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LOST IN THE DARK.

BY PHOENIX FURY.
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CHAPTER 2:
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Voldemort crept silently closer.

The girl was skinny from malnutrition. Her skin was pale as snow and covered bruises and unhealed bleeding cuts. She was rather tiny, delicate, almost fragile looking.

How was this possible? Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived. BOY Who Lived! BOY!

Harry Potter was not a girl and yet this girl had the same unique scare that he had given Harry Potter.

Lord Voldemort looked around and noticed the owl who sleepily watched him. He was quite surprised she was awake since the gas should have affected her. He could tell she would not last long she was as ill and starved as the girl.

He went over and looked into the amber eyes. Legilimency on an animal was much harder then a human but it could be done.

He watched through her eyes seeing her memories. The years of bars on the windows, the locks on the doors, the degrading words, the small amounts of food, the bloody beatings.

Watched Harry hide his things under floorboards, horde food so he could eat something other then small bits of leftovers.

Then a night of terror. The large man coming for Harry, drunk uncaring of the �Freaks� warning. Bruises painting skin in shades of purple and blue. Crimson liquid dripping down pale skin.

A terrified scream masked by a clap of thunder as the boy was thrown against the all with large hands wrapped around his slender throat trying to choke the life from him.

Then a flash of pure white light ripped through the house.

The body changed from masculine to feminine. Green emerald eyes went blue sapphire before closing shut.

The uncle had been thrown from the room from the force of white light as a girl dropped unconscious to the floor. He had quickly shut the door and locked it tight.

Voldemort blinked back into the physical world and looked from the owl to the girl. How on earth had Harry Potter changed into a girl?

Voldemort sat on the edge of the bed leaning closer to the girl.

A gash was on her temple along with a dark bruised bump. Black eye. Split lip. Bruises jaw. Her wrist looked odd, broken. Bruises around the throat. He could hear her harsh breathing � broken ribs. She wasn�t asleep he realized, she was unconscious and there was blood at the back of her head soaking her pillow.
Voldemort debated for a long silent moment.

She would be so easy to kill, put a pillow over her face and suffocate her or pour poison into the water beside her bed.

Or leave her to her relatives mercy� or what?

�

Take her with him?

And do what?

Harry Potter would never side against the Light� unless�

Use of potions and spells could turn her to his side somehow.

And what about his Death Eaters?

They would never accept Harry Potter� except she didn�t look like Harry Potter, give her a different name, hide the scar and �

And there wasn�t anyone at the Manor except him Nagini and house elves since everyone was recovering from magical drain. And when there wasn�t a meeting he preferred privacy.

No one knew what had happened to her. The uncle hadn�t seen the transformation, too busy closing the door.

His mind quickly thinking, jumping from one thought to the next.

No matter what he chose the Light would lose their precious hero. But he couldn�t resist taking her, he didn�t have anything to lose.

First he needed to get her out and heal her.

He looked at the owl who was looking at her mistress. She would not survive, unlike her mistress she was too far gone, and would barley last more then another day. Harry seemed to be sustaining herself by magic and stubborn will. Voldemort put the poison he always carried with him into her empty water container; it was quick, untraceable and painless, and then added the water from the tray by the door.

He went back to Harry and waved his hand over her, bandaging her wounds. He then gently wrapped the threadbare sheets around her and picked her up.

She was as light as a feather in his arms.

He then left the room as silently as he had come.

In moments he was back in his quarters.

He walked to his bed and lay the girl down. He vanished the clothes with a wave of his hand leaving her naked over his dark emerald green sheets. He ran a medical scan spell and assessed what he needed to do.

Again, he slowly inspected the girl�s body. Long slender thin limbs but muscled lightly from playing Quidditch he imagined. Tiny thin waist that he suspected he could very easily span with his hands. Easily counted ribs. Surprisingly generous handfuls of perfectly round breasts with large dusky pink areolas.

He had the sudden out of the blue thought that if taken care of she would be quite beautiful. He shook his head and focused on her face.

Her face was well sculpted, with defined high cheekbones, delicate arched eyebrows and a perfectly proportioned nose. Framed by messy dark black hair with natural dark red wine highlights mixed through the waves. His gaze strayed to her mouth; her lower lip was fuller then her top and both a raspberry red colour.

He went to his own private potion lab. He preferred to make his own potions while Severus Snape made potions for the rest of the Death Eaters, and like Severus found potion making relaxing at times.

He hated anything medical and preferred to look after himself so he had learned a lot about healing so he had supplies on hand for any emergency. He got various bandages and pads as well and went back to his patient. He got bottles of Blood-Replenishing Potion, Skel-Gro, Bruise Cream, Wound-Healing Potion which would help him heal the girl.

Then he got bottles of Draught of Living Death, an extremely powerful sleeping potion, so that he could plan everything without interruptions or the complication of the girl waking before he had everything ready and Confusing Concoction which made the drinker confused and Draught of Peace to calm and sooth her when she woke up.

He went back and carefully checked her skull. He carefully healed the wound and making sure there were no blood clots or permanent damage. She would have a very bad concussion but it was no longer fatal.

From the medi-scan he could see several bones showed signs of having been broken, some had not knitted right and were very distinctive. He removed the bones that needed to be re-grown to hide who she was as well as be fully functional � every finger and toe, ribs, jaw, cheekbones, collarbones, the left wrist since his - her - right had been broken in second year he remembered Malfoy telling him and obviously been healed properly.

Then he made her swallow Skel-Gro to re-grow the bones back. Some of the bones that had been broken before were clean breaks and healed well even without medical attention leaving little sign of the break, a Bone-Strengthening potion would take care of the little signs as well as strengthening the bones but it couldn�t heal shattered or badly mended bones which was why he had re-grown them.

Nagini came in and laughed at the expression on her face as she saw him to tend to the girl. He explained that the girl was not a threat and not to bite or harm her in any way. Nagini merely rolled her eyes and went back to his gardens looking for more food.

Then he summoned a bowl of warm water and a flannel, then gently and carefully cleaned her body with the flannel and cleaned out every open wound with the Wound-Healing Potion, watching the smoking purple liquid heal up each wound not leaving a mark. He looked for any identifying spots or marks or scars and carefully applied a bright orange mixture over the top of them.

As he was doing so he noticed the moonlight shining on her left hand. There was something there� He gently picked up the fragile looking hand and ran his long slender fingers over the skin.

�I must not tell lies.�

The cuts were so small he hadn�t noticed. They were still red and he applied the Wound-Healing Potion but it didn�t work. He cast a spell and found there was a poison in the cut that stopped it from closing and healing over. He had heard from the children of his Death Eater�s that Miss Umbridge had used Blood Quills in detentions.

He ground his teeth together; no wizarding child should be treated in such a way. He summoned an Anti-Poison Potion and then put Wound-Healing Potion in again and watched it work. Soon the cut closed healed into a scar and then he put some of the bright orange mixture over the top.

Then making her drink a potion that would get rid of them, as long as the scar or wound wasn�t made with magic you could usually get rid of them with magic, leaving her skin unblemished and unmarked, no identifying marks except the one on her forehead.

He rubbed Bruise Cream into the dark bruises over her pale skin to help them fade quickly as well as take away the pain. Corrective Restorative Draught and Vitamin and Mineral Enhancer would help with general health and immune system since they contained the above average daily requirement of what the body needed. This would bring Harry back to full health.

Voldemort found it very surprising that Harry was not saved from years of abuses. It was possible that Dumbledore didn�t know but if he didn�t then he was blind fool.

The signs were obvious. Overlarge clothes yet Harry was tiny. Pale sickly appearance. From what he knew Harry didn�t look forward to going home and had no contact while at Hogwarts with the muggles.

Maybe they were just obvious to him. But he didn�t understand how Dumbledore missed it. Then again he hadn�t known until he had gone there.

She would peacefully sleep for at least a week while he thought about what he was going to do, plan it and set everything up.

First he had to mask her signature so no one could find out he had Harry Potter, that involved a complex Signature Masking Potion. Voldemort sighed and stood up and went to his potion lab and started brewing the potion.

As the potion simmered he went to his desk but couldn�t sit still so he then went back to the bed and the figure lying in it.

He looked at her� she really was very beautiful, Voldemort thought.

Soft looking pale skin. Those full pouty lips, he wondered if they were as soft as they looked. He remembered tending to those long slim legs� he wondered what they would be like wrapped around his waist. Round breasts cradled in his hands, those nipples in his mouth� he wondered what noises she would make. Maybe a purr like a lion or whimpers?

�A Love potion,� his mind whispered, �would bring her willingly to your arms; she�d beg to be there.�

But that would take the challenge out of it. He liked manipulating and tricking people to his way of things, it was harder but more of a challenge.
And there was no way she�d agree considering the past�

The past�

What if she didn�t know her past?

Amnesia� give her a few drops of potion that would increase attraction and since he would be the only person she would see she would be attracted to him and open to his advances.

He licked his lips at the thought of her begging him to take her.

He pondered the plan�

Make Harry forget about Harry Potter, Hogwarts, friends; basically everything to do with the past.

Harry would wake up not knowing anything about who she was so he would have to create a story.

Got to make it believable, mix the lies with the truth.

Family had beaten her so that�s how she got hurt and lost her memory. He could use that to make her hate muggles to draw her to his side. And it was the truth so easy to remember.

Then Voldemort rescued and healed her.

Voldemort good guy.

(That�s going to be the tricky part, even without her memory there is no way she will be attracted to a murderer. Well not right away.) Voldemort thought.

Have to do it slowly, manipulate her, use some potions� Voldemort thought as he made his way back to the potions lab and continued with the Signature Masking Potion and make up some meal shakes for her to drink and gain back much needed weight.

After it was finished he helped her drink it and little of meal shake.
He put a ward around his quarters that allowed no one in but himself the house elves and Nagini, who had her own pluming system to get around the Manor. He wasn�t sure what yet to do with his Death Eaters.

He would have to arrange a new base and lock Riddle Manor up, he did have many properties so that was easy enough.

He sat on a chair facing the bed.

He would have to control his temper and be charming to get her attention. At least without her memories he wouldn�t have to deal with her confusion of turning from a boy to a girl. He himself wasn�t bothered by it, he had been surprised when he first saw her but after tending to her he was over that. He liked either sex, he beded for domination, especially when they were a challenge. Sex was the ultimate way to dominate someone. Making them want to be in your bed, crave it, beg for it.

He could not call her Harry Potter. So what did he call her? He�d have to make a name up.

Well he needed a last name first, that should be simple.

One no one knew so it couldn�t be traced� maybe an old name�

His ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, had married a woman called Siena Firestone. It seemed appropriate for Harry. For every time Voldemort had gone up against him Harry had held fire in his eyes that never dimmed just as his courage never faded.
He chose Siena after Salazar�s wife as the middle name which meant �Everlasting hope.� And to the Light side that was what Harry Potter was, their only hope and now she was his.

But the first name�

Voldemort stood up and went to his books looking for inspiration.

His long fingers trailed over the book spines and then paused at one. Greek mythology.

He took down the book and flicked through the pages for the name he was looking for.

Ara, The spirit of revenge, the Greek Goddess of vengeance and destruction.

Voldemort nodded to himself. He would be erasing Harry�s memories and have to earn her trust and make her fall in love with him to make her loyal to only him. She would fight by his side and cut down his enemies, her friends. Their symbol of hope and light would be their own destruction. He grinned.

Ara Siena Firestone.

And then he glanced at his reflection. He was tall and thin with whipcord strength. Livid scarlet eyes with slits like snake, and a snake flat like a snakes with slits for nostrils. He had white skin, almost translucent.

He had used many magics to rid himself of the handsome looks he had inherited from his father much like he had fashioned a new name that was feared by all.

But he was aware his looks would not attract her to him.

He sighed it would take a some power to create something he could use to hide his true features but he still felt the left over extra power from the ceremony so he had best see to it now.

He had to create the glamour he wanted first and then put it into an object which then would enable him to switch back and forth between the appearances without a wand.

First he looked in the mirror and froze his reflection in the frame. With flicks of his wand he first pulled his nose out so it wasn�t flat and then turned his eyes black that gleamed burgundy brown in the light. He put dark brown hair on his head slicked back so it lay flat against his skull. And then he added some colour to his skin so it wasn�t so white.

Then he gathered some ingredients and started making an object. Two snakes wrapped around his finger with the crest of Slytherin between their fangs; a silver snake in a green shield. He made it so he could turn the shield to either face away or face towards him. He enchanted the snake to lock it in place if he commanded so that if Harry � Ara � knocked his hand the shield wouldn�t turn and give him away.
Then he put the reflection into the crest so when it was turned away from him he was in his natural physical form for when he appeared before his followers and then when turned towards him he could be in his fake form which would attract his prize.

It took a great deal of concentration and when he had finished he tested it in front of the mirror watching his form flash back and fourth.

He yawned finally tired and looked at the bed. She was tiny and wasn�t taking up much space. And he was no gentleman who would take the couch or the bed, well not if she wasn�t conscious to appreciate it.

He disrobed and climbed under the sheets and drifted to sleep.

He was sitting on a golden throne. Opposite him Dumbledore was in chains that held him up from falling on the floor. He looked pale and old, weak and helpless.

�Ah my Black Queen has arrived.� Voldemort said as doors opened.

Then Harry walked in, a black silk robe wrapped around her. Her black hair pulled back from her face, falling to her waist in waves and loose curls. Her lips were glossed cherry red, smoky eyes, black painted nails. A black chocker around her neck with a silver diamond snake hanging of it and thick leather cuffs around her wrists.

She came to stand in front of him; he parted the robe and let it slip down her body to puddle on the floor.

Dressed in black silk underwear; a black corset, a black thong and a garter belt with stockings and high heels, she looked like the very definition of sex.
His once archenemy looked at him with adoring devotion, totally loyal to him.

He touched her forehead and the scar on her forehead appeared. �Let the old man get a good look at you my precious.�

She turned and walked towards Dumbledore, her hips swaying and stood a meter away from the old man looking at him in faint amusement. One hand was tracing her collar bone and the other was on her hip as she looked at him through her eyelashes.

He smirked as he watched Dumbledore notice the scar. �Albus, meet my lover, my Black Queen. I found her broken and I healed her but her injuries made her lose her memory.� He watched the dawning horror on the old face and almost laughed.

�Pet, come here.�

Ara turned and walked back to him. The thong was tied together at each side with red silk bows. He pulled at each side and watched the scrap fall away to the ground.

He pushed aside his robe exposing his naked body, his manhood already hard, wanting, and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him, her legs bent resting either side of his hips on the throne. Her hands came to rest on the top of his throne helping her keep her balance.

His hands pulled her corset down so her breasts were bare and pushed up with the corset sitting below them. He lent forward and captured her lips in a rough and vicious kiss. Their tongue�s met, and Voldemort growled, biting his lover�s lower lip making her moan. Then his hands slid down her back cupping her soft but firm cheeks.

�Rise up precious.�

She moaned as his hands moved and rose up giving Albus the perfect view of where Voldemort�s fingers were.

�Does my pet like that?� He asked enjoying the look on Albus�s face as he watched horrified, unable to even voice a word of protest.

�Oh yes.� She moaned, almost purred as a finger slid into her.

The finger moved in and out of her tight channel, stretching her, until another was added thrusting into her preparing her for his cock. He pulled out his fingers and pulled her forward, positioned over his weeping cock.

She shuddered above him as her hands gripped his biceps, her nails digging into his flesh as she sunk down onto him, his teeth gritting at the too tight grip of her silken flesh.

His patience was wearing; the need to drive into her was eroding his every sense. He felt every ripple, every convulsive tightening of her pussy around the crown of his cock.

He slammed Ara down violently onto his cock, all the way to the hilt, and his lover arched her back, throwing her head back, her hair flying as she let out a scream.

Voldemort looked at the mix of expressions on his lover�s face; pain, desire and pleasure. Voldemort rolled his hips forward slightly, ripping another cry from her.
Voldemort leaned forward to capture her lips once more, dominating and hungry. She answered in kind. Ara urged Voldemort to move with slight press of her hips, and purred moans.

Voldemort broke the kiss and smiled an almost gentle smile, his hands on her hips holding her down in place. The tight pressure of Ara wrapped around his cock was starting to affect his cool demeanour, but he was determined for Albus to see his lover begging and crying for it. For his touch.

He felt the tight walls around him pulse and knew it wouldn�t take much to make her plead for him to move. In the mean time, Voldemort moved his hands to Ara�s nipples, stroking her chest in light touches, making the girl shiver and her flesh come out in goose-bumps. He tweaked one nipple, then moved off to continue stroking the pale skin. The other hand then came up and pinched the other nipple, harder this time, with a twist. He leaned over and licked the nipple just released from his grip, then sucked hard.

Ara arched up into the touch. She was panting heavily now, and he knew that she wasn�t going to survive much more if this. �I could keep you like this all night. Never stopping, never leaving your sinful body.�

�Please...�

�What was that, my precious?� Voldemort asked as he kneaded the first nipple between his fingers.

�P-p-please!� She said once more, in a husky voice.

�Do you want me to fuck you?�

�Yes!�

Ever so slowly, Voldemort pulled his hips back, tiny inch by inch. It was excruciatingly slow. �How do you want me to fuck you, Precious?�

�Ah. Harder. Faster. Please, oh pleaseee!�

Voldemort chuckled and returned to balls deep within her, making her eyes glaze over momentarily.

�Who do you belong to pet?� Voldemort commented, slowly pulling out once more, and when he reached his tip, the point where he was almost slipping out, he rammed back in quickly.

Ara gasped once again at the sudden thrust. There were tears freely falling down her face, she was moaning incoherently, hands clenched on his shoulders, gripping tight. She let out a sob, and tried to lift her hips once more, but Voldemort still had a firm grip on her, keeping her in place.

�YOU! I�m yours, please, please, oh please!� Desperation in her voice.

Finally accepting the begging, Voldemort pulled out swiftly, then plunged back in. He sped up the pace, bouncing her in his lap and Harry cried out in delight. �Oh yes, yes, yesssssss,� she hissed.

Voldemort pulled Ara down onto him almost violently, moans, screams, grunts, yells and groans reverberated around the room.

They kissed wildly hungrily as he pounded into her.

He kissed her shoulder, stroking her skin possessively. �Mine.� He whispered smirking at Albus over her shoulder.

�Yessss,� she hissed in mindless ecstasy, purring in satisfaction.

�My Precious. My Black Queen. My Lover.� Voldemort said stroking down her spine. �Would you give me heirs my pet, grow ripe with my child.�

�Yes!� Ara cried out as he squeezed her ass cheeks.

Then his hands slipped around to her front, Ara�s head snapped back as Voldemort pinched her clit, encouraging her orgasm to come first. And she did screaming his name.

Voldemort felt the pulses and contractions around his cock, the sensations were enough to finish him within one hard thrust, and then Voldemort was lost as well.

Voldemort jerked awake rasping for air with a sticky mess in his lap.

Salazar he wanted that.
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What'd ya think? Like? Hate? Give me a clue here? A bone? (bad word choice) A hint? PLEASE!
Harry is a girl from hence fourth just in case there's any confusion. Wasn't it nice of Voldy to heal our Harry? Though it is of course for his own ends. Isn't he evil?
He seemed to really like his dream of Harry, didn't he?

PHOENIX FURY.

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