Well, its been a long time between chapters again. Mainly because of school. It will probably only get worse for a little while, I have finals in two weeks. So this will probably be the last chapter for a while, unless I find some unexpected free time.

This chapter was fun to write, but I expect the next chapter will be even more fun to write. Voldemort is always fun to write.

I actually took the time to look at my follows and favorites, and holy crap, the number is over a thousand now. I never expected this fic to be read and liked by ten people, much less that many ,so this makes me happy. :) Thank you for reading and liking this, guys. It does mean a lot.

Enjoy :D

Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk in his office. It had been a few days since he had spoken to Severus, and he was thinking. The portraits of past Headmasters of Hogwarts on the walls were regarding him with worried eyes. The old man had his hands clasped together, as if in prayer, and his eyes were clouded with his thoughts. Yesterday, at the latest Wizengamot meeting, Tom had shown himself.

He had appeared looking like Dumbledore imagined a middle-aged Tom Riddle would have, if the man hadn't twisted himself with dark rituals. His hair was a wavy brown, his eyes hazel, his handsome features not diminished at all despite his aging. He had proclaimed himself as Lord Julius Nepos, of a magical family long thought dead. Lucius Malfoy himself had supported and verified this, and that had been enough for the Wizengamot to allow him the long vacant Nepos seats.

He had not introduced any legislation, but already Dumbledore could see many members of the Wizengamot being charmed by his honeyed words, delivered on a snake's tongue.

It had not helped that later that day, there had been a raid on Hestia Brown's family and house, ending with her and her family dead. The house had burned down, and the Aurors had declared the whole scene an accident. An accident! Fudge was a bumbling fool. Couldn't he see what was before his very nose? One of his Order of the Phoenix members was dead, along with her family, and it was an accident.

He sighed, morose. Everything was collapsing around him. He had no doubt that Tom, in all his restored sanity and intelligence, had quite a plan. Truly, Dumbledore did not know how to fight against him anymore. Without Harry it was not even possible to stop the man. What plans could he possible devise? To send anyone after the man would be as good as killing them.

He blinked out of his thoughtful daze when the wards attached to the gargoyle at his office door pinged. He checked the magical signature, and frowned, puzzled. Two unknown men waited patiently at the door, and apparently only one had a real magical signature. The other had no real magic to speak of. Why they were alone, at his office door, he did not know.

Briefly, he considered letting them remain without opening the door, but that thought was quickly dashed. It was two unknown men in his school. To let them remain unsupervised would be folly, as they very well could be threats to the students. No, he had to let them in, if only to keep them from the students until he was sure they did not mean the students harm. He allowed the gargoyle to slide aside, the door to his office opening.

He waited for them to come up the stairs, using the time to gather his thoughts. If the men proved threats, the teachers would have to be noted. He frowned then, realizing he did not have time to warn Minerva before the men reached the top of the stairs.

The door to his office opened quietly, and one man entered with another following. The first man was handsome, in a very otherworldly way. His hair was pitch black, and fell down to just above his shoulders. His skin was pale, and his eyes were very unsettling. They were a very vivid red. The other man looked much like the other, although he was slightly smaller in stature, and his eyes were a vivid, ethereal green. It was immediately obvious that neither were human. What they were, he did not know, and this worried him, as he had thought he knew the vast majority of magical creatures.

The red-eyed one speaks first, his voice smooth as silk. "Albus Dumbledore," his voice has a mocking tinge to it, causing Dumbledore to narrow his eyes slightly. "This meeting has certainly been a long time coming. Perhaps more eagerly awaited on your side…" He adopts a mock thoughtful look, and Dumbledore already wants to snap. This man is remarkably good at getting through his self-control.

"I can assure you that there is nothing about this meeting I have 'awaited.'" His voice is clipped, and he nearly winces. That had come out sharper than intended. The man is good at getting through his self-control, indeed.

"Oh, I certainly beg to differ." The man smirks, and Dumbledore is left with the uncomfortable feeling that he knows something Dumbledore doesn't. Something he should know.

He gathers himself, reminded again that these men are potential threats, and it is looking more and more likely by each word uttered that this will end in a fight. "Who are you? Why have you come to speak with me?"

The man's smirk doesn't falter, and there is a definite feeling of foreboding creeping up Dumbledore's spine. "I am Sebastian Michaelis." He glances over at his companion, and a playful gleam enters his eyes. The other man rolls his eyes, then says, "I would have thought you would recognize me, but perhaps I have changed more than I really thought."

Dumbledore stares at him, shock shooting through him. He can't possibly be Harry Potter? Yet now that the man has claimed he is Harry, the resemblance between he and the Harry that Dumbledore had last seen is obvious. The eyes, the hair, the build. Whatever happened to the boy, though, must have been spectacular to produce this man.

"Harry?" he whispers, his eyes wide with shock. The man, no, Harry, smiles, but it is a slow and terrifying thing, all teeth and darkness.

"Hello, Dumbledore," he says, his eyes gleaming. "It has taken quite a while to get here, but here I am. You don't seem very pleased to see me? Is something the matter?" His voice was slick, with an obvious mocking edge to it.

Dumbledore sat back in his chair, attempting to reconcile this man with the boy he had known. It saddened him to think of what Harry might have gone through to make him like this. "Harry," he whispered, "what happened to you? I have been looking for you for years, and yet I could never find you. Don't tell me this man kidnapped you?" His eyes flicked to Sebastian, obvious distrust visible in his face.

Harry laughed, sending a shiver down Dumbledore's spine. "Of course not." He sat in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. "As for what has happened to me, many things. I'm afraid you'll have to specify what you mean."

Dumbledore frowned, peering over his half-moon spectacles to scrutinize Harry. "You disappeared, Harry. I have only been talking to you for a few moments, and it is plain that you are a different man, now. Surely something has made you this way."

Harry was quiet for a moment, his ethereal green eyes drilling holes with their very gaze into Dumbledore's very self. "Very well," he said then, "I will tell you once Voldemort is gone."

Dumbledore shook his head, opening his mouth to protest, when Harry, for the first time since entering Dumbledore's office, softened. Harry looked at him beseechingly. "Please," he asked quietly, and Dumbledore closed his mouth.

Reluctantly, he nodded, but was reassured by the moment of openness. "You must come with me, Harry. I must call a meeting of the Order. With you here, we will need to completely change our strategy. Now, we have a chance." Harry nodded, and Dumbledore strode to the floo, grabbing some powder. He looked back at Harry, eyes twinkling. "Everyone will be happy to see you again. Your family has missed you, Harry." That said, he threw the floo powder into the flames and stepped in, calling out the address for the Order headquarters. Both Harry and Sebastian quickly followed.

As Harry stepped through the fireplace in Grimmauld Place, he noticed that the place had not changed at all. There was still a heavy sense of dark magic permeating the very air.

Dumbledore led him and Sebastian to the kitchen, where he saw many people were congregating at the dinner table, eating dinner and talking. Most grew quiet with the entrance of Dumbledore, and once they caught sight of Harry there was absolute silence. "My friends," Dumbledore said jovially, "today is truly a momentous occasion. Harry has come back to us."

Suddenly there was a sob, and Hermione Granger threw herself into Harry's arms, squeezing him into a tight hug that, if he had been human, would have constricted his airway. He instantly stiffened, not liking the physical contact from someone that was not his mate or his meal. "Harry," she cried, "I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried. We all thought you were dead!"

Harry glared at Sebastian, who was smiling in amusement. He attempted to pry the girl off of him, but she was determined to hold on, continuing to clutch him tightly. He narrowed his eyes, about to snap and yank her off with his full strength, when she finally leaned back and released him. She looked momentarily embarrassed with her outburst, and stared at her feet, hiding her tearstained face under a curtain of hair. Harry ignored her, instead choosing to look at the other members of the Order who were present.

They all looked shell shocked, and he fought a satisfied smirk. It was satisfying in a unique way to shock so many people with his very presence in one day. Seemingly having gotten over her shock, Molly Weasley suddenly launched herself out of her chair, a delighted smile on her face. "Harry!" She held out her arms, as if expecting him to run into the arms of a long lost mother, and he fought not to roll his eyes. Instead he stared at her impassively, making his ambivalence to all of them rather evident.

He swept his eyes over all of them, and said, "You all seem to be under the impression that you are long lost family to me. I assure you that is not true. I would prefer of you would keep your hands to yourself. I am here with only the purpose to destroy Voldemort with your assistance, and then I will be gone once again with Sebastian." Most of them startled, finally noticing that there was actually another man in the room.

"Harry," Molly cried, "how can you say that? We are your family! You have been like a son to me since Ronald introduced us-"

"It is one sided," Harry said flatly. "Of that you can be sure." He turned to Dumbledore. "I assume I can stay in my old room, or is it taken?"

Dumbledore look unsure, but nodded hesitantly. "You may stay in Sirius' old room." Harry nodded, and strode from the room. He noted immediately that Sebastian did not follow him, and smirked in amusement. It seemed Sebastian was ready for his own play.

Sebastian refrained from chuckling when he saw the bewildered looks most were sending him. It was obvious that no one knew what to make of him, the completely unknown man who had been with Harry when they had not. He smoothly sat at the table, gracefully reclining, his gaze sweeping over all of the people present.

These were the people who had asked a young boy to win a war for them. They may not have been considered bad people by most, in fact, most were good people with strong morals. Most seemed to genuinely care for Harry. Yet they had asked a child to fight and win a war for them. Prophecy or no prophecy, the very idea was idiotic. Who based their livelihood, their world, on a young boy? They would pay for this foolishness. He and Harry would see to that.

Dumbledore was the first to speak. "Who are you to him?" Sebastian focused his gaze on Dumbledore, who met the ruby eyes evenly, refusing to be cowed.

Sebastian shrugged elegantly, replying, "Our relationship is rather simple. I am his husband."

His eyes sparkled in amusement at the complete silence combined with shocked looks this declaration received. Oh, how he enjoyed playing with these mortals. The best part was that it was true. While he and Harry had not gotten married in any kind of ceremony, they were mates, which was in actuality a much more secure form of marriage between demons.

Finally Dumbledore seemed to reacquire his ability to speak coherently, and he exclaimed, "His husband! How did that even happen? Surely you are just joking?"

Sebastian met this statement with a frosty look. "Of course not. I would never joke of such a thing."

Molly interjected, "How old are you? Did you force him? Have you hurt him!?" She seemed ready to go into all-out mother bear mode.

Sebastian turned to look at her, his frosty glare turning truly chilling. "Never imply that I would hurt Harry!" he snapped. He stood, and swept his now ice cold gaze on all present. "Since we are on the subject of Harry, I will tell you all now. I protect my own, and Harry is mine. You will do well to remember that." With those words, he strode out of the room.

Dumbledore watched Sebastian's exit, his eyes troubled. Arthur looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed. "Albus, surely you aren't going to allow this."

Dumbledore shot him a slightly reproaching look. "If Harry is happy with him, who are we to intervene, Arthur? I played God with Harry once before, taking him to the Dursleys when Lily and James made it clear in their will that Harry was never to go there, and with Minerva warning me of what type of people they were. I forced the boy to stay with them, even when he tried to tell me of what they did to him. No, if he has happiness with Sebastian, I will not try to stop them from being together. And none of you will either." He looked at each Order member individually, his tone final.

They all murmured their agreement, although most still looked uneasy. Molly spoke up, "But Albus, we do not know him. We don't know his intentions, we don't know how they met, and we know nothing! For all we know he could have forced Harry into this marriage! I mean, look at Harry. He is so different. Could it be this Sebastian took Harry in the first place?"

Dumbledore was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before replying, "We do not know. As of now, we do know nothing. And that is precisely why I will not interfere. I fear interfering now will only alienate Harry further. For all we know, they could have a perfectly loving relationship. It certainly appears that the man is protective of Harry. No, we will not turn into manipulators who ignore Harry's happiness."

The others did not look happy, but they agreed.

Harry and Sebastian had been staying with the Order for a week when they decided it was time to approach Voldemort. They left quietly, easily slipping out the front door in the middle of the night.

It had been a simple matter of taking a low level Death Eater and then terrifying him enough to tell them of Voldemort's location, which turned out to be a manor in Little Hangleton. They hadn't bothered to try to get more information out of the man. He was a foot soldier, only used as fodder to throw at the Order to keep them busy. He wouldn't know much other than where to apparate to get to Death Eater meetings.

They used to the floo to get to the closest floo to where the manor was, then ran there as quickly as they could. They arrived at the gates quickly, where they both paused. "We could just kill him now," Sebastian said, and Harry could not tell if he truly wanted to or not.

Harry shook his head. "No. We kill him later, after destroying everything he has ever worked for slowly and as painfully for him as possible."

Sebastian smiled, saying, "Of course."

The gate was locked, so they simply climbed over it. They both started walking through the manor, using their innate abilities to blend into shadows and remain unseen to the human eye to keep from being noticed by the few Death Eaters walking the halls of the manor. It did not take long to find the Dark Lord's rooms, as all they needed to do was follow the scent of his soul, a patchworked thing.

They quietly opened the door to his rooms, eyes falling on the sleeping figure of the Dark Lord. He and Sebastian approached the bed, Harry surprised by the changed features. Where before there had been bald skin, was now a full head of brown wavy hair. Where before had been pale bluish-green skin, there was now pale white. Where before there had been nostril slits and a lipless mouth, was now an aristocratic nose with full lips. Harry had to admit, the man was rather handsome.

Harry took a moment to think of how they might wake Voldemort up without him trying to kill them, and quickly threw that idea away. Voldemort would try to kill them no matter what they did in this conversation. Inwardly he shrugged, and flicked a wandless enervate at the sleeping man.

Said man woke up instantly, freezing upon seeing the two unknown men watching him with eerily glowing eyes in the darkness.

The man with green eyes smiled, the smile sending a strange bolt of fear down Voldemort's spine. "Hello, Tom," the man purred. "It has been a while."

I understand that most of you hate me right now. That's fine, I kind of did a cliffy on purpose. I haven't actually done one before now, so I thought I'd try it out.

Note: I really hate when people write 'dark' Harry, and then make Dumbledore and the light the evil ones. Its only really evil when you do the bad stuff for the fun of it.