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A day after Harry Potter goes missing, Alastor Moody is found locked in his trunk, a year missing from his memories, and a large bald spot on his head.

A week after Harry Potter goes missing, the remains of a male body of approximately 15 years of age are found burnt to bones and ash outside of Hogsmeade near the shrieking Shack, an investigation is launched by the Auror Department.

A month after Harry Potter went missing, Lucius Malfoy would die tragically in a potions accident and the debt of thirteen years of servitude would be wiped away overnight.

A month and three days after Harry Potter had gone missing, the Dark Mark on Severus Snape's arm would burn in pain as the Dark Lady would call her loyal back to her and tell them all that Harry Potter was dead by her hand, and no one questions her.

Two months after Harry Potter went missing, The Dark Lady introduces her Death Eaters to Delphini Lestrange, Bellatrix's Daughter.

Three months after Harry Potter went missing, Albus Dumbledore is removed from his position of Supreme Mugwump of the ICW and Chief Warlock of The Wizengamot for trying to announce the Return of The Dark Lady Voldemort, most believe he has finally gone mad.

Four months after Harry Potter went missing the body of Remus J Lupin would be found in Nocturn Ally, other than the missing right hand the body was untouched, the Killing Curse is presumed to be used, but in the end, few cared that the drifting werewolf had died.

Five months after Harry Potter went Missing the walls of Azkaban would fall, ten aurors would be found dead, and more than a third of the prisoners would escape, the majority being those who had served The Dark Lady in the war before.

Six months after Harry Potter went missing the home of the Weasley Family would suffer a collapse in the middle of the night before catching fire, all inside would die with the only Survivors being the three oldest children who no longer lived at home, the body of young Ginerva Weasley would be missing from the wreckage. This event overshadowed the tragic house fire the same night that would take the lives of the Granger family in Muggle London, all bodies inside were burned beyond recognition.

Seven months after Harry Potter went missing the Department of Mystery would suffer a break-in, but nothing was found stolen or moved, the event was swept under the rug by the Ministry of Magic.

Eight months after Harry Potter went missing, the body of Ginevra Weasley would be found on what remains of The Borrow, the condition of the body was beyond any words one could use to describe it. It was discovered through a Magical Autopsy that she was killed via Killing Curse, most likely a mercy killing for as one reporter had put it "It would have been more merciful if the poor girl had burned to death alive with the rest of her family,". Percy and Charlie Weasley would be killed in an attack on them later that night, with their older brother William losing an arm, but was able to get away, he never saw who the perpetrator was.

Nine months after Harry Potter went missing, he was officially announced dead by the Ministry of Magic, and a memorial service was held in his honor in Hogsmeade. The service was attended by Albus Dumbledore who was to speak, but as he took to the podium, the event was attacked by The Dark Lady Voldemort and her followers, among those who were killed were Albus Dumbledore(Killed by The Dark Lady and an unknown helper), Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia bones, Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour, and many more, after the battle it is noted the wand of Albus Dumbledore goes missing.

Ten months after Harry Potter goes missing, The Ministry of Magic falls and Lady Voldemort takes over. She strips the power from the Wizengamot and sets up a puppet government under her rule and names Theodore Nott Sr as the new Minister of Magic. The remains of the Order of the Phoenix are forced underground, unable to stop Lady Voldemort's takeover.

Eleven months after Harry Potter goes missing Severus Snape, due to his unwavering loyalty to Lady Voldemort and her final orders she gave him before disappearing on Samhiem of '81, is named Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and is given the position by unanimous vote by the school governors, he elects to keep Minerva McGonagall as his Deputy Headmistress and announces that the position and class of Defense Against the Dark Arts will be dissolved at the beginning of the next year and be rebranded "Defensive Arts" which will include the teaching of the Dark Arts to OWL students and above.

One year after Harry Potter goes missing, Lady Voldemort would visit the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards to inform them of the change of government for the British Islands, that she would be honoring all trade contacts and agreements made with the ICW, though will be making new ones after the current contracts ended, and in a gesture of good faith, she would be something that the ICW has been demanding the Ministry of Magic do for the last one hundred years and closing Azkaban down. Lady Voldemort would then tell the ICW that so long as they continued to honor the agreements with the British Islands that she would not be expanding her power beyond its borders, she had no interest in world conquest so long as they didn't push her into it.

Thirteen months after Harry Potter went Missing, Lady Voldemort removed the curse from the Defensive Arts position at Hogwarts and helped restructure the curriculum of the school before passing the Muggleborn Integration Act into effect, all Muggleborn currently alive was to register their blood status with the Ministry of Magic, Failure to do so would have severe and harsh penalties, the time limit to do so was three months. The borders of the country were closely watched for anyone trying to escape, and many tried, and many died fighting. Using the Quill of Acceptance in Hogwarts, Lady Voldemort sent out her officials to locate the younger Muggleborns born to switch out the children with either Squibs born in the magical world or orphans of the same age in the muggle world. The Muggleborn children would then be raised in the first even Magical orphanage that would specialize in Blood adoptions.

Fourteen months after Harry Potter went missing Lady Voldemort would hit a snag in her personal research into Albus Dumbledores' odd wand and would require the help of someone the world believed dead to find the final piece to a set of legendary magical objects.


Lady Voldemort

She sat in her personal study in the west wing of Malfoy Manor, reclining back in her dark leather chair, her feet up on the antique desk, sipping a neat whisky from a cold glass, looking into the fireplace burning away across the room. Her face was passive as she swirls the amber liquid in her glass, her thoughts a mess of what she knew she needed to do, but she also felt she wasn't ready for it. It had been over a year since they had met again in the graveyard in Little Hangleton and three years since they had previously seen one another, and now knowing what he is, and the prophecy that had originally tied their fates together, she wasn't sure she was ready to see him again, to talk with him again.

Even that brief hello in the graveyard had left her heart beating hard and a pain in her gut for what she knew she had to do. She had first planned to remove both the diary Horcrux and the one placed in his head from him before killing him. But she couldn't do it, even without Delphini screaming at her not to, she knew she couldn't do it, so she had removed Delphini and used the body of dear old Lucius as raw materials and the stolen blood of Harry to create a body for Delphini to use. The ritual she had used to return to her body couldn't be used to restore the diary, she had created that ritual herself to restore herself, not to give a Horcrux a body. But in the end, she was successful and failed all at the same time, Delphini got her modified body that keeps her on a tight leash, and she failed to kill Harry Potter again, not because of the boy's own power, or luck, or cunning, no, Voldemort failed to kill him because she couldn't summon the hate and want needed to kill him.

So, she had left the boy sleeping under the Drought of Living Death and had a House Elf take care of the sleeping boy sealed behind a secret door that only she and Delphini could open. Delphini would visit him often, even sleeping snuggled up next to him, Voldemort avoided the hall where the secret door was located entirely when she could help it. But now she knew she had to wake him up for he was the only one left alive with the answers she wanted, it all started with Dumbledore's stupid wand and finding out that it was the Wand of Destiny, the Deathstick, The Elder Wand. So, She looked into the Deathly Hallows and the Tale of the Three Brothers, and the more she dug into it, the more she was convinced that fate had a sick sense of humor, she had found the Resurrection Stone easily enough, after Cadmus Peverell had killed himself the Stone was passed to his closest living relative, his Nephew from his brother Antioch Peverell, his Nephew would go on to pass the stone on to the Gaunt family many years later before being set into a gold ring that once belonged to Slytherin himself, and by a twist of fate became her second Horcrux when she had killed her pathetic muggle father and grandparents.

The third and youngest brother was a bit of a mystery, he had all but vanished from the history books, only to pop up on a gravestone in Godric's fucking Hollow of all places, it then took some considerable digging in the Department of Records at the Ministry and about six different genealogy tomes to find it, a marriage between Lolanthe Peverell and Hardwin Potter, She had screamed in frustration at that one, it was like fate was out to play some cruel joke on her.

She had spoken to Delphini very little about their guest, she avoids the subject whenever possible bar direct confrontation with Delphini about it, which has happened a few times over the past year, the first time when she had killed Remus Lupin and severing his hand like Wormtail had done just before killing him "He left Harry with those disgusting animals for thirteen years, he betrayed his friends even more than the rat, I just thought they should match," Delphini had said when Voldemort had asked why she was carrying around a served hand around in the manor. Delphini had asked to wake Him up, but she had told her no, that it was far too early for that, and Dephini had accepted that.

A short few months later, Dephini had snuck out after dark and made her way to Muggle London to burn down a home and bring the Mudblood that Do-her guest had befriended during his first year to be locked in the dungeon before going out to kidnap a little blood traitor before collapsing the Weasleys home and burning it to ash. Delphini once again came to her and asked for their guest to be awakened, and once again, she said no. It was then that Delphini was thrown into a rage, screaming, cursing, and had tried to curse her for not doing it, but thankfully She was had created the body Delphini had with this in mind and sealed her magic core, cutting her off from all magic before sending Delphini to her room.

After Delphini had calmed down, she had unsealed her core so Delphini could have fun with her captives; she had broken the blood traitor in under a month. Torturing the girl to a catatonic state, cutting out her voice box, cutting off her limbs to just above the elbow and knees, and making her walk around on stubs like a pet. By the end If the girl wasn't under the Imperious Curse she would lay down in her own filth doing nothing at all, She had delivered a mercy killing to the girl after Delphini had gotten bored with using and playing with her before having her body dropped off at the ash and wreckage of her former home.

The Mudblood lasted longer, which had impressed her, Delphini was cruel and cold with a love of making her victim's pain and humiliation last as long as possible, but still, the Mudblood endured Delphini's tender care for six long months before Delphini did something irresponsible and showed the little Mudblood their guest before cutting out the girls tongue, voice box, and her hands. She had ordered that Mudblood be killed for knowing because there were only three people in the world who knew who their guest was after She tore the memory from Wormtail's mind and replaced it with her killing him, Wormtail's loyalty was inspired by fear and she didn't trust the rat not to blab to wrong people about who her guest was.

The Mudblood was given to Grayback's pack as a plaything but was told she was to be killed during the following full moon; she had gone herself to confirm the kill.

With the Mudblood's death, Delphini wanted to kill Wormtail and the Muggles, but she vetoed that idea quickly; she had plans for those four that she didn't want Delphini to ruin. So the girl went back to bitching and demanded to wake him up and she had told her no every time, all for the same reason; Voldemort was scared.

Scared wasn't really the right word for it, she was more apprehensive about it. After their last meeting, their last true meeting in the catacombs below Hogwarts, He had rejected her and that had hurt for some reason, at the time she didn't know, couldn't even fathom it. When she first tried to kill the boy when he was still in his crib, she had completed all the preparations to create her sixth and final Horcrux. She had thought with the destruction of her body it would have failed and her soul wouldn't have split so that she wouldn't be able to shed her last weakness, her fondness. But it did work, but instead of the intended vessel of her wand, the soul shard slipped into his head, and the boy became her fondness.

Voldemort knocks back the last of the whisky in the glass as a knock sounds at her door, "Enter," she says as she pours herself another glass of the amber liquid, before looking up to see Delphini walk in, a scowl and blood splatter on her face, she must have interrupted her bonding time with dear Bella. The memory of Bella's face when she had introduced her to a daughter she didn't remember having almost brings a chuckle out of Voldemort, luckily, the pair of them got on like a house on fire once she had explained to Bella who Delphini really was. Bella was the only person she had trusted with the knowledge of how she became immortal too, not all the information mind you, just enough for Bella to get the idea.

"What?" Delphini asks rudely, the girl has been mad at her for weeks for not waking up their guest the last time she had demanded it.

Voldemort takes a sip from her glass and leans back before looking over at Delphini, they had collaborated on what she wanted to look like before creating her new body, but they couldn't risk her looking like Tamsyn Riddle at age sixteen just in case she was recognized. She was still tall for her age, with blonde ringlets that she often dyed the tips of different colors instead of straight jet-black hair, Delphini's face was more in line with Bella's looks with a cute button nose, her body shapely and pale, though she wanted to keep the same color of eyes they had at that age and refused to part with them for some reason.

"One week," Voldemort says, watching as Delphini's eyes narrow a bit as she looked at her from the doorway, "In one week, you can wake him up," she tells the girl and watches her eyes widen and a large smile split her face as she moved swiftly to the desk.

"Why wait a week, we can wake him-" Delphini begins to say before Voldemort raises her hand to stop her.

"In a week, Young Draco will be returning to Hogwarts, and I will be ordering the guard here out of the manor to patrol the grounds only," Voldemort explains to Delphini, "I don't want any leaks about who is here, the only people who will know will be you, me, Bella, Barty, and Narcissa, that's it," she says in a tone of finality. Barty already knew Bella was her most trusted Lieutenant, and to not inform Narcissa about who their guest was when he was up and walking around would be the height of impropriety that the Lady of the Manor would not allow and to do so would be seen as an insult after all Narcissa had done and sacrificed for Lady Voldemort's cause; something Voldemort would not do to the woman if she could help it.

After all, Narcissa was the one to kill Lucius and then offered her home as Voldemort's base of operations all for Voldemort's word that she would leave Draco out of everything and not let him join till after he received a Mastery, which was fine by Voldemort.

"Fine," Delphini says in a huff, "I've waited over a year, a week will be agonizing but I'll wait," she says as Voldemort watches her hands clench and unclench, visibly shaking in excitement.

"Delphini, I'm sure I do not need to say this, but he is to come to no permanent harm nor can you kill him under any circumstances, do you understand me?" Voldemort says, looking into the mad eyes of her younger self, watching her pause for a moment before biting her lip in thought.

"Define permanent damage?" Delphini asks, her eyes narrowing a bit at the words.

"If I have to do more than wave my wand to fix anything you do to the boy, I will consider that permanent damage and you will be punished accordingly, now, do you understand me?" Voldemort asks, setting down her glass as Delphini nods eagerly before Voldemort dismisses her.

As the Dark Lady leans back in her chair she can feel Delphini's excitement slam into the back of her mind, she was excited for next week, for waking up their guest, for getting her favorite pet back. Voldemort slams the door shut and locks it, she did not need Delphini's emotions and mental state in her head on the best day, she certainly didn't need her excitement over waking up Dodg- their guest.

Voldemort turns back to the flames of the hearth, memories of her own flooding her mind as an emerald eye woman smiled at her from across a table, to those same eyes looking at her with a sad smile when she had found him wandering the castle they had both called home.


Delphini Lestrange

Fourteen months and a week, over a year she had waited, demanded, and begged her older self to wake him up but she was rebuffed and refused each and every time; But finally, FINALLY, it was time. Draco had left with Narcissa not even fifteen minutes ago, she and Voldemort had seen them off as was polite, the anti-poison for the Drought of Living Death clutched in her hand tightly the whole time, once they had left she had rushed to her room to strip and put on a simple black silk robe and nothing else before making her way down the halls in the west wing to her destination. She only had two hours alone with him before Voldemort would claim her time with him and Delphini was going to make the most of it.

She walked past the portraits of Malfoy's past, the one of Lucius was placed at the further end of the wing, but he wasn't the guard to the door, no, Voldemort only trusted one person with that. Delphini stops before the portrait of Abraxas Malfoy, standing tall and regal with an air of sophistication and smugness he had when he was alive, he looks down at her with a bland and bored expression before the corners of his lips twitch before speaking.

"Ah, Delphini," he says with a smile, "Back again, I see, well you know what to do my dear," he says as his eyes fill with a fondness looking at her as if he knew who she truly was.

"To Ambitions Glory," Delphini recites the password making the man nod before the frame swings wide to reveal a barred iron door reinforced with runes, she steps up to it before hissing in the language of the serpents "and Greatness that only the cunning can achieve," before watching the bars that hold the door slide back and a door knob bloom from the enchanted iron before she throws open the door and steps inside.

The room was grand, but far from the grandest one the manor had held, there were no windows and only one other door that led to a marvelous bathroom off to the left. A large hearth sat empty to the right of the door surrounded by large and comfy-looking chairs and couches with a long low dark table sitting in between it all. Large bookshelves sit at the back of the room empty but would be filled in time with their guest soon to be awake, the floors were dark marble with white walls that led up to a large vaulted ceiling showing off the star charts above. But in the middle of the room was where he lay, in the middle of a large four-poster bed with dark curtains drawn shut.

With a flick of her wand (his wand that worked just as well as her old one, like it was made for her) she lights the candles in the room to throw light into the shadows as she made her way into the room, the door sealing behind her, going to the bed and drawing back the curtains she sees him. He was there like he has always been for the last year, his chest didn't rise or fall, he looked pale, and his hair was a bit longer but she liked the look of untameable black hair, it remained Delphini of a shaggy puppy. With an eager grin, she pulls the dark comforter down with the sheets, and with another flick of the wand vanishes the pajamas he was wearing, she licks her lips at the sight, before slipping from her own robe that pools like shadows around her ankles before opening the draw to the bedside table and hiding the wand inside.

She picks up his glasses before climbing nude into the bed with him before slipping them on his face just before brushing the locks of dark hair from his eyes. She wanted to be the first person he saw when he woke up, no one else, not Voldemort, not Bella, not Narcissa, Her. He was the first person he saw when he closed his eyes to dream for almost two years, it's just poetry that she would be the first person he sees when he woke up.

She uncorks the vial before pressing it to the lips of her very own sleeping prince and letting the concoction fill his mouth, it would be absorbed through his gums and tongue, taking a few minutes for it to work, so she slips into bed, before pulling the blankets back and pressing her head against his chest, listening for a heartbeat with closed eyes. It comes slowly throughout a few minutes, the Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump, steadily getting louder as she listens, then he starts to twitch and move before groaning quietly as the effects of Drought wore off. When he finally started to draw in steady and deep breaths she opened her eyes to watch, and so painfully slowly did he open his beautiful emerald eyes to the world, they were full of confusion as they moved around, so she decided to help him a bit.

Drawing herself up to loom over him, she smiles down at her sleeping prince, her horcrux, her Harry, "Good Morning, My Pretty Kitty," she says, as he looks at her confused.

"Tam-Tamsyn?" Harry says, his voice coming out low and cracking in disuse for over a year, but she still smiles more brightly.

"And here I was worrying that my new look would have thrown you off," Delphini says as she quickly straddles him.

"Wha-Where-" Harry murmurs as he looks around, head flopping back and forth to look around the room, "Is this-" is as far as he gets before he starts coughing.

Delphini rolls her eyes before calling out, "Mispsy, a cup of water, now!" before a crack sounds throughout the room and a glass of water appears on the bedside table causing Harry to look around confused, still discombobulated from waking up. She helps him drink it down, tipping the glass to his lips with a smile on her lips.

After all the water was gone, Harry looked up at her confused, before slowly realization dawned on his face, "Tamsyn, your, but, how are…" he trails off as his eyes widen in horror as the reality of the situation smacks him in the face, "The graveyard, Voldemort, you-you tricked me!" He says angrily as he tries and fails to throw her off due to his body still removing from the effects of the potion, he tries to raise his arms, anger evident on his face as she chuckles down at him.

"That's right, Pretty Kitty, I trick you and strung you along to that graveyard, and it worked perfectly, and I got the reward I wanted so badly," She says looming over him before gathering his hands into hers and pressing his hands to either side of her face, before guiding them down, over her throat and collarbone, pass the swell of her perky breast, "Do you like it?" Delphini asks with a sultry smile, "I had it created with you in mind," she tells Harry as she guides his hands over the curves of her waist and hips, before resting them on her shapely bottom.

Her smile widens as she feels his reaction between her legs and begins to grind on his length and hears him hiss at the feeling, "I haven't let another man touch me, I wanted you to be the first man I slept with, this is a whole new body, Pretty Kitty, and that means I'm a virgin," she tells him, discounting what she made the little blood traitor do for a few weeks, "I've been waiting so long to do this, to have you inside of me for real, no phantom memories of a touch that wasn't yours, I've been dying to feel you inside of me for so long," Delphini tells Harry before leaning down, lift her hips and sliding her hand between her legs to grab him and bring him to her entrance, "You can feel that much can't you," she whispers into his ear as he jerks his head away from her, his face set into a hateful glare at the door. He could, he could feel how wet she was, just how much she wanted it.

"Let's not wait any longer, huh, Pretty Kitty," she says before sliding down his length with a hiss of pain before biting into his neck making a hiss before it turns into a low moan, music to her ears as he fully enters her when they're both flesh and blood. He was much thicker than his wand she had used in the past to pleasure herself, and it takes a moment to get used to him but Delphini's eagerness surpasses the pain as she begins to move her hips, it was ecstasy to her, to finally have him inside her, trapped under her, squirming with pleasure and revulsion in equal measure. She throws the door that connects them on a level other loves couldn't even dream to reach and feels everything from him as she rides him. She reaches her first orgasm quickly, and Delphini can feel Harry's anger and resentment burn in him, how much he hated her, how much he wanted to kill her, and how much he was enjoying her new body, Delphini quickly hits her second, third, and fourth orgasm while submerging herself in Harry's emotions. She claws at his chest leaving slightly bleeding scratch marks, she kisses, sucks, and nips at his throat leaving a trail of her marks across it, she bites at his collarbone hard enough to draw blood and lick the wounds clean.

Delphini doesn't care about the time and losses herself in the ecstasy of the carnal coupling between her and Harry, before long at the height of another orgasm, she had lost count of around ten or so, and she feels Harry empty himself inside of her, her eyes roll back as her legs shake before she lowers herself on top of his bleeding chest, breathing heavily, "I waited so long to do this with you, and I must say it was worth the wait," Delphini whispers into his ear before going to kiss Harry on the lips, but like always he jerks his head out of the way as he used too, so, Like how she used too she grabs his face to force it back to her, just before Harry's hand finds her throat.


Harry Potter

He flips them over before wrapping his other hand around her throat, strength had returned to his limbs a little while ago, he was just waiting for the right moment when her guard was down, that's all! Harry begins to squeeze her throat, he was going to kill her! He was! After everything she had done to him! After toying with him! After bringing Voldemort back! Harry was going to fucking kill her!

As he squeezed down on her throat, pushing in her windpipe, Tamsyn fought back, clawing at her, punching him, trying to push him off of her. But this wasn't a dream, this wasn't a test of willpower, they were both real now, and Harry was finally stronger than Tamsyn, and he smiled as her face started to turn purple under him, "I'm finally going to" Harry begins to say but was cut off by a smooth, low voice, just a breath above a whisper.

"Am I interrupting something?" the cold voice says, and Harry's head snaps to it to see her standing in the doorway. She looked very different from how she looked in the graveyard. She still stood tall, and regal, and her Scarlet eyes burned with unquestionable power, but she no longer looked like a queen of darkness formed from the worst fears of men and beasts alike. She was tall, but thin and lithe, almost skeletal in appearance, her skin was still pale, smooth, and flawless, with hooded eyes with deep bags underneath them as though she had not gotten sleep in days, and her cheekbones were still sharp along with her chin and sloping nose, and her black hair was short and neatly combed back. Her outfit looked surprisingly muggle to Harry's eyes, from her shiny oxfords to her black slacks, and her white button-up shirt with its sleeves partially rolled up her forearms with an unbuttoned and open black vest with silver buttons that hid any trace of womanly curves.

Her brow raised as she looked between the two fighting teens as Tamsyn pushed Harry away and take a few needed and deep breathes, "No," Tamsyn said, rubbing her throat as Harry couldn't look away from Voldemort, "Just a little foreplay," she says, and Harry could hear the smile in her words, but Harry still does look away from her.

Voldemort makes a sound as if she didn't believe her before speaking, "I'm sure it was to you, but I've come to inform you Delphini, that your time is up, I require Mister Potter's time, So out," she says simply, her eyes never travel lower then their faces as she jerks her head behind her.

At first, Harry was confused, he didn't know who Delphini was until Tamsyn spoke up, answering Voldemort, "It's been two hours already?" she says as Harry looks over to her as she curses before sliding off the bed and walking around it to pick up a silk robe and opening up the bedside table to pull out a wand, his wand, to be exact. She pulls on the silk robe as she walks toward Voldemort, "I'll be back in an hour after you're done with him," Tamsyn, Delphini? Says before walking past Voldemort to the door as the taller of the two answers back.

"I'm sure you will," Voldemort says with a roll of her eyes before she goes back to looking at Harry with a blank look on her face. When the door closes behind Tamsyn, Voldemort's wand slips into her hand and she levels it at Harry, he flinches at it and closes his eyes at the coming end. But much to Harry's surprise, he feels a warmth spread over him and the wounds on his chest stop burning with pain, he opens his eyes and looks down to see the wounds were gone along with the blood before he watches Voldemort swish her wand and transfigured the bedsheets into pajamas that hung loosely off of him.

"Much better," Voldemort says before storing her wand and walking over to the fireplace and taking a seat on one of the few chairs, "I'm sure you didn't want to have a conversation with me bare," she says offhandedly, "But do try to be polite Mister Potter and come take a seat, we have a few things to discuss," she says while looking into the empty fireplace as Harry slides off the bed and slowly makes his way over to another seat, before taking it, he looks at her pale blank face and waits quietly for her to speak, his hands shaking all the while.

"Mispsy, some breakfast I think, a pot of morning tea, and a change of sheets I think for the bed, if you please," Voldemort says to the air before waiting a moment before cracks sound throughout the room and Harry had a full English breakfast sitting in front of him with a tray of tea next to Lady Voldemort.

"Before we get down to business, Mister Potter, I feel the need to ask if Delphini explained anything to you before you two started to rut like animals," Voldemort asks in a neutral tone as she begins to make them each a cuppa, not even asking how Harry took his because she already knew.

Harry flinches at her words but shakes his head before she passes him his cup with a sigh of her own, "Oh course she didn't," Voldemort mutters under her breath, "So, allow me to fill you in, you've been asleep for over a year, fourteen months to be exact, during that time a great many things have happened," she says before taking a sip of her own tea.

"I've been-what?!" Harry asks, shocked.

"Asleep, under the effects of the Drought of Living Death and a few charms, congratulations Mister Potter, you're sixteen now," Voldemort says with a smirk, while Harry just blinks at her in shock, "During your little, let's call it a nap, during your nap you were pronounced dead by the Ministry of Magic and a vast majority of the populace believe just that, and before you say something as foolish as Dumbledore would know, you need to know that Dumbledore is dead, I killed him," she says in a flat dead tone that sends Harry railing.

Harry's jaw works, moving up and down but no sound comes out, Dumbledore is dead. The Headmaster is gone, but it wasn't the only punch to the gut that Voldemort sends his way as she continues to speak.

"So are your friends and the Weasley clan, Remus Lupin is also gone," she informs him without remorse, each word was like a blow to the head as Harry looked down at his tea, unable to form thoughts through the shocked of it all, Voldemort thankfully didn't speak up again until Harry looks up at her.

"Did you kill them too?" He asks softly, unable to keep the small growl of anger out of his voice.

But Voldemort didn't look at all bothered by his question or the tone of it, "No," she tells Harry, "I had nothing to do with their deaths, that was Delphini," Voldemort tells him before going back to her tea.

"Delphini?" Harry asks, "Who the hell is Delphini?"

Voldemort rolls her eyes, "How very like her, Delphini is the Horcrux that was with you for almost two years, I'm pretty sure you know her as Tamsyn, we didn't really start going by our chosen name till our mid-thirties," Voldemort explains and then looks up to Harry with a brow raised.

Harry's hands were shaking, and he could feel his face twist into anger and sadness as his chest ached, of course, it was her, it was always her. She had kept him isolated, played him like a fool, and then when he was out of the way she had killed everyone He had cared about, Harry screams in anger before quickly standing and throwing his cup, smashing it in the empty hearth.

"Of course she did," Harry spits out hatefully, "It's never enough for her, even with everything she's already done, she just keeps finding new ways to hurt me, to isolate me, to keep me as her pet, the fucking cunt," Harry spits out with venom.

Voldemort's eyes narrow as Harry turns back to her, pain dancing in his eyes as he glares at Her, "So what now?" Harry asks her, his hands clenched, "Is this where you tell me you're going to kill me?" Harry asks locking eyes with Voldemort unflinchingly, and for a moment all he sees is all the horrible things Tamsyn, or Dalphini now, had done to him, the torture, the torment, making him feel weak and helpless in what should have been the only place he should have felt safe, the rape and abused she had done to him and his disgusted and hatred for himself and Delphini.

Harry does flinch when he feels a lick of fire at the back of his mind, an unending burning rage that wasn't his own before as quickly as it comes it would leave as he looks back at Voldemort, who calmly sets her teacup down before crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair.

"No, Mister Potter," Voldemort says softly, "I'm not going to kill you, the world already thinks you are dead and that's good enough for me, but with that comes some bad news," she tells him as Harry deflates.

"Of course it does," Harry says as he sits back down.

"This room is your cage, Mister Potter, don't get me wrong, it's a gilded cage, but it's a cage nonetheless," Voldemort informs him, "There are four people in this world, other them myself, that know you are here, and none of them will help you leave it without my permission, while you are my guest you will be treated fairly and, within reason, can ask for anything you want and it will be delivered to you, until I am sure you won't run you'll be locked in this room until that time," she tells Harry with a blank face as Harry lowers his eyes to the floor, "But I did not wake you just to tell you all this, Mister Potter, I have a few questions I would like to ask you," she says, but Harry still doesn't look up from the floor, so she continues, "Do you own an invisibility cloak?"

Harry looks up, confused by the question, "W-what?" Harry asks.

"A cloak of invisibility," Voldemort reiterates, "Do you own one?" she asks calmly, once more.

"Y-yeah, why?" Harry asks.

"Where did you get it?" Voldemort asks, ignoring Harry's question, "Did you commission it? bought it secondhand?" she asks blandly, but leaning forward a bit.

"No, Dumbledore gave it to me for Christmas during my first year, it was my sec-" Harry cuts himself off and looks away, refusing to say it was his second favorite gift that year, right after the gifts he got from Olivia Twist, from her, but Voldemort moves on undisturbed by Harry's reaction.

"And do you know where he got it from?" She asks, barely hiding the eagerness in her voice.

"My Dad, it was his, he let Dumbledore borrow it for a bit before..." Harry trails off again, looking at the ground.

"Before I killed him," Voldemort says, her face still passive and Harry nods, "Where would it be now? The cloak I mean," she asks, and Harry shrugs.

"It was in my trunk last I saw it, why?" Harry asks Voldemort, and she pauses for a moment, her eyes looking away from him as she thinks and considers something.

"Well, you see Mister Potter, a vast majority of invisibility cloaks tend to lose their power over time, due to the charms wearing off or just wear and tear over years of use, in fact, there has not been a documented case of an invisibility cloak lasting longer than ten years, if that," Voldemort tells him as she leans back in her chair, "Note that I said a vast majority, not all of them, there is a Legend of a cloak of invisibility that has never lost its power, it's part of a set of three powerfully enchanted magical objects, and I have my suspicion that your cloak is the Cloak of Invisibility, the one all others are based on," she tells Harry, a small smirk on her lips before steepling her fingers.

"What's the Legend? What are the other two objects?" Harry asks, curious himself.

"Well, Dodg-" Voldemort stops, her eyes close and lips pressed into a thin line as she looks away from Harry, back to the empty Hearth before opening her scarlet eyes again, "Well, Mister Potter," she says slowly and deliberately, "That is a story for another time, after I confirm that it's the cloak I'm looking for or not," Voldemort says as she stands from her seat, "If you need anything, just ask Mispsy, be it books, drinks, or food, she's been assigned to you," she says as she begins to walk towards the door as quickly as her two feet could carry her.

"Hedwig!" Harry blurts out the first thing he could think of, making Voldemort stop at the door and turn to look at him with surprise.

"I beg your pardon?" she says, raising her brow at him.

"You're going to Hogwarts, right? For my stuff?" Harry asks, and watches as she slowly nods, "C-can you look for Hedwig? She's normally around Hagrid's Hut or in the Owerly," Harry says hopefully, watching as Voldemort's eyes grow soft before she nods.

"I'll look for her, does she still answer to two whistles?" Voldemort asks, and Harry nods.

"Yeah, it's just She's been my friend ever since,..." Harry says before looking away again, leaving the "You got her for me," unsaid, "I just, I just want a friendly face here," He mutters, and Voldemort nods once more before opening the door and leaving Harry to his new Cupboard.


Lady Voldemort

She shuts the door behind her before letting out a sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose. She had almost called him Dodger, a name she was sure would cause nothing but pain for either of them, he was her prisoner, and her Horcrux, that was it. She needs him safe and alive but that's it, she was feeling foolish for waking the boy up. She felt it as soon as he was awake, the link between them filling with his emotion, his anger, his pleasure, his everything and it was a powerful pull from him because she was so fond of him; she couldn't shut off the link because of that.

"Are you done now?" asks the impatient voice of Delphini, Voldemort sighs once more before, with wand in hand, she runs her fingers thru her hair, she feels it lengthens under her touch, crawling down to mid-waist in straight black sheets as her bangs grown down over her eyes, she brushes them to one side before looking up to her other living Horcrux.

"Yes, I have what I need from him," Voldemort says before waving her wand down her front undoing the minor transfiguration that had hidden her more womanly curves, "It should be with his trunk at Hogwarts, I'll be heading there in a few days to retrieve it," she says before she turns and starts off to her study.

"Goody, while you have fun with that, I'll be entertaining myself with the Pretty Kitty," Delphini says with a smirk before moving to the door.

Voldemort stops, "Delphini," she says, gaining the younger girl's attention, "Your relationship with our guest, did it start off as… consensual?" Voldemort asks as she turns her head to look back at her younger self, pausing to stuff down the anger she felt behind her mental shield.

"Why does it matter?" Delphini asks, looking over to her older counterpart confused, but when Voldemort says nothing and continues to look at the girl impassively, waiting for an actual answer from her, Delphini sighs, "No, it didn't, it evolved into something more consensual after a while, it's just that what happened at the graveyard set us back a bit," she says with a huff, clearly not happy with it, "But we'll get back to it sooner or later, we have all the time in the world after all," Delphini says with a wicked smile.

Voldemort says nothing for a moment, just looks at Delphini with empty scarlet eye's before nodding her head and walking away, Delphini just shrugs before opening the door and walking in with a call to her "Pet".

Barty was waiting for her when she got back to her study with a few documents from Wizengamot that needed her signature, Barty Crouch was an odd man as well as a useful one. He was happy to serve her with the promise of absolutely nothing in return, it didn't matter the job or task, all he would do when told something was nod his head and say "At your command, My Lady,". She was sure the man was in love with her in some way but had never expressed in any other way but total and complete servitude, which she respected more than anything else. So when she had signed everything needed and had poured herself a drink because Mother-Magic knew she needed one, she stopped him before he left.

"Barty," Lady Voldemort says, stopping the man from leaving her study as he turned to her with a raised brow, "If I were to ask you to do something for me that may be a bit traumatic for you, would you do it?" she asks, turning to look at Barty while leaning on her desk, drink in hand.

To the man's credit, Barty only blinks twice before answering, "Without question, My Lady," he says, and Voldemort smiles at him.


Harry Potter

Harry wouldn't see Voldemort for another two weeks, though he did see Delphini almost every day, she had all but moved into his room to play her games. She had to bind his hands down to do anything to him thanks to them being in the real world now, it was no longer a battle of wills to see who got to be on top and she had a wand, his wand to be exact, and would regularly have to stop him from trying to lash out at her.

She had even used the cruciatus curse on him a few times when he had almost won, it was like when she first started to torment and torture him, Harry felt hopeless, used, and disgusted with himself all over again.

"When you learn your place again, Pretty Kitty, I'm sure we'll look back on this and laugh," she had said one night after she was done with him and decided to snuggle up to his side afterward while he was locked in a full body bind. Harry hated it, hated her, and hated being here. But he had no way to escape and with everyone dead, no one was going to mount a rescue. The only upside was that he had woken up one morning with a familiar feathery face looking at him, along with his Hogwarts trunk resting at the end of his bed, the only things missing from it were his cloak and his leather jacket, which pissed him off, but didn't surprise him.

The best thing was Hedwig would attack Delphini every time she entered the room and would stop at nothing to chase her out, unfortunately, she was never successful. Delphini would always stun her before locking her back in her cage. Harry was surprised when Delphini didn't try to kill Hedwig as she had done with everyone else, and Harry knew Delphini wanted to, he could feel it through the link he, Voldemort, and Delphini shared, but the psycho never tried anything beyond stunning Hedwig, Harry didn't know why but he was glad for that.

Harry was laying on his bed, Hedwig tucked into his side snoozing away as Harry just looked at the ceiling wondering when next Delphini was going to invade his room and if he could hit her with a chair or not before she could do anything. So, he was completely caught off guard when someone knocked at his door. Harry raised his head off the fancy feather pillow he was resting on and slowly turned it to look down at Hedwig, who was now awake and looking at him just as confused as he felt.

"Did someone really…" Harry begins to ask his owl when, once again, a knock sounds throughout the room, causing him to look up at the door before looking back down at Hedwig, who does the owl equivalent of a shrug, before Harry sits up and calls out sounding as confused as he felt "Come in?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the door swung open and in walked Voldemort wearing, of all things, a black sundress with red roses embroidered all over it and a black leather jacket, Harry was pretty sure it was his black dragonhide leather jacket, his eyes narrow in suspicion as she walks in, her hair back to being long ringlets that fall down her back as her, now more feminine face, smiles at him, she wasn't alone either. A tall man with sandy brown hair and blue eyes, wearing dark brown robes walks in behind her, before shutting the door.

"Mister Potter, how wonderful to see you again," Voldemort says with a polite smile as she moves with an otherworldly grace as she sits down on one of the chairs, as the man stands behind her off to the right, "I do hope you're finding your amenity all right, even though I do think you find your other constant company, shall we say, less than welcomed?" Her smile was that of a thousand-watt bulb and as captivating as the full moon.

"Ummm," was Harry's polite and well-thought-out answer.

"Hmm, yes, as I thought," Voldemort says as she folds her hands neatly on her lap, "Mispsy, some tea if you could be so kind," she says, and no sooner than she does a tray appears on the low coffee table, "Well, you'll be relieved to learn then that I have sent Delphini and Bellatrix out on a little Phoenix hunt and I fear they won't be back for a few days, so I had the thought that you should not to waste such reprieve from Delphini's tender mercies with just waiting for her to return and we could do something a bit productive," she informs Harry as she sets about making them tea.

"Is that my jacket?" Harry asks, finally getting over his momentary surprise.

Voldemort looks up with a smile that could melt a glacier with its warmth, "Why yes, yes it is," she says, not at all bothered by her grand theft jacket, "I found it quite warm and cozy so I may have borrowed it for a bit, now come along, Mister Potter, come to have some tea and biscuits," she says with a wave of her hand and Harry sighs before sliding off the bed as Hedwig flies over to Voldemort's chair, and lands on its arm, Voldemort reaches over and begins to pet Hedwig as Harry takes a seat.

Harry sits quietly as Voldemort hands him a cup of tea with a smile, he doesn't take a sip as he looks at her as they both fall into an awkward silence for a moment, Harry looking down at his cup and Voldemort looking everywhere but Harry now, until the man behind Voldemort does a small cough.

"Oh, right, where are my manners? Do-Mister Potter, this is Barty Crouch, he's my right-hand man and-" but before she could continue Harry cuts her off.

"The man who helped torture the Longbottom to insanity," Harry says looking up at Barty who smirks at him.

"Oh, you know about that, huh?" Barty says, not moving from his spot, and Harry just glares at him.

"A bit rude, but yes, he had a hand in that," Voldemort admits with a nod of her head, "But we aren't here to talk about the past, Mister Potter, we are here to continue where we last left off," She admits with a smile.

"Left off of what?" Harry asks, looking away from the man and to Voldemort.

"Your private lessons, Mister Potter," Voldemort says before taking a sip of her tea, "We used to have them three times a week back at Hogwarts, I thought we would pick it up a bit again," She tells Harry, this time looking at him in the eye, and Harry sees something flash in her eyes (and feels it flash through her mind, something like fondness) before her smiles falter a bit as she sees the look of pain (and feels it) on Harry's face.

"Why?" Harry asks, confused.

Voldemort opens her mouth, and a moment of hesitation passes on her face before she answers, "Because I think it would be good for you, for us both, it becomes very hard to focus on tasks when I have your emotions bleeding into me all the time, Mister Potter," she answers with a placating smile before placing down her tea and standing up a knobby wand falls into her hand and with a wave of it she sends the everything near the hearth that wasn't Harry and his seat to the back by the bookcases and motions Harry to stand up.

"Now, the spell I want to teach you will take a great deal of focus and power when you first cast it, and a great deal of willpower to keep it maintained once you have, while not very advance, it is tricky to get down," Voldemort says as Harry stands up and walks forward to watch Barty reach into his coat and take out his wand before handing it to Voldemort before standing still in front of Harry with the same annoying grin on his face.

Voldemort slips into the pocket of her (his) jacket, before reaching into the jacket and pulling out a wand that looked like it was carved from a bone or a piece of ivory before holding it out to Harry Handle first with a slight smile and a curious look to her eyes.

"That's not my wand,"

"No, it's not, but I'm fairly certain that it will work for you,"

"Who's wand is it?"

"Does it matter, Dodg-Mister Potter,"

Harry flinches at the name before he reaches out to grasp the handle of the wand, before a soft gasp, as he felt his magic leak out of him and infuse the wand with eagerness, Harry blinks down at the wand, it felt like his own. Voldemort smiles softly at his reaction before turning around to look back at Barty, "Now, Barty here has volunteered to be our little test subject so I must ask you to be kin-" she starts to say before noticing Barty's face twisting in anger.

Voldemort turns around to find Harry leveling the wand at her chest.

"Why you little-" Barty begins to growl out in anger and steps forward to interpose himself between Harry and Voldemort, but stops once Voldemort raises her hand to stop him.

She looks at Harry, her smile gone from her face, "You have me at wand point, now what Mister Potter?" she asks with a raised brow and a tilt of her head.

"Let me go," Harry says, leveling his wand at her chest.

"No," Voldemort says.

Harry lets out a sigh and regrips the wand, "Let me go, Now or-" he says firmly and Voldemort cuts him off.

"Or what, Mister Potter? You'll kill me?" she asks.

"Yes," Harry says through the teeth he was gritting.

Voldemort looks at him for a long moment, her face blank before she speaks again, "Then do it," she tilts her head and takes a step closer to Harry, "You know the words, I'm more than certain that you have the power needed to cast it, and in case you didn't know, the wand movement is the shape of your scar, from top to bottom," she says before taking another step to Harry, "But you need to want it, Mister Potter, and out of everyone in this world you have more reasons to hate me than anyone else, more reasons to want me dead," she takes another step forward, the point of her own wand hovering over her chest by an inch, "So, go ahead, Mister Potter and give your best shot," her face doesn't change, but Harrys does, flashing through different emotions and each one Voldemort could practically taste.

"Avada Kedavra," Harry says, drawing a lightning bolt in the air, but there was no rushing sound, no green light, nothing. Voldemort just smiles down at Harry's confusion.

"You have to mean it, Mister Potter, you have to want it," she says, her smile growing a bit wider as the boy looks at her, "And it would seem, that you don't want to kill me," she almost laughs at the shocked, angry, and confused look on Harry's face as she takes a step back and gestures to Barty, "Now, back to what I was saying beforehand," and her smile does leave her face for the rest of the day.


Delphini Lestrange

Four days, she was gone for Four Days! Days she could have been with her pet, breaking him down, conditioning him to her liking, but no! She and Bella had to chase a few wild Phoenix's to dead ends and empty houses, it was a maddening way to spend time when she could have been home, snuggled up with her favorite pet.

The first thing she did when she got home took a shower, cleaning herself of all the dirt, sweat, and blood gathered in her hunt for what remained of the Order, as her older self called it, then a long bath of oils and rose petals in hot waters to relax her muscles and soften her skin for what was to come, before making sure she looked perfect for her Pretty Kitty, oh what fun she had in store for her pet, she thinks she'll try a few of the curse that she had found in the Malfoy library on him, to watch him squirm, to hear him scream, to watch him bleed! She squirms in her seat as she brushes her hair in anticipation.

Once she looks perfect she again puts on the simple black silk robe that she wears to get to the cage of her pet, most of the time while with him she spends naked, so any other clothes were just a hindrance at best. She leaves her room in the west wing and quickly makes her way to the secret door, all but dancing with what's to come, Harry's wand in the pocket of the robe she was wearing. But as she opens the door and walks in with a grin, she doesn't see her pet anywhere, but she does see someone she wasn't expecting to see, for she normally avoids this room.

Delphini narrows her eyes at the woman sitting and lounging on the sofa in the room, Voldemort was in a simple white blouse and black slacks looking as androgynous as ever with long straight black hair and staring at her with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Delphini asks.

Voldemort's smile sharpens, as she says, "Oh, you know, just enjoying the show,"

"What show?" Delphini asks, confused just before she senses movement off behind her and to her right, she turns to look and finds herself looking down the point of a wand, Her Wand, and Harry, half visible thanks to the cloak he was wearing, holding it. Delphini's eyes go wide as her hand goes for the wand in her pocket.

"Imperio," Harry says, cold and hard and full of hatred.

And Delphini's world fell into bliss as all her power and control were ripped from her.


Voldemort's applause fills the apartment that was Harry's cage, Harry was breathing hard and he could feel Delphini's will struggle under his own but he keeps it under his control as he looks at her bright eyes and her smiling face.

"Well done Mister Potter, well done indeed!" Voldemort says as she stands up, walking over to her two living Horcruxes, "See, I told you, you could do it," her smile was infectious, and Harry turned to grin at her, it was a small one, but it was a grin nonetheless.

Voldemort walks over to Delphini and reaches into the pocket of her robe and removes the Holly wand from it, Harry watches her and shuffles in place, "Now what?" Harry asks Voldemort, as she spins the wand in between her fingers as she walks around behind Harry.

"Now? Now, you get to have her do whatever you want Mister Potter," Voldemort tells him as she wraps her arms around him from behind and places her chin on the top of his head, "I'll be removing her from the ward that keeps the door locked and you inside, and if you behave and not try to escape using her, maybe we can revisit the conversation about you leaving this room, hmm?" she says before taking her chin off of him as he looks up at her with wide surprised filled eyes, and she looks back with a soft smile.

"Anything I want?" Harry asks, and Voldemort nods, her smile never leaving her face.

"So long as there is no permanent harm done to her and you do not kill her, she's all yours," Voldemort says as she lets go of Harry and walks to the door, and opens it before looking back at Harry, "You have her until she breaks out of it, so, do enjoy your time with her, Harry," she says before leaving her younger self to her much-deserved fate with a smile.


Chapter done!

And yes, Harry rapes and tortures Delphini constantly after this point.

So, my Lady Voldemort is a bit odd, she is pretty Genderfluid (as much as I, a straight white male understand that term) that's female leaning, she goes from roguish and boyish, to androgynous, to the goth girl, to "Queen of Darkness, look upon my beauty and tremble," she becomes what she needs to be in whatever situation calls for it, she sheds them like a snake sheds its skin when she doesn't need them.

She is also VERY Demisexual, she is attracted to power and those who have it. So yes, she fucks Bella on the regular.

But this was a very interesting chapter, and the good news is, we're not done! I have one more chapter to do for this, a final act.

The bad news is, It won't be out for a few weeks because I'll be going back to my other story after I post this.

Anyway, comments? Questions? Want to tell me how I used the terms Demisexual and gender fluid wrong? Write a comment and i'll answer it back.

Kingsaxcul, Out!