord. No, you're worse. He's crazy, but you're insane and twisted. He's a much better man than you-"

"And how would you know that, Severus? People change just like the years. It's been sixteen-seventeen years since you last actually spoke to Voldemort-"

"How dare you say his name like you think you know-"

"And you do? You know him? If I remember correctly, you are Light and have never spoken to him after those dark days." I caught him.

"Y-yes, b-but no one can s-surely change th-that m-much-"

"Yes, I caught you, did I not, Mister Snape?" I smirked triumphantly as the man's face went red and he stormed off.

I've been thinking . . . Should I make Ron-Bashing or not? Should I make him go over to the Dark side? Should he hate Harry? I don't want him to . . . but it's up to you, the readers! Please R&R! I have like more than 60 people having this on Alert, 45 on Favourite, and almost 2,000 views! Will you all be nice enough to comment on this chapter! Anyways, this chapter (well the last conversation) gives you an idea about what will happen later on in the story. You will all soon learn what The Necklace of Amorze is later on in the story!

Question:
adenoide
2010-12-28 . chapter 2
I don't understand how it's easy to rape Harry? He's not able to fight again his rapist.
Merry Christmas

Answer:
Well, as I looked back, I guess it was kind of confusing. Anyways, well, Did I Mention That Ginny Took Away His Wand, no? No? Well: Harry was defenseless, his arms were tied up, he had a someone sitting on him, and if he told her to get lost Ginny would go to Ron, tell him filthy lies about how he raped, and he would lose his only family and end up with the Dursleys for the rest of the summer. Get it? I want Ginny to be bad and Ron to be gullible.

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