Harry groaned as Voldemort pulled out and watched as his master got out of bed and started to throw on some clothes. "Where are you going?" Harry asked curiously.

"Lucius is in the study." Was all he said as he began to look for a shirt. Harry perked up at hearing that.

"Master, can I go with you? I want to tell Mister Malfoy what a great master I have." Harry said as he sat up and shifted in his seat. He was obviously a bit sore from this morning's activities.

Voldemort stopped what he was doing and looked at the boy. 'I suppose I should let him go. It's not like he's never seen Lucius before.' He thought as he looked the boy over. 'I need to get him some clothes, as much as I would love to have him naked all the time, only I should get to see his beautiful body. He's mine now, no one else deserves that privilege.'

"Sure, why not, little raven? Put this on, I don't want him to see you naked." Voldemort said nonchalantly. He watched as the boy, Harry, he reminded himself, put the robe he gave him on. The robe was horribly long and pooled on the floor some when he put it on. His Harry was all mussed up from sleep and sex. Voldemort thought he never looked more appetizing. Wearing his clothes and having the just shagged look, the boy looked good. Harry smiled at him and walked over to help him with his tie.

Voldemort quickly assembled the rest of his clothing and put on a black robe. He left the robe unbuttoned so you could see the rest of the ensemble. He was wearing black pants and a grey vest with a white shirt underneath. He had a black tie with the black robe thrown overtop. His hair was neatly pulled back into a low ponytail. He looked like a god. Needless to say, he and Harry made quite the pair.

Voldemort grabbed Harry's hand and walked out the door. The corridors were long and had many twists and turns, he didn't want him getting lost, at least that is what Voldemort told himself as he continued to hold Harry's hand. Meanwhile, Harry watched avidly where they were going. He had never been allowed out of his rooms at Malfoy Manor, so seeing what Riddle Manor looked like was very exciting. There were portraits that lined the hallways and long plush carpets on the ground. After walking down two flights of stairs, they turned left and went inside the first door. Mister Malfoy was sitting on a comfortable looking brown sofa, along with some man with dark features. They both looked up as Voldemort and Harry walked into the room. The dark one stared as Voldemort took the brown chair across from the sofa while Harry sat in his lap.

"My Lord, it is good to see you looking so well," Lucius said in awe. His lord looked absolutely divine.

"Thank you, Lucius, I feel better," Voldemort said carefully. "I see you brought Severus with you. Would you care to explain?" He said raising a well-sculpted eyebrow.

"Yes my Lord, of course. Apparently, Severus was sitting next to Dumbledore when his mark burned. He couldn't get away. And after that Diggory boy's body showed up, there were too many Aurors and people around to get away safely. He finally managed to leave early this morning." Lucius said, not entirely sure it was true.

"Is that right, Severus?" Voldemort said carefully as he looked at the other man. As he looked he noticed where Severus's attention was focused on. He was staring a Harry, not blinking, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Voldemort narrowed his eyes and drew the boy closer to his body and stroked his hair in a possessive manner.

Severus jumped as he saw a hand come into his line of vision. He was not usually caught off guard, especially in Voldemort's presence, but he couldn't help it. Who was this boy? This angel sitting in the Dark Lord's lap. He was positively stunning. He looked the perfect picture of innocence, except for the just shagged hair and the purple bite marks he could see peeking out from under the collar of the boy's robe. 'There is no way that boy is of age.' Severus thought guiltily as his trousers began to get a bit tight. 'Control yourself, Severus, you teach kids his age, you pervert.'

"Severus," Voldemort snapped, "Answer me." He didn't like the way Snape was looking at his sweet little raven. He was very pleased when Snape jerked his head in surprise.

"Yes my Lord, forgive my rudeness. I was just wondering how you got your body back?" Severus said, once again fishing for information.

"Ah yes, that would be Raven's doing," Voldemort said thoughtfully. 'No need to tell him who Harry really is. If he doesn't see the scar he will never know. I don't trust him with this information yet.'

"Raven?" Severus questioned. 'I don't remember any Raven working for the dark lord. Whoever he is could be a powerful ally. No one was able to get Voldemort's body back, despite many attempts. I must tell Albus, perhaps we can convince this Raven to join the order.' Severus thought.

Voldemort smirked. "Yes Severus, Raven. He was a gift from Lucius. Very handy isn't he?" Voldemort said as he looked down at Harry, now dubbed Raven.

Voldemort and Lucius looked on in amusement as Severus's jaw practically hit the floor. He was staring at Harry in both awe and disbelief. 'Oh, my god. That is not possible.' Was all Severus could think.

"W-What, my Lord, how is that possible? We all tried to get you a better body years ago and nothing ever worked. How did this boy figure it out?" Severus asked curiously.

Voldemort just looked to Harry to have him explain.

"I read it in a book." He said quietly, being painfully shy around a stranger.

Once again, Severus stared in disbelief. "You read it in a book?" Severus said, obviously thinking the boy was lying.

That is where Severus made his mistake. NEVER question what Harry, or Raven, says in Voldemort's presence. "Yes Severusss," Voldemort said, some of his old hiss coming back. "He actually found it in a book, he is actually able to read unlike my followers apparently. At this moment a child has shown more intelligence than you." Voldemort snarled viciously. "He remembers everything he reads, right Lucius?" Voldemort questioned, wanting to make sure he remembered right.

"Correct, my lord. Raven always seemed to have a book in his hand too." Lucius said fondly. "How are you doing, Raven?" Lucius was curious about how the boy was holding up.

"I'm great, Mister Malfoy! Master is so nice! I'm having lots of fun." Harry said cheerfully, wriggling in his master's lap, not knowing the reaction it was causing his master.

Lucius coughed, knowing exactly what kind of fun he was having and why his lord suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable. "Is that so? Well, I'm glad you two are getting on so well." Harry just gave him one of his 1000 galleon smiles and nodded happily. He snuggled once more into his master's chest and closed his eyes.

Severus watched the whole scene in slight confusion. 'He thought Voldemort was nice. What kind of environment did he grow up in to think that he was nice? And what did he mean by having fun? Surely, he didn't consider sex with Voldemort fun.' Severus thought. He remembered what people were like after they left Voldemort's bed, or should he say if they left his bed? Some people didn't even leave with their lives. Even the proudest men, and he did prefer men over women, left with both injuries and in tears. Most of them had to be sent to St. Mungos for treatment, both physical and mental. How could this boy, obviously not even in puberty yet, think screwing around with Voldemort was fun?

"So Severus, what has that barmy old man been up to? What was his response to the events of last night?" Voldemort asked, still not sure if Severus was trustworthy.

"My Lord, Dumbledore talked of bringing the Order of the Phoenix back. He doesn't believe what Fudge said. He knows your back, and that this wasn't some attack by a rogue Death Eater or a copycat. He wants to try and put a stop to the war before it even starts up again." Severus said truthfully, it's not like that would have been a secret anyway.

"Hmm, the Order of the Fried Chicken is back. I had thought he would wait a while to confirm my rebirth, but apparently not. Oh well, my plans will still be carried out. Severus, go back to Hogwarts and find out what you can. I want that man watched at all times. Now leave before you are missed." Voldemort dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

"Understood, my Lord," Severus said with a bow as he used the Floo to get back. He could Floo out, but not in.

"I don't trust him," Voldemort said.

"Neither do I." Lucius agreed.

"Who was that?" Harry asked. He had been curious about who the dark stranger was but didn't want to ask while he was still there.

"Severus Snape, a Potions master who works at Hogwarts. We think he might be a spy." Voldemort said. "Though, we are not 100% sure."

"Oh." Was all Harry got to say before his stomach grumbled. He blushed crimson at the loud noise.

"I guess it is time for breakfast. Lucius, will you be joining us?" Voldemort asked, not really caring either way.

"Yes, my lord that sounds lovely," Lucius said. They all got up to leave for the dining room. They were all very hungry.

()()()

(Hogwarts)

Severus gracefully walked out of the headmaster's fireplace and sat down in a chair across from the headmaster's desk.

"Severus, my dear boy, how did it go?" Dumbledore asked, once again straight to the point.

"They believed me and have taken me back into their fold," Severus said and then frowned.

"What is wrong Severus?" Albus asked cautiously. He didn't like the frown marring his Potion master's face.

"Albus, he has a child with him," Severus said. All the headmaster did was look at him which prompted him to continue. "Lucius gave Voldemort a young boy, probably a bit younger than his son Draco, as a plaything. Somehow the boy managed to give Voldemort a better body." Severus said.

Albus looked startled at that.

"And who was this boy? What did he look like?" Not knowing when the child was taken, or from where.

"He said his name was Raven. He had long wavy black hair, and a small stature. He had high cheekbones and green eyes. He appeared to be around 13." Severus said, not knowing he was nearly 15 years old.

"I will look into it." Was all the headmaster said. He thought it may have been Harry for a moment, but Severus would have noticed the scar, and he appeared to pity the boy. He could never pity anyone that looked like James. Not to mention the fact that Severus said the boy looked younger than Draco. Harry would have been nearly 15, not 13. Voldemort would have also bragged about having Harry Potter as a slave, he wouldn't have named him Raven. He would have wanted to rub the lights' nose in the fact that he had Harry. It couldn't be him.

'Who are you?' Albus thought.