Dumbledore snarled when he got the letter. His request was denied. Harry Potter was already bonded to Tom Riddle and he couldn't be bonded to Snape! He threw the screwed up letter at the owl who had delivered it. It hooted angrily and clawed at the old man's face before flying out the window. Albus held his hand over his face, blood pouring though his fingers. He moved to the mirror and looked at the mess the owl made and snarled at the deep claw wounds across his cheeks and down his forehead.

He moved to the desk and picked up a small scroll and threw it into the fire and stood there waiting. The fire roared into life, setting the mantelpiece on fire, as a man walk through the hearth, "Well? I hope this important for you to burn your last IO,." The man said brushing soot of his suit.

"This is! I want Harry Potter! He has bonded and married Tom 'fucking' Riddle," He snarled.

The dark haired man looked at his nails and back up away from the mad old man before snorting, "Harry Potter, the boy you left in abusive home. The boy whose rape you let slide after a teacher attacked him and turned him against his will and whose memory you tried to obliviate after you messed with said teacher's blood Potions?" He chuckled as he took a seat and pulled his trousers up a little before looking back at Dumbledore.

"Yes him, well?"

"Ummm! why do you want him?"

"Why do you care?" Dumbledore snarled. "You're a demon. All you do is cause is pain!"

"Not true Albus. I don't just cause pain, you know what I can do. But I want to know is why you want this particular boy?" He asked. The white haired man gritted his teeth.

"I need him to fight in this war. He is the only one that can kill Voldemort."

"Liar." The demon smiled, showing his fangs, "I know what's in your withered black heart. One, there is no war. You have poisoned people's minds to believe what you want. Two, you want to hurt that boy, even more, you want him locked up in your bed chamber squeezing out a couple of your brats," he stated. The old man snarled at him.

"The problem is you can't have children. No potions, no magic will cure that unless you want to kill yourself," He chuckled. Dumbledore slammed his fist down onto this desk but this only made the demon's smile broader.

"Will you help me. Bolt!"

"Nope."

"Why not?" he growled, his blue eyes were dangerous as he twisted his hands in the parchment that was on his desk.

"Harry Potter is a vampire and is protected by the Vampire Council. Especially at his young age and, because of the way he was turned, they would make sure he was protected by the fullest extent of their laws. He's untouchable, but not unfuckable," He smirked. "I just might have a looke and see how strong this marriage bond of his is!"

Meanwhile…

Harry woke up in a bed with warm arms wrapped around him, his head pillow on someone's shoulder. He yawned, rolled over and looked up at his husband, Tom smiled at him as he ran his fingers down Harry's face making the teen wrinkle his nose and giggle. "Morning my love, how did you sleep?" Tom asked as he rubbed Harry's hip.

"I slept okay," he whispered to him.

"Are you in any pain after last night?" Tom had a worried look on his face as he spotted some bruises on Harry's skin. The teen smiled softly at him and shifted closer to Tom.

"A little achy but I'm okay," He replied. The Dark Lord kissed him and smiled.

"Let's get you a pain potion any way because I don't think your godfathers would be happy if they saw you limping when we go to breakfast!" Harry give him another giggle as he was pushed onto his back, Tom hovering above him as he was settled in between his legs. "You are so beautiful," he purred as he dipped his head again and kissed his young husband.

"What do you think he will do now?" Harry asked the Dark Lord.

"Who do you mean, Severus or Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore mainly," Harry said looking away from Tom. The dark haired man sat up, pulling Harry up with him and got a little squeak out his husband

"Look at me my love, Dumbledore is a desperate man and he will try any means to get you back but I won't let that happen," he rumble protectively, nuzzling Harry's neck and licking the bite mark he had made. "And, as for Severus, I think the guilt he is feeling will hold him back from seeing what's right in front of his nose." Harry frowned as he ran his fingers though his untidy hair.

"What do you mean?"

"He's in love with you!" Tom said shocking Harry. Tom busied himself kissing and nuzzling Harry.

"No! No he can't be, he's ... he's my uncle." he whimpered as large hands roamed over his back, moving down to the curve of his backside.

"And for the longest time he thought you were just James and Lilly Potter's son. He didn't know you were his nephew until Dumbledore told him. He has to live with that fact, Harry, that you're his nephew and he has already hurt you." Harry looked at him with a pink blush on his face and Voldemort chuckled as he leant in and kissed Harry again, "Come on, let's go have a bath."