Ah, one of my favourite chapters ^.^
The one that contains the hot sceneof which literally 68 people asked me to write it…

Enjoy!


"Please, come in." the man said, and made a welcoming gesture with his hand. "I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Indeed… would you know the time?"

"It is around ten, I believe."

"Good. Then I know how long it will take to fly back." Marvolo said, grasping Harry's hand, guiding him towards the castle.

Stryker regarded him with curiousity as he entered the castle, and he was surprised by how light the interior was in comparison to the outside. The stone was as dark as on the outside walls, but the cream carpets and colourful banners and paintings everywhere created a whole other atmosphere altogether.

"Would you like something to drink?" the man asked in a pleasant voice.

"Some wine would be nice."

"Tea." Harry managed to utter.

"Good, good. Maylene!" A door opened and, to Harry's surprise, a maid entered. He had never heard of wizards who had any servants other than house-elves, but he thought it a nice change. Hermione would probably do a victory dance if she knew. "Bring some wine and tea to the second living room."

Second… why are all the people I have associated with lately so damned rich? Harry thought. Not that he didn't have his fair share of fortune as well, but still.

They were led to a cozy room, where a fire merrily crackled in front of a table and a set of soft couches. Harry brushed some hair out of his eyes while he sat down, and quirked an eyebrow when he looked up to the stunned face of the man.

"By Salazar… Harry Potter?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Nice to meet you." Harry said, and held his hand out to the man. Stryker gave his hand a rather perplexed stare, and then looked up to Marvolo, who merely sat there with an amused smirk.

"You converted Harry Potter to the Dark side? I thought he was a Dumble-dog?"

"Not anymore. I was though." Harry said, scrunching his nose. "Well, I never got to hear the story of the other side. What Dumbledore tells everyone on the Light is just a bunch of crap."

"I didn't really have to do much to convince him." Marvolo said. "And I think proper introductions are in order here, by the way. Harry, this is Stryker Opacus. He deals in dark magical artifacts on the Dark Market. Borgin and Burkes for example, is one of his clients."

"Hmm, I think the Twins will be interested in meeting him once. Or perhaps they even already know of him. They do know their ways around the black market, apparently." Harry grinned.

"But I deal in the Dark market, not black. The black market is an illegal circuit run by both Light and Dark magicians." Stryker corrected.

"Indeed. Stryker, this is, obviously, Harry Potter. He… helps me."

It was clear that the blonde was a servant of Marvolo -even though he also seemed to be a bit more than just another follower- because he did not question the vague statement. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully, accepting it as the truth instantly. They were interrupted as the drinks were served, and slowly, Harry leaned back into the comfortable couch, relaxing, while Stryker and Marvolo engaged in some small talk about business. At one point, his lover left for the bathroom, and an uncomfortable silence crept into the room.

"You're a death eater?" Stryker asked awkwardly.

"No. Are you?" Harry replied, mildly interested.

"Yes." The man said, and rolled up his left sleeve to show the dark mark.

"I haven't seen you during meetings."

"I tend to stay in the background. I have enough enemies as it is." Stryker grimaced.

"Why yes, I can imagine." Harry smirked as the tension faded away again. "What is your job exactly? Collecting those objects or just buying them from others and re-selling them?"

"The first. I'm not one to sit on my butt and do nothing all day. Today, for example, I went to Africa. I found this amazing mask… whoever puts it on becomes possessed by a dark spirit and commits the most gruesome crimes. Quite fantastic if you hate someone and want to imprison them. You just make your own evidence…"

Harry suddenly got a vision of a mad cackling Dumbledore, bloody knife in the hand and with a wooden mask over the old man's face. Surprised, he looked up, for he was sure that that particular image was no concoction of his own mind. Marvolo entered the room again and just looked at him with a blank face, but a wave of amusement flooded through his mind.

He got a headache from this mind-link.

"It is getting quite late. I believe it best if we retire for the night." Marvolo said.

"Of course. I'll show you your rooms." The Dark Lord merely smirked at the plural form and arched an eyebrow at Harry, as if daring him to speak up, but the teen just pressed his lips tightly together, a challenging spark in his eyes, which lost its impressiveness when Harry yawned and then blushed. Marvolo quite obviously stifled a chuckle behind his hand and followed Stryker. They were led upstairs and through a grand corridor. They stopped in front of large doors made of light wood. "I trust that you want to spend the night in your usual guest room, Lord Voldemort?"

"You assume correctly. Well, I think we will be gone before you are up, so I suppose we'll have to part now."

"I hope the stay here pleased you, Lord Voldemort. Come Mr Potter, I will show you your room now."

"That won't be necessary." Marvolo interrupted, and Harry felt two arms wrapping around him from behind. The teen didn't know whether to be annoyed at the smug, possessive tone, or amused when Stryker's eyes comically widened for a moment.

"Of... of course." He stuttered, taken aback a bit. "Good… good night." He muttered. The cheeks of the man flushed a bit, and he walked away with as much dignity as he could.

When they were alone, Harry turned and gave Marvolo a half-hearted glare. "You've been waiting all evening for that, haven't you?"

"Perhaps." The man commented airily, and Harry shook his head, chuckled, and walked past his lover. He blinked when entering the bedroom they had been appointed. It was large, about twice as large as the one at home, and that one wasn't exactly small either. "Perfect." He heard a voice beside him, and he looked up to his lover, raising an eyebrow.

"Kind of spacey."

Marvolo just hummed in agreement and stepped in. Having almost forgotten about what had happened when they had come here, Harry was mostly relaxed now, and he appreciatively watched Marvolo's body while more and more skin was exposed as the man undressed. When nothing but black underwear was left, the man sat on the bed, gazing at Harry with a frown.

"What?" the teen asked while undressing himself.

"Come here." Marvolo murmured, and Harry obeyed, letting himself be pulled on Marvolo's lap. "Harry… does it trouble you? What I did… outside?"

"I…" Well, he certainly hadn't expected it to be said out aloud so boldly. "I think that I was more… well, more bothered because I... uh, l… liked it so much." He looked down at his hands, blushing heavily as the words rushed out. A long silence fell, until Harry had the nerve to look up, and saw that Marvolo was rather stunned, till his expression morphed into a small smirk.

"You liked it?"

"I… well, yeah. No matter how you look, you're always rather... attractive. It was strange though." The blush was now undoubtedly spreading on his face. Harry thought it was a kind of awkward subject to speak of.

"So… you wouldn't mind… doing that again?"

Now it was Harry time to look stunned at hearing the strange, hopeful, almost begging tone. "You really want it badly, don't you?" he said, and smiled apologetically when receiving a glare. – which kind of failed anyways, since beneath that glare, Harry could see his lover's insecurity, and he wondered what caused it. He'd never really seen Marvolo insecure about anything, especially not when talking to Harry.-

"Like I told you, when becoming an animal, one's mind also gets animalistic traits. It was just… you smelled too delicious to resist. And I am in heat." The man admitted, and the teen didn't know whether to be flattered or uneasy.

"You were in heat?"

"Am." Marvolo corrected, and before Harry could process what was happening, he was pushed down on the bed. The protest he'd wanted to utter was lost when his mouth was ravished.

- Warning: bestiality lemon :P -

"Morph back." He gasped, pushing his embarrassment aside.

Smooth skin turned into scales beneath his fingers, and white became black. The only thing that remained the same were those red eyes that intensely stared into his. Harry sat up as he felt Marvolo retreat, but then realised that he only did that because the bed would surely break because of the weight. With legs that trembled in anticipation, he got up and approached the crouched down dragon. He followed the slow, flicking movement of the tail with his eyes as he undressed himself further. A low growl came from his lover's throat, and excitement took his last worries away. Harry licked his lips and reached out his hand so it rested at the side of Marvolo's head. His breath turned ragged as he pressed his lips to the dragon's neb, and the long, black, forked tongue invaded his mouth. He did his best trying to get accustomed to it, and was surprised himself by how easy and natural this felt. Marvolo pulled away and slowly circled around the teen with a lust-filled gaze.

Harry just closed his eyes and moaned as a waft of burning air rolled over the skin of his back. He felt like he was on fire already, and the smooth tail that wrapped itself around his trembling right leg didn't help much to quell that fire. Black scales chafed him, leaving faint lines all over his body, marking him. He wondered how far this would go. How far this could go. He guessed he'd see and let Marvolo take control. A heavy head rubbed against his back and a wet tongue dragged across the skin, slowly trailing down. Harry breathing hitched and unaware, he spread his legs a bit more and leaned over, placing his hands against Marvolo's side, which was still in front of him. It was a very strange experience, to be completely surrounded, but it was a very comforting feeling.

He released a long, guttural moan when, after the necessary whispered spells, a fiery hot tongue slid inside of him. He left dignity for what it was and sagged against Marvolo, curling his hands around the spikes on the top of the large, slender body to keep himself steady, for his legs gave out under him. The large tongue pushed further inside, filling him almost as much as normally Marvolo's cock would. A large plus to this however, was that it moved in the most amazing ways, lapping his insides, wiggling deeper, pushing deeper, curling upwards when it was least expected.

"Marvolo…" Harry almost sobbed, grinding his erection against the rough side of his lover, completely pressing against him, while the tongue inside him never ceased to work its magic. Suddenly, Marvolo drew back, sliding out completely, and Harry cried out loudly at the feeling, pushing his ass back, begging to be filled again, and after a second, Marvolo complied, this time plunging in with one, long slide. Hot breaths on Harry's cheeks had him sweating while he was assaulted in a much rougher pace than before. He gasped for breath, but it was constantly cut off with every movement inside of him. His lover growled, and the rumble sent vibrations through him that had him throw his head back.

"Ah..n.. please, please, I need more. Ah, AH! Yes, more, more…" he cried, but just as he reached the point where he almost broke down, Marvolo drew back again, this time completely, and Harry crumpled to the ground, gasping, his pucker throbbing fiercely, clenching and relaxing again. He shuddered violently, and looked up to the black form in front of him with hazy eyes. He knew that it would be useless to beg again, and also that it was selfish of him, but Merlin, he needed more, and it was just cruel that Marvolo had pulled away when Harry was seconds away from coming. Still, arguing would only prolong this, so he did what he could, crawled towards the dragon and began to stroke the belly and inside of his lover's legs.

Harry smirked when he immediately got a reaction, and a mixture of desperate groans and growls filled with lust filled the room. He blushed heavily when catching sight of the black, pulsing member that hung in between the hind legs. He roughly guessed it to be about as thick as his own thigh, and a bit less than two feet long. He gulped and experimentally took hold of it, pumping the skin. He was rewarded with a breathy wheeze. The skin was strange. If anything, he could probably compare it with an elephant's skin, only black and less rough. There were a few scales at the base, but generally, it was just skin. He lapped at the dark tip, which held a slight purple hue, and quickly pulled away when Marvolo tried to push into his mouth.

"Hold still please, or I will choke." He smirked, and his grin widened when a hiss indicated that his lover was not pleased by that statement.

Then hurry up and suck me already. I do not have the patience for this. Marvolo growled in his mind, and Harry quickly obliged. He quickly found out the the slit was just wide enough for him to slowly push his tongue in, with which he drove Marvolo wild a few times. He placed wet, openmouthed kissed all over the head, while rubbing the shaft with both of his hands. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and let one hand drift to his own, painfully straining cock. Breathing heavily through his nose, he moved his head further forward, sucking at the spot between the base of the large cock and the heavy sacks. His hand moved faster, and he closed his eyes again in bliss. Almost… almost…

He whined in frustration when in a flash, he was thrown onto his back by a strong leg, and the sharp, black nails of Marvolo's hind paw dangerously scraped against his chest as he wriggled underneath it, trying to break free.

Did I tell you you were allowed to pleasure yourself? he heard, a husky whisper in his mind.

"Let me go."

~No, I don't think I will. Actually, I think I like you just where you are, although perhaps in a different position…~ Marvolo hissed, and the paw was removed, only to be replaced by a front paw in a blink of an eye. The dragon had scrambled backwards so he was now on eye level with his young lover. ~I want to take you.~ Marvolo breathed, and Harry looked up in alarm.

"Like this?" he squeaked, peering at the impossibly large…

~Of course not like this, silly child. I would rip you open, and I have no desire to ever engage in necrophilia.~ The dragon hissed in an annoyed voice. ~Still, I suppose I will have to restrain myself a bit longer…~ he mused, probably more to himself then to Harry.

"What do you- Ah!" He was taken by surprise when a long, slender nail sank into his slit. It stung and burned, but oh, did it feel good…

~Now, do you have any idea what you did to me with that daring little tongue of yours?~

Harry wasn't exactly in the right state to answer, and instead moaned, his eyes rolling back and his back arching off the floor. The nail slid in and out, and then suddenly went deeper than before, hitting a spot that Harry had only thought could be found when he was being pounded into from behind. And of course, he was left hanging again when he was on the brink of getting his satisfaction.

"You evil man." He muttered, trembling all over. Marvolo merely smirked as well as he could as a dragon and bend forward once again, kissing him feverishly, careful not to touch Harry's lips with his sharp teeth. Slowly, the tongue transformed, shrinking. The two tips became one again, and finally, Harry could swing his arms around his lover's neck and pull the man on top of him. "Please." He simply breathed, spreading his legs. Hands gripped his hips, pulling him upward, and while a mouth latched onto a sensitive spot at the side of his nape, he was entered with a swift thrust. Cold arms enveloped him in a crushing hug, and their gasps became feverish as they both reached their bliss.

Afterwards, they were both just about awake enough to drag themselves onto the bed, and Harry curled up into Marvolo's embrace, snuggling up to him. The man tenderly kissed his sweaty brow and pulled the covers over them both, humming a soft lullaby until the teen was sound asleep.


Nonchalantly, Sameer looked around as he was lead towards the Great Hall. He had never set foot in the castle before, and it wasn't similar at all to his old school in Saudi Arabia. Of course, that had only been primary school for magicians. He knew the secondary school was much grander there. Alas, he'd never been able to attend it. It all seemed so cold to him here though. The flickering candles didn't help much. He really wondered why so many people spoke of this as 'home'. The doors of the hall swung open, and he gazed at the room with more appreciation. Thousands of candles floated above four tables, where hundreds of students were eating and chattering. He straightened his shoulders when he walked inside, although he knew that it wouldn't be much trouble for him to gain the respect of these children. He'd never really had problems with gaining respect… Indeed, they fell silent when he entered. Some instantly began to whisper among themselves, some just gawked. He tried not to look too intimidating, but he probably failed at that. The headmaster rose from his chair and smiled at him. If he would not have spent years analyzing people, he'd probably would have though it sincere, but now he knew better. The man was just glad that he gained a potential strong asset.

"Welcome, welcome. How splendid that you could come so soon. Everyone, this is professor Atiyeh. He will be teaching you Defense this year. I hope you will learn much from him. In these dark times, a good teacher is everything." He said, and sat down again. It was outrageous that even now, he was spouting propaganda. A magic school was supposed to be neutral, damn it. Sameer swallowed his anger though, and also sat down on the teachers table, next to Snape, who gave him a meaningful look. He didn't know how much he could trust the man, but nodded nonetheless before letting his eyes wander over the house tables, finally stopping at the sight of Harry Potter. Haunting green eyes bored into his, and he got the idea that this was not fully the same boy whom he had met before, at the Death Eater meeting. He had lost some of his innocence and naivety, and had a harsh expression. He looked forward to teaching the child.


The only reason he didn't hit the stone floor was because of a pair of arms that caught him just before he fell. Fred looked up and blushed when his brother pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Ready Fred?"

Fred sighed and looked around. They were in a dark hall, in front of two large oak doors with silver snake ornaments on it. There was no mistake as to where they were. He swallowed, but nodded. "Of course I am ready. We've been waiting for this for some time."

"Do you think we'll be marked already?" The other boy mused, and Fred huffed.

"Do you really think there's even a slight chance that we would be able to walk away without a mark? Besides, that's what we wanted, right? To become Death Eaters?"

"Mom's gonna flip though, should she ever see it." George snickered.

"Yeah. Better-"
"Learn some hiding charms."
"Good idea for when we have a shop."
"Wristbands who cover up any marks, tattoo's or piercings!"
"I was thinking just the same thing… but first…"
"Let's face the Dark Lord!" They finished in unison, and shared trademark grins.

"After you, Georgie." Fred said.
"No, after you."
"Together?"
"Ya bet."

They pushed the doors open, their minds swirling with all kinds of emotions, from anticipation to a slight hint of fear. While they knew that the Dark had good, realistic goals, the Dark Lord was not exactly the nicest person on earth, they knew as much. Although meeting the one they had grown up to fear also held a certain appeal. Or it did in their twisted minds.

The flickering flames of candles threw long, eerie shadows on the stone walls and on the long rectangular mahogany table in the middle. Only two persons were sitting at it. On the head of the table was, without any doubt, the Dark Lord Voldemort, and Fred unconsciously wavered in his step when his eyes met those of the man, which gleamed with a clearly visible red. Even in the dark room and from such a distance, those eyes seemed to light up with their haunting blood colour. Tearing his gaze away, Fred looked at the other person, a small figure, wrapped in a long black cloak that covered nearly all of him, including his face. Still, he didn't think there was any doubt as to who it was.

Not knowing what to do exactly, they both sank to their knees. A dark chuckle broke the silence, and strange, hissing words filled the room, answered in the same language by the other person. Harry. They had been surprised when the boy had walked up to them after breakfast and started talking about some trivial things like Quidditch, but then a note and a small trinket had been pushed into Fred's hand, and Harry had quietly whispered: "When you decide, it's final. If you're not absolutely sure, then burn this paper and return the other thing to me." On which George had replied that they had made their decision quite some time ago.

"Sit down." Voldemort commanded, yet his voice held a light tone that didn't sound as threatening as Fred had expected. He rose to his feet and grabbed the nearest chair, making sure that there was at least one empty chair in between himself and the Dark Lord. He noticed that George's hand, which lay next to his at the wood of the table, trembled lightly, but he resisted the urge to grab it, not knowing how much affection he could show here. The problem was that their knowledge of the Dark Lord had been gained through two sources. What they had heard from when they were still little children from their parents –who, in turn, had it from Dumbledore-, and what they had been told by various people on the dark side. While those two stories had not matched at all on most points, the stories that portrayed the Dark Lord as a human being with feelings were so rare that Fred didn't know how much value he could set on those.

Suddenly, his brother screamed, and Fred looked at him, alarmed, only to see him staring at the Dark Lord with wide eyes, a vague haze over them. He sprung to his feet, but a voice called out to him, and he froze.

"Stop." Harry said, and Fred agitatedly looked back and forth between the still screaming George, Harry, and the Dark Lord, who held an expression of utter concentration, never looking away from George. When finally, he did, the screaming was abruptly cut off, and his brother sagged in his chair, folding his arms over his chest in a protective gesture. Sweat covered his skin and his breathing was shallow.

"What did you do? What did you do to him?" Fred asked, frightened.

"The same I will now do to you." Voldemort calmly said, but then he looked at Harry, who had grabbed one of the Dark Lord's long sleeves.

"Don't. Please. They practically share a mind, it's not necessary." Harry whispered.

"Fine." Voldemort conceded, and Fred blinked, shocked by how quickly the Dark Lord gave in. "As for your question: I skipped through his every memory and stripped his mind down until his core, his soul, was bare to me, and with it, every dark desire of his heart."

Fred tried to swallow, but noticed that his throat was constricted, and with concern, he looked over to his twin, who was still struggling for breath.

"George?" he whispered, and got a weak smile in return.

"I'm fine." George managed to utter, although Fred wasn't fooled for even a second.

"Well, now I know you spoke the truth when you contacted Harry, and that you are sincere in coming here, sincere in wanting to participate in this war… on the winning side, this time. You know what you are getting into, you know how I work, and on top of that, you two are great inventors. Now, for that last point: I can get you all the ingredients you ask for. I want you to come up with certain items when I ask for it. You have never failed to invent something once you had an idea. I need that. That cleverness, and also that determination. You will, of course, be paid."

"Well, only for the stuff you invent that we can use." Harry said. "Not for Death Eater work or your own inventions."

"Precisely. Any questions?"

"Uh…" Fred said, speechless for a moment. He'd prepared himself for some sort of interview. Answering on questions when asked to, explaining their motives, trying to convince the Dark lord that they were really on his side. Not… this. He thought about questions for a bit, unconsciously biting on his thumb nail. "Where will be of use to you? I don't suppose it is convenient if we remain at Hogwarts. We don't mind quitting school, actually."

"Yes, I know." Voldemort answered without emotion.

Creep. Fred thought, once again checking on George, who had regained his composure, although he still trembled heavily.

"There is an empty, rather large building in Diagon Alley. Set up your shop there. You can do what you always wanted and you will be right where I need you. Harry will not remain at Hogwarts for much longer. I want you to come with him when he goes away."

"Uhm, won't the Order become suspicious of us then?"George asked with a frown. "Or Harry, for that matter."

"I have everything prepared to escalate this war, and I don't see why I should wait any longer."

Stunned, Fred stared at the Dark lord. War? Already? It was so unreal. The war would break out in weeks? "Then… I suppose we have to get to work very soon." He finally said.

"Come here." Voldemort hissed, drawing his wand, which he held loosely in his pale, bony fingers. Both of them got up and stood in front of the man. "Your arms." he commanded, and pointed his wand at Fred's bare skin. "Morsmordre." Fred had to grit his teeth to prevent screaming when his arm felt as if it was set aflame, and a dark, inky substance spread on it until it took the form of a snake and a skull. When the wand was removed, his arm fell limply to his side, throbbing with pain. Seconds later, a similar mark appeared on George's forearm. They were marked now, bound to the Dark Side, to the Dark Lord, ready to lay down their very lives to protect those on their side.

XXx

Marvolo breathed out in relief, finally able to relax. Weasley followers… he'd never have thought the day would actually come. He supposed he'd been a bit harsh to Harry's friends, but he didn't particularly care for their feelings. Still, he didn't wish his lover to feel troubled, so he gave the Twins the shock of their lives by asking them to stay for tea in his most menacing voice. He ignored the warning jab at his side and the humoured glare Harry threw him.

~Give them a rest, Marvolo.~

~They need to know what they can expect. I can't have crying boys on the battlefield. Now, I can be sure that they are worthy. He hissed.

~I really wonder why everyone is so afraid of you. I mean, the only times when you are sadistic towards your followers is during the initiation and when they misbehave or fail. The general Death Eater meetings were rather cheerful.

~I have found out long ago that to be constantly feared among your ranks is not as big of a plus as I thought before.~

~Wow, so miracles do happen.~ Harry smirked, earning himself a glare.

~Brat.~

~Old man.~

~I did not get the idea that you minded.~

~Neither did I think that you minded loving a 'brat'.~

Marvolo grunted something and released a suffering sigh when the teen's smirk widened. Knowing that he couldn't win the argument, he sneered at the two Weasleys, feeling a childish smugness when they both looked very afraid.

"So, let's get down to business." He said when a house-elf had brought all of them tea. He automatically checked it on poison and sipped at it when the result was negative. "You were strong enough to break the spells Dumbledore placed on you. Do you think you are strong enough to break those of someone else?"

"Someone else?" Fred asked. "That depends on who."

"Miss Granger and your brother, Ron Weasley. It would be too suspicious for me to walk up to them and have a private conversation." George choked at the idea and Fred had to pat his back to ensure his brother got air again.

"Well yes, I think that would be… a bit odd." The teen finally said when he could speak again.

"Not as odd as you think. I have spoken to them before, although they obviously did not know who they spoke to. I got the chance to glance into their minds and saw webs of spells there."

"Wait, what?" Harry threw in. "You didn't tell me!"

"I didn't?" he asked, frowning. He honestly thought that he had told Harry, but when seeing the accusing look, he realised he had forgotten to do so. ~I'm sorry, it must have slipped my mind.~ He hissed softly. ~It was not intentional.~ Harry relaxed a bit, but now became worried.

"What kind of spells?"

"Miss Granger especially to keep her loyal to Dumbledore and not get the chance to obelize him. There was also a spell that suppressed her natural urge to find out everything about every subject, making her wary of dark knowledge. Concerning Mr Weasley, there was a very strange spell… to make him jealous of your fame and glory. I think Dumbledore intended for him to turn against you someday. I do not know the reasoning behind that. There were also some memory-altering spells and of course, loyalty charms."

"Memory-altering?"

"Yes. They are stronger than obliviation spells, where people know that they are missing something, but don't know what. When another, false memory has replaced the real one, the victim won't know that something is wrong, and will also not search for ways to break the spell. It is very advanced magic, and I realise that you" he gestured to the twins "Will not be able to do so. I ask of you to remove the other ones and then bring both of them here. Can you do so?"

"It was not too hard to remove our own, but that might be because we are not that well befriended with Harry."
"Still, we should be able to do something about it." Fred finished.

"Good. I expect you to finish this mission in a week. Afterwards, you will need to start planning your future and help with the war."

"Of course, my Lord." They both answered.

"Then there is a second thing… I want a list with all of your inventions and ideas for new ones, no matter how banal they may seem."

"We have one at the castle. We will send you a copy of it."

"Good. Finally, I want you to know of our allies in Hogwarts. You can trust Sameer Atiyeh, your defence teacher, Eyolf, the janitor, Severus Snape to an extent… Harry of course, and Draco Malfoy. Should you ever need to contact me personally, touch the head of the snake on your mark with your wand and you will be transported to me."

"Understood."

"Harry, please take them back to the castle."

~You'll stay here?~ Harry said, surprised.

~Yes, I have work to do. Rodolphus and Rosier would come back from a mission tonight and I want to speak to them about it.~

~What mission?~

~An… experiment, if you will. My final goal is to have Wizards live peacefully among Muggles, out in the open. They befriended some Muggles, and this evening, they would finally confess that they are wizards. I want to know the reactions. I need to know if this can work.~

~I think it depends on the sort of people.~

~I pressed them to befriend open-minded people. Rosier might only want to socialize with snobs, but Rodolphus isn't that shallow, and I know that Rosier can be civil to everyone when he feels comfortable. I really hope it will have worked out.~

~I hope so too. Rosier… who is he, exactly? I don't think I've heard of him.~

~He fought at my side in the first war. He is an excellent strategist and fighter, but he was captured for a few days and tortured. I was able to free him, luckily, but he still carries the scars of that time. Since then, he tends to stay more in the background, also because the Light thinks him dead.~

~Dead?~

~Faked his own death. You didn't really think Wormtail could think of an original idea, did you? Although Rosier didn't cut of his own finger. He did take half of Moody's face though. Maybe he shouldn't have… now that man has his blasted all-seeing eye.~

~Well, the dark got revenge on Moody, that's for sure. A year imprisoned in a trunk…~

~Is nothing compared to what that man is capable of. I want him dead, almost as much as I want Dumbledore dead. Of course, someone had to ruin my plans last year.~

~Don't sulk.~

~I'm not sulking, brat.~

~Yes, you are. Well, goodnight, and don't forget to sleep, hmm?~

~You're too worried about me.~

~Well, you didn't sleep much yesterday evening either.~

~Just as much as you, brat.~ He affectionately hissed, pulling Harry on his lap, hugging the teen tightly for a moment. Harry wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek and forehead. The Dark Lord gripped Harry's hair and positioned his head so that he could kiss him on the mouth. For a minute, he allowed a deep, passionate kiss, but then reluctantly pulled back. "You should go."

~I know. Promise that tomorrow evening, you'll sleep together with me?~

~I promise.~

Harry slid off his lap and walked towards the Twins, ignoring their stunned looks and pale faces, taking the portkey. With a last, longing glance, his lover disappeared. Marvolo cracked his back and sagged in his chair, waiting for his men, who could arrive any moment now. Fifteen minutes and half a glass of wine later, the fireplace turned green and six people stumbled out of it, four falling flat on their face.

"Good evening, My Lord." Rosier said, bowing with a smile. Rodolphus wore a trademark smirk, and helped the Muggles to their feet, who stared at him in fascination.

"So, this is the Lord of Magic?" a girl chirped.

Marvolo bit the inside of his cheek to not burst out in laughing. "Something like that." He answered, amused. "Rodolphus, care to explain?"

"Of course, My Lord. These…" he waved his hand at the two men, a woman and a girl, "Are the first generation of Magic-loving Muggles."


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