The Dark Triad

Chapter Three

Harry let out a tired groan as he woke up rubbing his aching head. The last thing he remembers was Dumbledore standing over him and the collapse form of Malfoy. He was just gathering his courage from where it had scampered away when everything went black, rather abruptly.

"I warned you." An emotionless voice, a man, said.

He turned to see Voldemort sitting in a plush chair a short distant from the bed with a newspaper in hand and scowled, knowing he was right, even as his heart screamed he was wrong. He just couldn't comprehend that Dumbledore would do something like that to him. He was so much like a loving grandfather, and for so long, but apparently he had been wrong.

"Potter, I know this is hard to understand, but everyone is not like Dumbledore. Just like not all Slytherins are evil. Everyone won't betray you like your headmaster did. I will warn you however that I still plan on killing you." Voldemort voice didn't soften, and his spoke as if everything he said was a well-known fact. His eyes, however, did manage to soften just the smallest bit around the edges if one was to look closely.

Harry blinked owlishly; staring at Voldemort in shock. Was he trying to comfort him?

"I know." Harry said a bit grudgingly, after getting over his shock. "But I hope you also know that not all muggles are like the ones you and I have had the most unfortunate pleasure of meeting." Harry gathered the blankets around him to give his hands something to do.

"They are a threat to the survival of the wizarding world." Voldemort stated simply. And in his mind, that was all he needed to know as far as he was concern.

"I get that, but maybe there are other ways to rectify that without killing them? In case you haven't noticed, but they outnumber us by one to a thousand and if we start a war with them we will lose. All of the muggle world will be after us. Do you not remember all the bombings that happened during muggle wars? Or what the States did to the Japanese or what Hitler did to the Jews? Remember King Henry and the outcomes of all his wives? If they can be that horrible to each other imagine what they can do to us! We would be wiped out from this world in under ten years." Harry green eyes bore into sharp blue ones. He leaned forward during his speech, hoping to get his point further across.

Voldemort said nothing and just continued to read his newspaper before rolling it up and passing it over to Harry, his face blank.

"No matter, I can still rule the wizarding world. Read that before joining me downstairs." He stood up from the chair he had occupied before exiting the room without a backwards glance.

Harry glared at the retreating back until the door shut behind it. He would not let that happen. Harry swore to himself silently. Maybe Dumbledore was right in trying to kill him and Malfoy, after all. It was for the greater good to stop Voldemort from ruling. He sighed, shaking his head and musing his already hair up in the process. He opened the newspaper and promptly froze up at what he saw.

New Dark Lord Potter!?

Harry potter the supposed savior of the wizarding world, has forsaken us all to join you-know-who! The start of this had been the murder of Cedric Diggory and Peter Pettigrew. Eye witnesses say that they knew there was something off about him since second year when he his parseltounge ability was revealed, along with all the events that have occurred at Hogwarts since he arrived-

Harry ripped up the paper in a flare of his temper, no longer interested. He shoved the cover roughly off his lap before stomping to the door and out of it.

A few moments later, his temper cooler, he walked into one of the many sitting areas.

"Ah, Harry-" Voldemort started.

"I don't care what they write or say about me, I'll never join you!" Harry spat out the declaration with vigor. He was angry all over again just from seeing the older man face.

"You are still determined of saving a world that hates you? Most of wizarding Britain knows about our marriage and that you've join me in my quest to rule the wizarding world. If any witch or wizard saw you in Diagon Alley they'd kill you in a heartbeat, lock you in Azkaban, or send you to Dumbledore to be properly dealt with." Voldemort spoke in facts that he was well aware of. He stared Potter down with cold eyes.

Harry inhaled sharply and stumbled down into a chair as if dealt with a physical blow. He was right his mind hissed in disgust. The people he would protect would rather see him dead then be protected by him. Harry mind ran away with him for a moment as he tried to figure out a way to be right, to have things go back to how they were supposed to be. But he couldn't trust Voldemort either. In fact the only person he could trust was proabably...

He didn't notice another entering the room until Voldemort greeted them.

"Draco, so nice of you to join us, please take a seat. I have information you need to be aware of." Voldemort said, gesturing to a random chair to his left. Potter hadn't given him a chance to direct him to the chair on his right, preferring to collapse into the one closest to the entrance.

"What is going on?" Malfoy's grey eyes landed first on Potter, then Voldemort with curiosity. He also had been visited with the instructions to meet them down here, but with little memory of how they got here.

"I feel as though I should explain a few things. First off, if we do not consummate this bond by the end of the month, we will all perish-" Voldemort was cut off, much to his growing annoyance. Weren't children their age taught to be seen and not heard of, by now?

"Well I guess you enjoy your last month then, because there is no bloody way I would ever sleep with you!" Harry felt the need to say, sitting up to properly glare daggers at Voldemort. Though Malfoy is another story a small voice said in his head slyly, but was quickly silence by Harry, who made sure to ignore Malfoy's presence entirely after a quick glance over his body to ensure his health. He had been struck with a spell before they somehow ended here.

"As much as the feeling is mutual Potter, the bond will force us whether you want to or not. I'd prefer not to rape either of you and deal with the backlash that will come from that, but I will if I must. Another option is simply murdering the two of you and being done with it. I believe that I have explained everything to you two so if you'll excuse me, I have work to that needs to be done." Voldemort began to rise from his chair.

"What kind of work?" Harry questioned instantly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously on Voldemort. He decided to completely disregard the whole 'rape' business and refuse to even think about it.

"Well now I have to remake horcruxes. I also intend to discuss many things with the right people. I suggest you two get to know each other, while I am away." Voldemort explained somewhat vaguely, before leaving the room.

Malfoy, who had been silently attentive through the brief conversation, spoke up, "Potter, if Dumbledore is out to kill us, this means that we can no longer attend Hogwarts, right?" He didn't sound particularly sad.

"Yeah, he'd sooner kill us then allow us to step foot in Hogwarts." Harry turned his focus on Malfoy.

"What about our O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S?" Malfoy sat with perfect posture in his seat, his hands folded cleanly on his lap.

"I think we have bigger problems to worry about. Like the fact that we're married to Voldemort!" Harry could care less about his O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S at the moment. He refuses to give up on the situation at hand, and was determined to get things back on track no matter the cost.

Malfoy huffed in irritation, before leaving Potter to his meager thoughts. He had more interesting things to do anyway.

To be continued…

Thanks to my wonderful beta Izay_Niight