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Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Elemental Mage
- 3-Changed
- 4-Offer
- 5-Blocked
- 6-Whole
- 7-Debate
- 8-Secret Room
- 3
- 4
- 5
Chapter 3

Offer

Harry whirled around sharply, his heart in his throat, when he heard his name whispered into his ear. The hot breath tickling his neck sent shivers of liquid terror down his spine. He did not notice the hooded figure getting so close to him and that irked him to no end. He had been so focused on the entrance of the pub, he neglected paying attention to his surroundings properly. Carelessness like this could get him killed, and Harry berated himself harshly because of it. In fact, by all rights he should have already been a crumpled pile of goo by then, considering who sneaked up on him.

The man behind him radiated the unmistakable aura of an Elemental Mage. Although Harry wondered why Voldemort bothered to come for him in person, but he finally concluded it must have been because he did not want anyone (including his own little circle of slaves… er… allies) to know the ´Golden Boy´ was back and was having a friendly chat with The Dark Lord.

"Tom, I presume?" he asked. The man hissed at him.

"The only reason you are not yet writhing in pain for that is because I do not wish to be discovered. Watch your tongue next time, boy!" Harry made a rude noise.

"You thought you were inconspicuous? In that getup? You are like a newbie undercover agent trying to disguise himself with sunglasses and all. Although I suppose a scaly-bold and noseless head would garner even more attention, eh?" he snickered. He did not expect Voldemort to chuckle at his remark.

"It does not matter much in this area. People who come here tend to be… odd." he finished after a moment of thought. Harry snorted at that and lifted the firewhisky from the bar, only to nearly choke on it when Voldemort pulled his hood off.

"Besides, I would say you're the one who's drawing more eyes here. You have no idea what you look like from a stranger's point of view, do you? An average wizard would fear you because of the power you radiate, and the rest… Well let us say you are gifted in terms of genes." Harry finally managed to swallow the liquid and proceeded into a coughing fit at the words. Voldemort had just made a move on him! Yuck! No wait! Voldemort had a nose! And lips! Even hair! Ears too, although maybe a little pointier than what could be considered normal. The situation was even weirder than Ron vomiting slugs.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Harry croaked, clearing his throat from the remains of the strong drink. He tried to get his erratic breaths back under control. For the time being, he quickly shoved Voldemort's more than a little disturbing notion of complimenting him to the darkest and most secluded part of his mind and addressed the other matter at hand; Mr. Forky Tongue actually looked human. Even when he channeled an absurd amount of magic into his sensory sight, he could not see a trace of any kind of illusion besides the one covering the red in his eyes. The man really did look like that. Shaking himself out of his lockdown, he quirked an eyebrow, going for the 'unfazed but interested' look.

"Impressive improvement. New image?" Voldemort looked amused.

"Why the surprise? I thought I made it clear; not everything is as it may seem. Use your head, Kit." Did that mean this was his real face? Or was the bald and scaled one the original? He looked nothing like the teenager Harry saw in the Riddle diary a few years back. He tapped a finger on his chin irritably.

"Don't lecture me! And do not call me that, it's gross." It was a bizarre situation in by itself; Voldemort sitting next to him, calmly giving some 'heartfelt' advise, instead of shooting off killing curses like a stuck machine gun. Harry was getting more confused by the minute. He had anticipated an all-out duel as soon as they lay eyes on each other, or at the very least a positively frostier atmosphere. But here they were, sitting in a pub, chatting like long time buddies. How weird was that? He nearly giggled into his recently refilled glass.

"So what do you want?" Harry had made it a point to check up on Ron and Hermione that day. He had come for the meeting directly from their place and despite their continuous nagging to tell them what had him so riled up, he told them nothing. Worrying them would have been a very bad idea, if the past was anything to go by. Sure, they needed to get reacquainted, catch up on the four-year-gap in their relationship, but he had no doubts they would have done something stupid if they had known; like following him or organizing a rescue mission. He could not afford the distraction of looking out for them if the shit hit the pan.

"Nothing you wouldn't have done on your own anyway." Voldemort smiled. Before Harry could do as much as twitch, the man had his wand jabbing into his ribs. Harry lifted his hand to defend himself, but he was not fast enough; the curse hit him directly below his heart. He had a moment to congratulate himself on his uselessness before the world around him went dark and he slumped forward into Voldemort's arms like a rag doll.

Harry opened his eyes groggily, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. It was more like a dome actually, with magical creatures of all kinds painted all over it. There were species there he did not even recognize, despite all the years he had already spent as a wizard, like the purple feline-looking animal nearly the size of a baby whale, if comparing it to the dragon beside it gave it any justice. As he continued watching the images in a mesmerized trance, he heard a soft clinking sound as his arm got lifted from beside him. He shifted his head slightly to define the source of interruption before comprehension slowly dawned.

His magic gave a stir at the touch of the Dark Lord. Harry felt a violent shiver run through him and snatched his hand back with a start. What the hell was that? He stared at Voldemort puzzled, but the man just quirked a brow quizzically. Had he not felt it? It was as if his very core resonated with anticipation of power, shooting pleasurable waves through his body. If it was not the man bending over him, then what had caused it? Wait, bending over-

"Shit!" Harry jumped up with a fluid movement, getting as far from the other man as possible. Although he greatly suspected a couch between them would not be enough to stop anyone from getting a hold of him, let alone one of the most powerful wizards alive, it did give him a modicum of comfort to know he did his best, given the unfortunate circumstances. "You bastard!"

A curse was already at the tip of his index finger, ready to be released, when it suddenly died down. The spell was snuffed out like a candle hit by water, dissolving as if it had never been there. Harry stared at his hand, uncomprehending. After a few shocked moments his head shot up and he glared at his enemy. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Not to worry, it's nothing permanent. I sealed your magic for your stay here; I can't have you attacking me in my own home after all." Voldemort told him with a careless shrug. Harry had the burning desire to go after him anyway, if only to strangle the daylight out of him by sheer physical force. He could not even change into his animal form like that. He lifted his hand to his throat, feeling the uncomfortable metal there.

"Shit! You put a collar on me? What the fuck?" Shame colored his cheeks at the thought.

"I will take it off in due time. It is the seal that prevents your magic from leaving your body. And no, you cannot take it off on your own; it is keyed to my blood." the man added when he saw his efforts to claw the offending thing off.

Adding fuel to the fire, he was pissed off at himself for revealing Hand of Merlin so fast. He intended to use his wand in the beginning, figuring he could reserve the wandless magic as a trump card for later, more dire times. But he had let his guard down and got himself knocked out not even ten minutes into their meeting with Voldemort, giving ample chance for the other to search him thoroughly in his unconscious state. He mentally patted his shoulders in acknowledgement. 'Nice go, Harry. Good to know the last four years of hard work paid off'. The only redeeming feature in the mess was that the artifact could not be taken off him without cutting off his hand. Not that that could not backfire.

"I would suggest you sit down and hear out what I have to say. Unless you would like me to make you…?" Harry glared at him with an intensity befitting an angry rhino, but he cautiously inched closer and sat on the couch, as far from Voldemort as possible. The man had the nerve to smile at him before he spoke again.

"So how do you like my home? I noticed your fascination with the design above?" Harry gaped at him incredulously.

"Tell me you have not brought me here to discuss your tastes in art? Get to the point!" Voldemort sent him a withering glance.

"You are a guest in my home and I suggest you act as such. It's only right to give the host some basic courtesy. Addressing me with respect would be a good point to start." Harry scoffed. 'Guest', he says?

"You threatened my friends to lure me into that bar, then kidnapped me. Not to mention your numerous attempts to kill me in the past." Harry frowned. "Although I don't get why you stopped that in favor of having a chat with me. I don't suppose you lost your mind compl-"

"Crucio." It was said so calmly, so casually, Harry did not even know what flew at him until it was too late to duck. Then came pain. He tumbled off to the floor, agony lacing through every fiber of his body. He refused to give the snake the satisfaction of hearing him scream, and he lifted his head to stare at him with contempt through the haze of pain he was in. He was on his knees, his fingers digging into the soft cushion of the seat. He saw Voldemort's mouth twitch before he lifted the curse after nearly a minute. Harry slumped with the relief of the spell leaving his body, panting and cursing heavily.

"Impressive. Not even a sound." Was the bastard happy about that? Harry's rage built inside of him steadily, filling him to the breaking point. He felt his magic strain against the seal, stirring under his skin restlessly. "Even Mr. Lonbottom broke after half a minute. A new record." Harry frowned at him.

"Oh yes, did you not know? A year after you left, the Order raided my previous mansion. Mr. Longbottom was there too, as well as that Mudblood friend of yours and the Weasleys. I took my time to play with them a little before we had to vacate." he said with a careless air around him. Harry felt his magic leaking through the tight confines of the seal, the ever increasing red-hot anger fogging his senses. The lights above them started to flicker and the house shook as in an earthquake underneath.

"Don't you dare insult them!" he said, a glowing breeze stirring the air around him. He slowly got to his feat, still feeling a little shaky, but he ignored the tremors that ran through him. "How dare you speak of them like this to me? I'll kill you! I will, if it's the last thing I do!" his voice thundered in the huge and relatively empty space. Voldemort appeared quite stricken but he schooled his expression remarkably fast.

"Calm down Mr. Potter. I will not have you disrespecting me in my own home, nor anywhere else, for that matter. You will comply with this simple request, especially if you expect me to regard you and yours as anything but the bugs they are."

"Bastard!" Harry repeated helplessly. Voldemort just kept staring at him expectantly. Even though Harry realized that it was hardly the time for bravado, it took him quite some time to get his wayward feelings under control. With the adrenalin rush fading steadily, the effects of the dark curse became more pronounced. It was hard to stand without swaying, so Harry sat back down with closely measured movements, while his body kept absorbing the escaped magic.

"That's better. Don't you want to know why I brought you here?" Harry remained sullen. Voldemort sighed theatrically.

"Such a brat. The reason you're here is because we can help each other. Was it not your desire to defeat Dumbledore? I can help you with that."

"What?" he burst out. "Why should I want to fight Dumbledore, of all people? You are knocking on the wrong door if you think I'll help you win your stupid war!" Voldemort's eyebrows lifted into a mocking expression.

"Tsk, kit, have you forgotten I can hear your thoughts whenever I wish? I knew why you ran away from the very start. I haven't bothered you since then because I saw the possibilities the situation presented. Do not deny your thoughts on the matter, lest I believe it and kill you right now." Harry gulped down the myriads of insults on the tip of his tongue, deciding silence would serve him best. If Voldemort did not intend to finish him off yet, he could use that to his advantage. He had no illusions about the man permanently stopping the Potter-crusade, but it was an unforeseen fortune to get a break on that end.

"So what, you want to work with me now? You want us to be allies?" The word left a bad taste in his mouth. Voldemort chuckled.

"Good to know you are not as stupid as you seem. That is exactly what I said, yes." Harry growled at him, and it came out more animalistic than human. The Dark Lord studied him with interest.

"So you became an Animage? I didn't hear about that yet. What is your other form? For heaven's sake child, I could just go through your memories if I wanted to!" he added with exasperation. "Can you not try to have a civil conversation with me?" Harry almost burst out laughing; a sentence containing 'Voldemort' and 'civil' in a positive context? Ridiculous. And where did he get information on him from? That was something that bothered Harry greatly, but there was not much he could do about it just then. Besides, he doubted the man would simply come out straight and tell him if he asked.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll show you after you took this fucking collar off me." Voldemort only grinned. "So what do you plan on doing? And what do I get in exchange for helping you?"

"Making demands? You're not really in a position where it's warranted, don't you think?" Voldemort stepped closer and sat down beside Harry. He was not as revolting as in his snaky form, but Harry still had the definite urge to jump up and get as far from him as he could. Preferably some continents away. "But very well. What would you want?"

"I suppose I can't ask you to commit seppuku?" Voldemort's lips twitched. "Okay, how about teaching me how to shut you out? I don't want you listening to my thoughts without my knowledge. And Occlumency would not work anyway, I know that already. So tell me a way to do it." Harry had studied Occlumency with fervor during the past four years, but as he had learned more and more on the subject, it had become evident that was not the answer to protecting his mind from the Dark Lord. It would work fine on anyone else using Legilimency, but the connection between them was something else entirely. Building a shell around his mind would not do the trick; Harry discovered their minds were linked together as if they were one. Although they were divided with walls strong enough to keep Harry from being able to break into his nemesis's thoughts, as it turned out it did not work both ways. Voldemort looked thoughtful and he nodded slowly after a few heartbeats.

"I can do that. But I warn you; it will not be easy."

"I don't care." Harry said resolutely. When Voldemort'a hand landed on his thigh though, he jerked away with a startled yelp. "…the hell?"

"What is it?" the Lord looked amused and placed his hand back to where it had been. He slowly rubbed the fabric with his thumb in a circular motion, staring into Harry's eyes intently. "You're no longer an innocent. You look good enough to satisfy my tastes. There should be no problem." Harry gulped down a huge calming breath after sputtering for what seemed like minutes. The powersurges rolling through him, originating from the point contact did not help matters either. He jumped up from the couch, backing away like a rabbit caught in the headlights. The son of a…

"You…! You're… you're GAY?" did he really just ask that of all things?

"What a crude word. If you must know, I have no such reservations. It does not make much of a difference to me whether it's a male or female, provided the subject is to my tastes." Harry kept inching further, getting a little nauseous at the thought of Voldemort in bed with anybody, let alone him. The night of his rebirth kept replaying itself before his eyes with vengeance, and though the man's appearance was now more than acceptable, outstanding even, but Harry could not think of him as anything else but the hideous snake-like thing he came to know him as. Besides, this was Voldemort, the one who killed his parents, the one who made his life miserable and the one who has hunted after him with the sole purpose of murdering him. How was he supposed to reconcile those with the gaze that was directed at him?

"I have one more condition," he choked out. "You will not touch me without my permission, ever." Voldemort leaned back with a slow smile and half lidded eyes.

"Of course." He agreed. Harry watched him, a little dumbstruck. Well, that was easy. Before he had time to ponder on it though, a soft knock sounded from across the room.

"Come in." Voldemort called out, suddenly cool. The door clicked open softly.

"My Lord," Harry heard a familiar voice say. "was your mission successful? The Potter boy-"

Harry gaped at the newcomer. "You…!"

"Oh, hello Potter. Good to see you again."

With this chapter, I'm finally getting to the part in which direction I intend to take the story. Partly, at least. Hope you will like it!

Oh, and I wanted to ask which characters you would like to see pop up in this fic. Any favorites? Obviously I can't comply with every wish, and I have my own ideas too, but if there is someone you'd especially and collectively like, do tell! :D
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