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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
"This is normal speech."

~This is Parseltongue.~

This is silent speech.

Chapter 6

Debate

After the Death Eaters somewhat regained their composure, the meeting commenced without further delay. Harry recognized most of the faces that were present and he watched them with undisguised interest.

He of course knew Snape and Lucius Malfoy and was mildly surprised to note Draco was there as well. Although he was aware it should not have been all that strange, but he had thought the boy would back out at the first opportunity that presented itself, given his cowardly nature. He smirked at the blond, but he obviously did not know who Harry really was. He was sure if he did, he would have had a fit right there.

The others he only remembered by sight; like Nott, Crable, Goyle, McNair, Rodolphus Lestrange, Yaxley, Dolohov and so on. He wondered why the circle has not changed in all those years he had been away. Did Tom enjoy surrounding himself with these degenerates? They were such a sorry bunch; it was a miracle they were capable of tying their shoelaces without help, let alone carry out orders, especially Crab and Goyle. However, he noted to himself wryly, their sons were something even Tom had a hard time to stomach if Harry's suspicions regarding their notable absences had any truth to them.

Cho Chang was missing though. Why had she not been invited? Tom had said he did not want to introduce him yet and – and here he glared at the man currently staring ahead and looking very bored – had even graced him with an alias in order to conceal Harry's identity. So why had he told Cho? How had she known who he was? He was determined to get to the bottom of it whether Tom told him by his own volition or not. Wormtail was also absent from their ranks, but that was not that surprising, considering this was supposed to be Tom's inner circle of trusties, and the rat was anything but.

"… filthy muggles." The words caught Harry's attention and he snapped out of his reverie to pay attention to the conversation. Until then the discussion had only flowed around half-assed plans to overtake the Ministry, the Death Eaters offering increasingly ridiculous strategies Tom did not even bother to acknowledge.

"We should go on a raid soon, I'm getting so bored!" Nott complained.

"You remember that family from last time? When the woman wouldn't die until we let the brat go? Man, that was hilarious! She just kept begging and crawling, and the bitch wouldn't let go of my cloak until I cut her filthy hand off!" Yaxley laughed while banging his fists on the table, calling attention to the so-called hilarity of the story. Harry stared at them with rising ire; these people were scum that deserved no less than what they gave. Did they get off on torturing the weak? Did that make them feel better about themselves? Not that Harry had a problem with torture, not at all, but senseless murder of the innocent set his blood boiling. It was one thing for him to agree to cooperate with Tom and mete out punishment on the deserving, but he would not – could not - approve the ways his Death Eaters operated. Harry hoped, for Tom's sake as well, that he did not expect him to participate in their little hunts. In all honesty, even hearing about it made him want to slaughter the whole lot of them right there.

A loud yelp pulled his attention to his side where Goyle sat, gaping at him fearfully and slowly backing away. Harry regarded him with confusion and noticed the room had gone abnormally quiet again. What was their problem? It was not as if he snapped at them; he did not even change his expression for the last fifteen minutes so much as an eyebrow twitch.

~Calm your temper, boy! Do you want to fry my servants to death?~ Tom's hiss sounded in Harry's mind.

~What the hell are you talking about?~ Harry shot back angrily.

~If you don't calm down you're going to set the room on fire! Concentrate!~

Harry blinked. Fire? What on earth was Snake-face talking about? When he looked down though, he noticed the wooden table was beginning to char at the edge. He watched in absolute fascination as the wood blackened, as if an invisible flame was licking at it, burning the material. Except, there was no fire to be seen at all. Was it really him who was causing it? But his Element was wind! How was this possible?

Harry closed his eyes. He tried imagining happy thoughts to quench the rage inside him. It seemed to be working; the table stopped smoking and the blackening stopped expanding. When he thought about what he would do if someone called him Ted ever again, he mentally grinned with glee and the room heaved a collective sigh of relief.

~What was that?~ he asked, glancing at Tom. ~How did I gain fire? I thought an Elemental Mage could only have one element.~ That was what Grigory had told him in any case, back when he tested him. Recalling it now, his mentor did act a little strange after performing the spell that let him see what Harry would be able to command, but he had thought nothing of it, even forgot all about it as the training commenced.

~I will explain later. Now, would you mind not disrupting the meeting any more than you already have?~

~Aw Tom, I know you're having fun. Don't try to deny it.~ Harry purred. He had the distinct feeling, the only reason they were not firing off curses at each other again after that, was because the man did not want to scare the shit out of his cute slaves any more than necessary. And Harry was sure he was pretty put off with him for the show of strength he demonstrated before. He was the one who was supposed to be the all-powerful Lord after all, not Harry, and mouthing off at him was a nice big red button he should not push on too much. Not in front of his cronies, in any case – Harry silently added with amusement.

"I wonder who the new Minister will be. Much will depend on who they appoint as a replacement for Shacklebolt."

"Lucius?"

Malfoy nodded in his own aristocratic way, sitting with a posture Harry thought ought to have been painful; no one would be capable of keeping it up without a dildo up their arse after all. Tom nearly spat out the water he had been calmly drinking a second ago, and Harry had a moment of indignation at his thoughts being overheard. He realized there was not much he could have done about it and was looking forward to the lessons with Tom more than ever.

"From what I have gathered, Marlene Higgins has the biggest supporting crowd. It is likely she will win the elections."

"That is good news, thank you Lucius." Tom spoke for the first time. "She is a weak-willed light fanatic, it will be easy to manipulate her with the right bait. Make sure Browns and Abraldo know what to do. It is crucial they get to her before she has a chance to act on her own. Understood?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Anything I should know about the Order? Did they make their move yet?" Tom asked Snape in a cool tone.

"My Lord, they appear to be regrouping after our last attack. Dumbledore is almost never seen outside of Hogwarts or their Headquarters." Harry briefly wondered why Tom allowed Snape to live. He had to know about the man's betrayal; he was nothing but a greasy little double agent working for Dumbledore.

"As expected. We have some time now without having to worry about them to set our plans in motion. How long will it take them to rebuild their defenses? When will they attack?"

"One or two weeks, at the most." Tom nodded.

"That's plenty enough. Severus, I trust you'll tell me if anything changes? Good. If you ever see an opportunity for us to corner the old fool, come to me immediately."

"Yes my Lord."

~Why would you trust the two-faced beak with something like that? I'm honestly surprised you're keeping him around for anything other than some 'light' entertainment. I can imagine how wonderful his agonized begging would sound, but you actually trust him with missions?~ Harry sent the thought with a barely concealed snicker tugging at his facial muscles.

~He serves his purposes nicely. I am perfectly aware of his allegiances as well, cheeky brat.~

~Hmpf. Calling me a brat is not getting you in my good graces.~

~Neither will your constant insults get you in mine.~

~Well, right now you are a snake-face, so that's not really an insult, mind you. And Tom is your name.~

~Brat.~

~Snake.~

The gathering was called to an end within the next five minutes and the Death Eaters all left the table as one. Bellatrix was still looking quite dead, lying motionless on the floor, but no one paid her any mind. Harry shrugged and stepped over her body, 'accidentally' landing a kick on her spine for good measure. Tom sighed behind him as they walked to the door, but showed no outward reaction to his follower being so dreadfully mistreated otherwise. As the crowd continued toward the entrance of the mansion and spilled out into the open to apparate, the two of them turned on the corridor leading to Harry's room at the top of the stairs.

"Following me to make sure I don't get kidnapped on the way?" Harry quipped at his silent companion. "A house elf would be sufficient if you're so worried about your treasured guest."

"Hardly." The Lord drawled in a dry tone. "I'm visiting the dungeon. It's the same way."

"You have a dungeon? Who are you keeping down there? Don't tell me it's some poor muggle! Your ideals are really fucked up about this whole hunting business. What did those people ever do to you?" The man stopped so abruptly, Harry did not even notice and took a few steps before turning to look back. He winced slightly as he saw the expression on Tom's face; he may have managed to upset the man for real this time.

"Those weak bugs don't deserve any better treatment!" his voice was shaking with barely contained furry. "The filthy animals are less than dirt under my feet, and I would advise you not to mention this in the future again. Do not question me like that unless you want to be dead by the next day. I will not tolerate disrespect." he finished, walking closer to Harry menacingly.

"How are they any less than you? Just because they don't have magic it doesn't mean they are completely useless. Their technologies are amazing, if you'd but bother to take notice." Tom grabbed Harry by the neck, slamming him into the wall. He snarled at him, baring his pointy teeth, the slits on the middle of his face flaring wide. Harry decided this probably was not the right time to mention his promise about not touching him.

He began calling for wind, preparing to throw the enraged man off him. Nothing happened though, except for a small breeze rushing past them. 'Don't panick don't panick don't panick' he repeated it like a mantra to himself. Why was his element not responding properly? Harry tried again; this time the wind did come, but absolutely ignored Harry's bidding, getting stronger and stronger until he had to release it or risk getting seriously injured himself. What the hell was happening? Tom laughed at him cruelly, flashing crimson boring into emerald green.

"What is it little Mage? Has your Element deserted you?" he leaned closer and tightened his hold, almost completely cutting off Harry's air. "I'm afraid it won't be so easy; you have now gained fire with your true personality surfacing. This means you will have to relearn controlling both – wind and fire as well." Shit. Harry lifted his hand to curse Tom with the nastiest spell he could think of, but the man grabbed his wrist and lifted it above his head, forcing it to the wall. As much as Harry struggled, the other's physical strength was undoubtedly superior to his own, even if it was hard to admit it.

"Jesus, calm down! What is your problem?"

"You will not disrespect me this way! I am the Dark Lord, one of the most powerful wizards ever born! I will end any life as I see fit and no one has a right to question it! The disgusting muggles and Mudbloods deserve what they get!"

"Why would they deserve it? You're a Half blood yourself! And you can't condemn every last one of them based on the limited experiences you have from your childhood!"

"Don't you ever mention that again!" Tom spat while tightening his hold.

"What you're doing is nothing but mindless slaughter! You're not going to gain anything by it besides fear and animosity!"

"I am the leader of a revolution! A war! There is no change brought without death! How dare you scorn me, insolent fool!"

"Yes, they are bound to be causalities in a war; senseless death is not something we can avoid entirely. But, that does not mean it should be encouraged! What is the point of killing off all the muggles anyway? Without them, wizards would gradually die out as well!" Tom stared at him without blinking. Harry took that as a sign he could continue without being on the receiving end of a killing curse for the moment.

"If you don't allow muggle-borns entrance into the wizarding world and the freedom to learn magic, only reserving the rights for the Purebloods, interbreeding would inevitably cause the decrease of new births and would increase the amount of children with disabilities; most noticeably the lack of magic. Every third baby in Pureblood families is already born as a squib! If that does not convince you, you are a bigger idiot than I have ever imagined!" Harry took a raspy breath as Tom's fingers loosened allowing air through his bruised windpipe.

"Can't you see? Fresh blood is needed for the magic to prosper – cutting the new lines off by the roots is little more than suicide for the wizarding culture!" Tom regarded him through narrowed eyes.

"Although what you say may not be completely stupid, I still hate muggles. I will kill any of them when and where ever I like. I will simply not wipe out all of them and will allow them to breed." he hissed angrily.

"And if I say I will help you if it stops? I will willingly join your cause if you lay your notion of murdering innocent people at every turn to rest. As a matter of fact, your goals do make sense; you're just going about it in the wrong way. I could help you if you would listen to reason for once and stop wallowing in self pity and unreasonable hate."

"What makes you think you are valuable enough for me to even consider this?" Harry snorted at that.

"If you did not think I was useful I would have been dead the second we met at that pub, maybe even before. So? Do we have a deal?" Tom was silent for a few moments and Harry very much hoped he was considering the offer, not the various ways to kill someone slowly and painfully.

"I will think about it." Harry grinned at him. The effects of the polijuice potion have been steadily wearing off during the Harry-strangling session and Tom had by then morphed back into his original appearance. Harry supposed that answered why Nagini had always been kept so close; she had to be the donor.

Tom's hand that had been resting on Harry's neck slowly trailed across his collarbone continuing down a path toward his chest. Harry only noticed what an awkward position they were in after his brain registered the seductive touch Tom switched to; he was forced against the wall, his hand held above his head with Tom standing between his legs, his body tight against his own. A thigh rubbed against his most sensitive area, making him shudder. Tom bent down further and nipped at the sensitive flesh behind his ear, trailing feathery kisses downwards. He lifted his head slightly, giving Harry a positively predatory smirk, before moving back to his earlier task. To Harry's horror, he was beginning to react in a most basic manner and it did not take long for Tom to notice. The man chuckled darkly and growled against the small part of flesh his tongue had been attached to.

"Get. Off. Me." Harry gritted out. He still hated the man with a passion, despite the mutual understanding they have reached earlier. It was disgusting to even think about the two of them together in that manner and he was even more disgusted with himself for reacting to it. Not that he had any choice; any man would react the same way to this kind of stimulation! Right?

When Tom ignored him, he felt his ire rising again; he was getting almost as angry as he had been during the meeting. Harry encouraged the rage and he did not have to wait long for the effect; the air around them grew hotter and hotter, and as Tom noticed, he abruptly leaned backward to look at him.

"You cannot harm me with fire, kit. You should know that."

"You have made a promise you are now blatantly breaking despite my warning. Do you wish to end our agreement?" Tom lifted an eyebrow at him, as he slowly let go of his hand and backed away a step.

"You were enjoying yourself as much as I was." he glanced pointedly at Harry's crotch.

"Carnifico*1!"

"Crusta Membrana!*2

"Expeliarmus!"

As Tom dodged the last spell, Harry heard a loud crash at the end of the hallway. As another curse came flying at him he conjured a shield instead of jumping away, to get a better look at the source of the noise. The closer he got, the bigger the grin on his face became.

"Hey, Tom! If I get to play with him now, I'll forgive you this once! How about it?" Tom laughed at the abrupt change of attitude, but answered anyway.

"That's what I was going to the dungeon for; Wormtail's quarters are down there as well."

"If you're trying to get in my good graces like that, I assure you it's working."

"Good. That is exactly what I'm doing. He's all yours."

"I really would hug you if I didn't hate you so much I'd rather gut you. No hard feelings though, right?"

Tom chuckled and headed back to his chamber for the night. Harry guessed this meant their lessons would have to wait until tomorrow, not that he minded. He had much better things to do; namely to play cat-and-rat with the traitorous scum that was currently kneeling not even 30 feet away, gathering dropped items he had been carrying on a tray. Harry was looking forward to a delightful evening, made only better by the knowledge that he managed to convince the murdering sociopath about how much better it would be if he discarded the 'murdering' and kept only the 'sociopath'. All in all, it had been a good day.

*1: Beheads the opponent (dark magic)

*2: Peals the skin off the body (dark magic)

A/N:

A new chapter again! XD

I hope you like my dark Harry; I tried to make him more realistic and balanced than completely dark, and I did my best to make it sound right.

He has evil tendencies, but I wanted him to keep some of his good natured traits too.

Reviews will make me super happy, so feel free to leave one if you have some spare time! :)
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