He laid sprawled on the floor, robes soiled with the dirt of the floor. He quickly got up and cast a cleansing charm on his unsightly appearance before examining the area. It seemed like a muggle graveyard. If his deductions were right, and it was indeed Voldemort who was behind the whole thing, why in the name of Merlin was he in a muggle graveyard?

Harry could feel the crease deepening in between his brows when he suddenly felt a gush of magic in the air. He spun around sharply, staring at the approaching figure, green eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Harry Potter," the person said with a smirk, arms spread and blood red eyes shining with reflecting excitement.

Harry's face split into an impossibly bright, nearly psychotic grin.

Finally, he could see his blank, white canvas being filled with a striking colour like no other; red.

Chapter 5

"Harrison," Voldemort drawled as he walked around, circling Harry as he surveyed the boy. A slim, long finger reached out, fingernail scratching the frame of Harry's jaw, "You truly are the most intriguing boy I've ever came across."

"Boy? Could it be that you've met a girl who was even more interesting than I am?" Harry replied, in feign shock, looking scandalized.

Voldemort smirked in amusement before turning around, beckoning Harry, "Come, we do not have much time."

Despite the thick heavy black robe Voldemort, the man still managed to walk with a sort of fluidity and grace that Harry could only describe as mesmerizing.

Even more captivating was the magic that rolled off the man in thick waves.

Voldemort's appearance were by no means, handsome, by conventional standards; in fact, he merely seemed like a more humanoid version of the aberrant creature Harry saw in his first year. To Harry however, it simply enhanced the exotic nature of the dark lord. The older man was such an enigma to Harry; he was a puzzle Harry would die to get his hands on.

The Dark Lord led Harry into a dingy mansion that seemed deserted for decades. Harry was brought into a sitting room, where there was only one tattered sofa in front of a small fireplace. Voldemort eyed the moth-eaten sofa in disdain and transfigured it into a settee and sat down, motioning for Harry to sit next to him.

Multitudinous amounts of questions ran through Harry's mind as he sat by the Dark Lord. There were so many things he wanted to ask the Dark Lord. How did the man manage to regain his body? Had the philosopher's stone worked? Where had he been for the past four years? Why did the Dark Lord arrange for him to be brought here? Why were they alone? Where were they? What did the dark lord want from him? Why did he feel this way around the Dark Lord?

The Dark Lord smirked, as if he knew what Harry was thinking, and said, "Patience, child. I will indulge your curiosities in the near future but we have more important things at hand."

Harry nodded, well aware of the finite time the two had together.

"Four years ago, I fled Hogwarts with the Philosopher's stone in hand, thinking it would be that of which could grant me a body. However, I underestimated Dumbledore," Voldemort said, sneering at Dumbledore's name, "He had charmed the stone so that only the retriever could utilize it. Thus, I remained for another year, in the pathetic state I was in."

"However, Lady luck was shining on me. The little stunt Lucius decided to pull, helped me gained more power; this time, enough to consume the soul of that stuttering fool and completely posses his body. My magical core was fully repaired and my magic was as strong as it was before, but the useless vessel didn't have the capability to cast such powerful magic; I needed my old body," Voldemort continued.

"One of my most loyal followers returned to my side and aided me in my rebirth. His father had freed him from Azkaban to grant his wife's dying wish, and placed him under the Imperious. However, my mark nullifies the effects of the Imperious; after all, it was I who created that spell. He cast the Imperious on his father with the wand he stole from his unsuspecting father, having him resume life as per normal, and left in search for his Lord. I laid low after my rebirth, building up my forces and establishing new allies. I broke into Azkaban, releasing my faithful; I was incredibly busy throughout but there was one thing I always had one my mind," Voldemort said, red staring into emerald.

"You," the Dark Lord said as he caressed Harry's face.

The smooth tenor of his voice, the passionate look in the Dark Lord's eyes and the soft touch was more than enough to send blood rushing up his face, and a tingling, foreign feeling down his nether regions.

Suddenly, the heated look in Voldemort's eyes disappeared. He turned his head towards the direction they had came from, face breaking into a sadistic grin.

"Ah, our guest has arrived. Come," Voldemort said as he got up and headed back to the graveyard.

The walked silently along the muddy path back to the grim graveyard, where they saw a panicking figure. Harry's eyes widened in realization as they went closer.

Diggory.

The Triwizard Tournament Cup.

It didn't take long for Harry to piece everything together. The Dark Lord had already laid all the clues out for him, and piecing them together was no chore.

"Welcome, Hufflepuff, to the rebirth of Lord Voldemort," the Dark Lord announced, arms wide spread in mock welcome.

Cedric Diggory's eyes widened in realization and his wand shot up, but before he could cast a spell, the Dark Lord summoned his wand over, and snapped it in two.

"Tut-tut. That was horribly rude of you, don't you think so Harry?" Voldemort mocked in false disappointment as he slid an arm around the younger boy, pulling Harry next to him and into Diggory's view.

"H-Harrison?" Diggory gasped in shock.

Harry scowled at the uninvited use of his given name and snapped, "It is rather rude of you to use my first name without prior permission you know?"

Diggory's eyes widened further and Voldemort's grin grew even wider.

"Don't you think the boy deserves some punishment, my love? Perhaps a crucio would do him some good," Voldemort asked, turning to Harry and stroking the side of his face.

It wasn't a question, rather, it was a command. He took the wand offered by the older man and pointed it at Diggory who wore an expression of confusion.

"Crucio."

Shrieks of pain filled the graveyard as Diggory trashed on the floor in pain. Harry had never used a curse as dark as the cruciatus. It wasn't that he wasn't willing to, but he simply didn't have a suitable practice target, nor an undetectable place. The use of such a dark curse caused pleasure and adrenaline to gush throughout his body. Lost in the thrill of the unforgivable, Harry hardly paid attention to the arms wrapped around his waist, the warm body pressed against his lithe frame, the hardness that pressed into his hip and the warm breath hissing seductively into his ear.

Voldemort suddenly placed a hand over his raised arm, causing Harry to snap to realization. Harry spun around so quickly that he found himself face to face with the Dark Lord. Their eyes met. There was a short lived surprise that flashed in the Dark Lord's orbs, but it was quickly replaced with- arousal? He couldn't help but stare at the Dark Lord's lips, wondering how they would feel on his own. He mentally slapped himself for thinking such absurd things and took a step back, increasing the distance between them.

"As much as I enjoy seeing you torture, we do not have much time. After all, we still have a Dark Lord to raise and a showdown between the Boy-Who-Lived and said Dark Lord, no? Hm, this addition to our little party might have to be removed so we can carry out our plans without having someone babble though. What do you think Harrison?" Voldemort asked in mock consideration.

The message was clear; Kill Cedric Diggory.

Without batting an eyelash, Harry whispered the words.

"Avada Kedavra."

The panting, whimpering boy was suddenly silent and all movements ceased. Cedric Diggory was dead.

"It seems like poor Hufflepuff died before the Boy-Who-Lived could bring the both of them back," Voldemort sighed. Harry got the message; Voldemort wanted him to make it seem as if both he, and Diggory touched the cup at the same time which had them portkeyed to a graveyard where they witnessed the rebirth of the Dark Lord.

"Poor Harry, getting his blood taken for the rebirth and seeing his schoolmate die," Voldemort said as he bent down, sliding a knife along Harry's forearm, drawing blood. He then licked the wound, sensually lapping up the blood. Harry shuddered in pleasure of the warm muscles on his skin. Merlin, what was wrong with him? What was it about the older man that made him react in such ways?

"This is where we'll have to part, I'm afraid," the Dark Lord said as he straightened his knees, wiping the blood off his lips, "I will see you this summer."

The Dark Lord plucked his wand from Harry's grasp and pushed him onto the floor. Harry crouched on the grass, one arm slung around the corpse and another reached out to grab the cup.

The moment he felt the cool metal of the cup upon the tips of his fingers, the surroundings twirled until everything was a blur and all sounds disappeared.

Before they were brought back to Hogwarts however, Harry heard the Dark Lord's parting words.

"Farewell my love; soon."

With a thump, Harry fell hard.

He clung tight onto the dead body of Cedric Diggory, bursting out in tears and incoherent sobs. He saw Dumbledore rushing over and started chanting the words Voldemort like a mantra. Dumbledore pried him off Diggory and ushered him into his office. Dumbledore tried to coerce him into telling him about the happenings when his attempts of comfort didn't work. Harry simply kept crying in hysteria. The only things Dumbledore managed to coax out of the sobbing boy were "He's back", "Voldemort" and "He killed him" before the matron came rushing into the room and dragging him off to the infirmary.

They drugged him with potions, including a calming draught and sleepless dream, which he had no choice but to force down his throat. It didn't take more than a second before he felt his eyelids droop from the effects of the potions but before sleep managed to claim him, he broke into a shit-eating grin.

A/N: Really short chapter but I wanted to leave this for Harry and Voldemort's meeting only. In a way, this is like a teaser of their relationship etc haha.

Thanks to everyone who commented! It really motivates me (:

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"Dazzled:Amazing. Both the story line and your writing are amazing. I honestly
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Okay enough of my ADHD incidents and erm. yeah. /hides in a hole

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