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Harry would so barge into Tom’s office not carry if he’s doing anything important. He would be a distraction until he gets what he wants.

That being attention.

Voldemort was a possessive man, it was in his very nature. When the man took on a lover his possessiveness only deepened, To the point of obsession.

Harry potter.

Oh, how he was possessive with the young man to the point he hid him away from the rest of the world, Voldemort knows that everyone else is unworthy of his lover's presence. But when he begs to go to the upcoming ball with those green eyes Voldemort is all too happy to give in.

Until he isn't happy.

The large ballroom was filled with witches and wizards as they enjoyed themselves. Voldemort was speaking with a few of his death eaters when he saw it. Another man talking to Harry.

“You have lovely eyes,” the man commented as he grabbed Harry’s attention “They remind me of something”

“Thanks” Harry replied dryly.

“Would you care for a dance?”

“I don't dance” Harry had wanted to come to the ball to eat and drink. He had also grown curious about what happens at balls because his partner hosted them every few months. But he was mainly there for the food.

The man was either deaf or stupid as he wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist and began to dance slowly.

To say Voldemort was upset was an understatement. The man was murderous. He stalked over to the pair, people parting in his wake, and spoke darkly “Excuse me”

Many people watched as the scene played out.

The man didn't turn, too busy trying to look into Harry’s eyes “What do you want?” the man said rudely.

“Let go of him,” Voldemort said simply as his hand inched closer to his wand.

“No”

“Excuse me?”

“Didn't you hear the first time? I said…” The man whipped his head around before going pale. He let go of Harry as if the young man were hot iron.

“My Lord” the man keeled down. Harry found it amusing at the quick change in character.

“I heard that my husband’s eyes remind you of something,” Voldemort said. It made the man's stomach drop.

“Yes. my Lord”

The dark lord hummed “Then I will remind you”

Taking his wand Voldemort pointed it at the man “Avada Kedavra” In a flash of familiar green the man fell over.

The ballroom was silent. No one dared make a sound.

“Care to dance?” Voldemort asked. Harry let out an amused huff before reaching out a hand for the man to take.

The crowd watched Voldemort and Harry danced. Too busy watching to notice that the body had been collected. The ball slowly got back into swing and the hour passed by before it came to an end.

“Seriously!” Harry shouted the next morning during breakfast “when did they take this?” He handed over the daily prophet to Voldemort, too embarrassed to read the article.

The picture was of the couple dancing with a ridiculous headline.

Voldemort let out a tired sigh. So many people he’ll have to get rid of if things continue on this way.

He’s just sooo!!!! Ahhhh!!!

First time making fanart.

I plan on painting Voldemort and Harry doing stuff sometime in the future

The Armistice

Chapter 2

Notes: None of this is beta-read, enjoy

It was too much. Too much noise. Too much movement. Harry watched as Cedric’s Father cried and latched onto his son. Harry was quick to get to his feet and back away from the growing swarm of people. To think this was how the night's event ended, in disaster.

“Harry my boy please come with me,” His headmaster said. Who was Harry to disobey him so without hesitation he followed the old man to his office. The atmosphere was thick with ever-growing tension as he took his seat in the chair in front of the man's desk. Dumbledore gave him what he would assume to be a comforting smile but it did not reach him.

“What happened Harry,” he said. It was not a question, it was a demand.

“He’s back” was all he could mutter, not even sure he was able to be heard with how low his voice was. He was tired, wanting nothing more than to sleep in his bed. But given the headmaster's expression, it seems his words were heard loud and clear.

“What did he do? Are you injured?”

How odd that he now asked about his well-being but Harry considered that maybe the man just wanted to know if there was a threat before asking.

“He took my wand,” Harry said.

Shock in his voice “Your wand? Did he do anything else? I would assume you did something as you are here as well as can be” Dumbledore spoke as he somewhat slumped in his chair.

At this little moment, Harry could not decide what to say. Should he speak the truth or perhaps a half-truth about tonight's little event? But what good is lying to the man who has cared for him? But Voldemort outright told him he would speak the truth or at least point out lies Dumbledore supposedly said. While the old man only speaks to Harry when the boy must fulfill his duty as savior there is nothing that would indicate the truth, only blindly following.

Shaking his head “No. he took my wand and made me sit while he gloated about his return.” Perhaps the lie will be enough. In Harry's mind like a pendulum going back and forth with thoughts of both men, The headmaster, and the dark lord. The feelings of his headmaster have changed or at least his view of the man. While his view of the dark lord as well have shifted for all his life he has been told the man was cruel and uncaring but the way he spoke and treated the boy in their short time was not what he had expected. It made him feel like an equal and not a child doing what they are told for the sake of being told. How ironic that the dark lord would make him feel that way even if Harry couldn't have known the name of the feeling himself.

“Are you sure you're alright Harry?” the man spoke, causing the boy to sigh slightly.

“I'm just tired is all. It's been an exhausting evening” the boy said as he looked down at his hands in his lap.

“Are you sure? Voldemort is a dangerous man” The man pressed on.

“If it's fine sir I just want to go to sleep and call it a day”

Nodding “Alright. You may go, I have things that must be done now that he has returned,” the man said as Harry rose from his seat.

“What are you going to do, professor?” Harry asks curiously, Wanting to know what will happen next.

The old man chuckled slightly “You don't have to worry Harry, it doesn't concern you. Have a good night” and with that, the man turned his attention to his desk, fiddling to find what he was searching for.

Taking his leave and on his journey to the dorms, his entire trip was filled with thoughts of doubt from his headmaster. It won't be the first no but it would be the first where he thought carefully instead of brushing them aside. If it has to do with Voldemort then it has to do with Harry and Harry would very much like to know what is going to happen if he were to be involved and given the situation he is at the forefront. To be left in the dark is something Harry is growing tired of. His thoughts were put to rest once he had reached the dorms and finally laid down to rest, uncaring if he was still covered in dirt.

Soon days went by without a word from the headmaster, this small act furthered the thoughts of doubt about the man. Harry has taken to solitude where at almost every time of day he finds a way to be completely alone. In his time alone Harry replayed the conversation he had with Voldemort, How from the moment the man saw him he was scarily gentle with him, how he spoke so softly, the touches though few were made with care. Harry was stumped how could that man for all of Harry’s time in the wizarding world been told that the man was dangerous, perhaps it was the boy’s lack of receiving affection in his youth speaking out with the yearning for affection in the back of his mind. But then there is the headmaster. The elder was supposed to be his magical guardian yet it did not feel that way. Yes, he is running a school which makes sense that the man could not make time for Harry but then again the man always seemingly had time for when the boy was needed. How strange that his enemy was so affectionate while his guardian seemed so distant.

Harry got pulled away from his thoughts at the sound of quick footsteps coming from down the hall. The boy kept his head low and continued his plan to wander around the castle but the footsteps keep growing closer and evened out.

“Harry! We've been calling your name. It's rude to ignore people” The sudden sound of Hermione’s voice made Harry's head rise quickly.

“Sorry. Was lost in thought.” He said as he turned around to face both His friends.

“We looked everywhere for you. You weren't in class. You can't just not show up to class” Hermione said in a scolding manner that Harry was too familiar with. Harry was about to speak and defend himself because he had the right to but again she spoke first “Anyway Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office, he said it's urgent.”

“Did he say what it's about?” He asked.

Ron shakes his head “No. He called us up to find you because you didn't show up when he sent you a letter to meet in his office the other day.”

“I didn't get a letter from him,” Harry said. He has been receiving his mail but nothing from Dumbledore.

“Well, it doesn't matter now. Let's go” Hermione said as she and Ron both stood at Harry’s side as the trio made their way to the headmaster's office.

Upon reaching their destination they both told Harry that they will wait for him at lunch, not that he intended to show but he agreed nonetheless. Making his way up to the headmaster's office he entered to find the old man like always at his desk.

“Ah, Harry, thank you for coming. Now I have some news” Dumbledore said as he gestured for the boy to sit. “I have completed what you can call a mission. And I am to tell you that plans have changed”

“Plan sir?” Harry asked.

“For the war. I believe that it will come to an end” the man said which caused the boy to look at the man in what would be assumed to be hopeful.

“How? What did you do sir?”

Looking at the boy carefully, “I met with Voldemort shortly after you said he had returned.” The man watches Harry’s expression go from hopeful to worry in seconds. But before the boy could speak the man continued “Voldemort and I simply had a civil conversation. No one was injured”

“What did you two talk about?” Harry asked after a few seconds.

“Voldemort has agreed to call off the war.”

The man's words shocked Harry. How could this be? He has been deemed the savior since childhood and now there is no need for him. “What? What about me defeating him and saving the world?” he asked, a bit panicked.

“Well, you simply don't need to be the savior anymore.” the man said, trying to calm the boy.

Sighing “What happens now?” Harry asked in a low tone.

There was a heavy silence from the old man as if the things he was about to say were sure to be met with some reaction. “I'm sorry my boy but There was only one way to reason with Voldemort. To fulfill his request would put a stop to the war.”

“And what would that be professor?”

Sighing “I'm sorry but for the good of the wizarding world Voldemort has agreed to stop the war if you were handed over to him. You will be given to Voldemort, that was his request.” The man spoke carefully.

The words rang in Harry's mind as he sat there unmoving in his chair. His breath slowly started to pick up its pace. He was to be treated like an object to be passed from one hand to another seemingly without care. How could he agree to this? Why?

“You must do this Harry. Understand that you will be saving everyone by doing this. You have to” The man's voice told him that there was no room for argument but it wouldn't hurt to try.

“What about me?! What's going to happen to me once he has me” Harry yelled at the man as he shot up from his seat.

“I'm sorry Harry but it must be done for everyone’s safety. You have no choice in the matter as your magical guardian I have decided for you.” Dumbledore spoke calmly.

“Some fucking guardian you are! Do you not even care what will happen to me?” Harry said angrily as he slammed his fist into the wood of the desk. “You're just going to hand me over and send me to who knows what.”

Harry’s anger became too much and in a fit to release some of his rage on the old man he swiped everything off the man’s desk leaving a mess of paper, books, and ink all over the office floor ruining what work the man was currently working on. Harry then turned, ignoring the calls from his headmaster as he stormed out of the office and quickly made it to the dorms where he plans on staying.

Hi hi, I was wondering 2 things

1 - How often do you plan to upload the story here, so I know how often I need to check (does tumblr have email notifications?)

2 - can I do fanart for your work story?

Hello!!

I planned on updating every week or so on here (sometimes I forget about Tumblr sadly)

I'm not sure about email notifications

And please do make fan art, I'd like to see it!!

I so badly want to make fan art but at the same time I'm not confident in my art skills 😭

It’s 5 am and all I can think about is Harry wearing a slutty outfit and some heels during the final battle

Voldemort is so confused and turned on

The Armistice

Summary

After a strange talk with Voldemort in the graveyard Harry begins to question his Headmaster

Chapter 1

In the graveyard, held in place by a statue Harry even though filled with thoughts, wonders why should his life be so difficult, why can't one year be filled with boring classes and life too mundane to be forgotten till he wishes it were simpler when life individually catches up? But he can not have such a thing as his life is meant for as some people would call adventure.

But here and now in this moment of struggling with a statute for freedom as the corpse of a friend, lay out of sight yet not too far away from him. Harry reluctantly watched as Peter performed the ritual that would bring back a man who was after him. If given the chance Harry would be so selfish as to abandon his so-called duty to live in peace. But he can't.

After his blood was taken from him he pondered if death was a viable option for peace, but the thought was swept away like the wind as a figure emerged from the cauldron. As if born like a child healthy without issue this being will wreak havoc on the world simply to watch it burn for its pleasure and curiosity.

The figure in question in all its natural glory is no man yet he is no monstrous beast but a delicate balance of both.

Harry would confess there is beauty in the man's monstrous being. But then again there is beauty in everything.

Voldemort, born anew, was quick to adjust to his new body. With a simple gesture, his servant was all too pleased to give his master his wand. Voldemort, ever the kind master, has rewarded his servant with pain. Peter in his cries thanked his lord.

Harry watched the scene with great attention. Looking at Peter as he rolls and shutters in pain. Moves his gaze to Voldemort, not so surprised when their eyes meet.

With a wide smile, Voldemort is quick to be in front of Harry and watches as the boy begins to struggle more and more to be free. “Oh, how I've waited for this day. At last, I have you” he says all too softly as he runs a hand through the boy's hair.

Leaning away from the touch Harry all but want to yell but there were no words that could come to mind. The man before him was not what he had anticipated. To be fair from Dumbledore’s words he had expected a madman, perhaps he was mad but not in the way he thought. But before he knew it he was met with the damp soil of the graveyard floor, frantically searching for his wand he clawed at the dirt in hopes to find as his life depended on it. The sound of a throat clearing made his head snap up and was met with the sight of Voldemort with a small smile on his inhuman lips, in the man's hand he held the very tool that would be the only saving grace of his life.

“Give that back!” he yelled as he shot to his feet and was able to charge forward but stopped himself when Voldemort raised his hand.

“Tell me what would you do if I gave you back your wand?” he asked with a small smile.

Scoffing “I'll kill you”

“Is that so?” a pause “Is that what Albus wants you to do?”

“Yes! Because if I kill you first you can't kill me!” Harry all but shouted in borderline annoyance.

Voldemort looked at the boy as if he had sprouted a second head for a moment he composed himself. Sighing the man rubbed his temple “We have much to discuss it seems”

“What?” Harry said, struck with confusion.

Sighing with a wave of his wand he conjured two chairs. With a simple gesture, he motioned for Harry to sit which he did with much hesitation. “What exactly has the old fool been telling you? If you tell me what he has said I will answer any questions you have in regards to me.”

Harry had given it thought. That being said he made them sit in silence till he agreed with a sigh “I guess I have no choice in the matter. But I guess it would be beneficial to hear you out. But know I don't trust you”

Humming pleased “It's only natural,” Voldemort said.

Sighing and rubbing his eyes he cursed under his breath “I was told that you are on a mission to kill me to rule all magical Britain. Dumbledore told me that you were insane and that you killed my parents. That you will only bring death in discussion on your path.”

Raising a nonexistent brow Voldemort looked down at the boy before releasing a sigh in frustration “Of course the old fool would lie. To speak the truth I may have killed your parents but I had good reasons to.”

“What good reason was it to make me an orphan!” Harry yelled at the man causing Peter to hide in fear as to what was surely to come.

“It was a matter of production for your well-being,” Voldemort said calmly “You see there is a prophecy that dictates I must protect you”

“Prophecy?” Harry asked

Nodding “Yes. There is a prophecy that states that you are my equal and that we both will change the course of our very world. Dumbledore the fool misunderstood and thought that another war would come and that we must battle. Which is why he tried to hide you away from me.”

“Ok? But why kill my parents”

“In truth, my original plan was to help in raising you alongside your parents but Dumbledore gave them the idea that I was out to kill you so he hid your family away. That night I spoke to make them see reason but they were blinded by Dumbledore. They knew that they couldn't defeat me so they did what I was not expecting. Trying to kill you.”

“How can I trust what you are saying is the truth?” Harry asked as he gave the man a hard look.

“You can't but I believe Dumbledore will show his intentions with your life. But only time will tell”

Harry could hardly believe this. It all seemed so utterly weird. Sitting with his supposed enemy and protector, perhaps he has died, his body lying in the moist dirt at Voldemort's feet. But he isn't dead, it is all very much reality. He could hardly contain the laugh that screeched from his lips as if his sanity were leaving.

“God I can't believe my life is such a fucking mess! Death would be more pleasant” he said between broken chuckles.

Cocking his head to the side “Why do you say that? I would assume since you were given the title of savior you would have been raised akin to nobles. Training and Education”

Laughing more Harry could hardly breathe he took a moment to catch his breath “I didn't even know magic existed till arriving at Hogwarts. I was raised by my muggle relatives, they hated magic, I lived all my childhood in a cupboard under the stairs with little to no food or water and was beaten when I accidentally performed magic. It was like that until I left for Hogwarts.”

“I apologize for the outcome of that night,” Voldemort said softly. It was there that something stirred within Harry. The man's sincerity had touched him deeply.

“I believe it is time you return to school.” Voldemort's voice brought Harry out of his thoughts.

“Really? You're just going to let me go”

Nodding, the man gave the boy back his wand gently with his touch, “I have things I have to do.”

“What?” Harry asked but before he could be given a chance to question the Triwizard Cup soared through the air along with Cedric's corpse he had long forgotten. Before he knew it the sounds of music and cheering were heard it only took a few small moments for the people to acknowledge that something was wrong. That was when the cheerful atmosphere was devoured by the demon of fear and then chaos soon followed as the people scrambled among themselves.

Harry could only stare at the scene before him.

Currently writing Eldritch horror Voldemort and a small Harry who sings

One of them will probably go insane