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The day has finally come, weeks of preparations, of gathering precious and ancient artifacts. Of studying rare and forbidden texts.
And the day is finally here.
The sun began setting. The orange hue filled the rite side. Giant stones placed in circle created growing shadows. The forest surrounding them was buzzing with anticipation for what was about to happen once the moon is in position.
The witching hour would not come in few hours but there still many things to be done before.
Voldemort began cleansing the site by spilling the blood of an innocent sacrifice. Little lamb handpicked by him, with shining green eyes. It reminded him of the boy. The only one he could not kill.
Wizard enjoyed cutting its throat and gathering blood into a ceramic bowl. With it he slowly walked to make a perfect circle, spilling the liquid as he went. Once complete the man moved to the centre and started chanting.
The text he found this ritual site cleansing spell in was one of the hardest to get to his surprise. The main ritual he designed himself but most preparatory texts for advanced rituals were banned and destroyed since Dumbledore took his post as the Chief Warlock.
It took sending Lucius and Narcissa to France where both Malfoy and Black names meant something to dark magic practicing families. General treatment of dark magic was not so drastic on the continent as it was on the island.
By the time wizard finished chanting it was already dark and air thrummed with clean magic, ready to be used and reshaped. The body of his little sacrifice was gone, turned into pure unblemished magic flowing now through his veins.
He took a bag of small crystals, each with shape perfected with his own hands and edges as sharp as knife. The varied in colour, no two looking the same.
In the last week he gathered his followers and imbued crystals with bits of magic of all of them. Magic that swirled in impossible colours trapped in these tiny containers.
He didn't need more than a drop from each of them. It was not really about the magic, what mattered was that there was a group of wizards ready to fulfil each of his demands. There was now many more of them than right after his resurrection. He had a ritual in mind since then but not enough of servants to conduct it yet.
But nothing was impossible for Lord Voldemort. He planned and recruited and soon he had all he needed.
The moon was in the position. He was ready to begin to once again do the impossible. His sole light source was a full moon and sky filled with stars, clear from any clouds and not disturbed by the lights of humans. For miles there was not a single human beside himself.
He took crystals one by one and cut carefully drawn runes straight in his naked skin. Once the last of the runes was done they all cracked, the broken shards turning to dust and dispensing in the wind.
The magics turned into the shape of beads and each flown to rune it craved into existence.
The time has come.
Voldemort enjoyed these few moments before he at last succeeded. He will push himself once again to perfection, to become most powerful version of himself.
He spoke the words and all the world turned black.
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Lord Voldemort woke up feeling the best he had in years. It was particularly weird considering he just woke up in the middle of the forest, clearly in the centre of some ritual.
Well that was unexpected but not as unusual as one might assume. Or at least he didn't think it so unusual at the moment.
The wizard took a look at the place he found himself in. The sun was shining softly, partially hidden behind a trees. Sky still had this pinkish quality to it, signalling an early morning hour. Air was fresh, smelling of forest and change. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of ritual site like he haven't done for so long.
He needed to be somewhere. Tom Riddle couldn't remember where exactly but dropping by and visiting his friends at the ministry sounded like a great idea to begin with. Some of them probably kept records of his meetings and issue of this lapse of memory would be resolved.
He shook from the cold as the wind hit his naked body. The plain black robes made from finest silk were lying on the stone right on the tree border. It was a bit too similar to the sleeping robes for his liking but nothing some transfiguration couldn't solve. His wand was placed on top of fine clothing.
Wand hummed softly as he picked it up. Little sparks of joy blown from the tip and warm feeling rushed through his hand.
Robe turned to rich material, mix of thick blue outer robe with silver embroidery and silky and thin white inside robe, both reaching the forest floor but not dragging over it.
He turned pair of leaves into pins to attach fabrics together. Now he would be ready if not for obvious lack of any shoes in the near vicinity. But he wasn't a master of magic for no reason. Another quick spell transfigured stack of twigs into high boots.
Lord Voldemort checked himself over and happy with the result he made one more movement of the wand and felt his hair freshen up and style itself.
Now, he was ready to travel to the ministry.
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Ministry looked exactly like he remembered. It was slowly filling with people hurrying to take their posts, their eyes still drowsy and barely open in the early morning.
Someone stumbled into him, clearly late and running straight out of the floo.
"Oh shit, sorry" said the man, as Voldemort assumed by the voice and strong arms he caught to keep both himself and stranger standing. "You okay?"
Even if the strong magical aura the man possessed would not caught Voldemort's attention, which to be completely honest would not be possible, the beauty of the man certainly would.
He was the most beautiful creature Tom Riddle's eyes stumbled upon and he has seen many beautiful beings during his travels. And yet this stranger, met randomly in the ministry was the one to stole his heart.
The realisation made him speechless like never before in his life and faster than he could bring himself into state of thinking his little darling was already running toward elevator with simple "Sorry again but I am very late! Have a nice day!"
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Tom stood a moment too long to catch the running beauty.
No matter, finding someone like them won't be hard. There is no two people like his little thief and his servants will no doubt bring him in no time.
Out of his closest associates Abarax had the best connections and usually he was the one of few followers he kept updated on his plans.
Office of Malfoy family head in ministry was inherited from father to son for hundreds of years now.
It was located in most prestigious floor of the ministry where Minister had his office and only some of sacred twenty eight were honoured with their own space there. The area was protected by wards but he had Abarax key him in years ago even though he has not used it since.
Now it proved most useful as he bypassed additional security checks for not approved visitors.
He stepped in before knocking as it was his right. And to be fair his closest circle rarely granted him knock on the door when they came to see him.
The office did not change a single bit for years. Malfoys were too attached to the traditions and their inheritance to change single thing they believed signified they are better than others. Not really unexpected.
What was unexpected though was the man sitting behind Abarax's desk.
"Who are you? How dare you enter my office without an appointment?"
The man had his hair and his eyes. He was extremely similar to this dear friend but was not him. Tom was certainly though that he has seen this face before. Much younger, still with baby fat in the cheeks and adorable pout, and when it lost some of it but still was lacking the wrinkles and tiredness that were visible on it today.
"Lucius? Where is Abarax?"
"What is this? Are you here to make fun of Lord Malfoy? My father is long dead. Now get out before I summon aurors."
"You should be more careful about how you speak to Lord Voldemort Lucius" to enhance effect name should carry with his magic he reached to the magic imbued into the mark he bestowed info the followers of his and no doubt new Lord Malfoy carried on his arm.
The man felt the magic of the mark swell in answer. That was more than enough to prove his identity.
Lucius eyes filled with fear for a second but then the Malfoy family education acted and man schooled his face into neutral expression and bowed.
"Forgive me my Lord. I was not expecting you to arrive at the ministry. It was not my intention to offend you"
"You are forgiven, I can see that this is rather unexpected situation. I need you to speak freely as I am afraid there is much that changed without my knowledge"
They have moved to the seats. Lucius seemed unsure wherever he is allowed to take Black behind a desk but a single gesture from his Lord signalised he doesn't mind it.
"When was the last time you saw me?"
"We have met a week ago my Lord. During a crystal ceremony in which each of your servants gifted you a drop of the magic"
Tom had no memory of such thing take place but it seemed that he was preparing for some ritual. He remembered that in chamber of secrets there were ancient texts considering ways to use magic of multiple wizards to achieve a great fits of magic.
"It seems that events that took place after year you must have begun your sixth year at Hogwarts are rather blurry for me. One of last things I remember was recruitment of this little half-blood potioneer, Severus was his name if I recall correctly"
"It took place more than twenty years ago my Lord. The war began and ended on the night of thirty first October 1981. You have come back on the end of school year of 1995 and since the plan was silent takeover of a ministry and recruitment of new followers"
Lord Voldemort knew too much of lying to know that new Lord Malfoy was trying to avoid spealing of something that might anger him.
"That is of no matter now, there will be more time to update myself on these matters. I need you to find someone for me. While walking to your office I have encountered someone in the atrium"
Tom Riddle described the golden sheen on his beauty's skin, the toned but petite body, adorable mop of black hair, delicate structure of face and most lively set of green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses.
The face of Lucius drained of all colour, which meant he knew who his little darling was.
"Forgive me my Lord, you are speaking of Harry Potter. I have greatly failed you-"
"Who is he?" Voldemort had no time to hear pleas of the man. He was overcome with great sense of urgency now that he had some link to the one he was looking for.
"He is light side's Golden Boy. After graduating Hogwarts he entered Auror training program-"
Tom once again interrupted Lord Malfoy.
"No need to say more. I will find it out from him on my own"
With these words he quickly left the office and directed his steps to part of ministry where auror force had its headquarters.
He entered the hall uninterrupted. He never had his followers get him an entrance permits for this area of ministry but most wizards would not stop a man that looked like he belonged in the place and right now Tom Riddle looked like epitome of Lord of one of sacred twenty eight.
The clothes he was wearing maybe were transfigured from few random items but with his magic holding it together they looked extremely expensive and without special identifying charm cast on them no one would know they were not what they appeared to be.
The confidence with which he moved through corridors of ministry spoke loudly of his position and right to demand everything he fancied to be his.
And not to forget about his face and body. He was tall and fit. His face was a feature many considered worthy of an angel. The perfect coils of his hair, aristocratic nose, strong jaw and enchanting eyes. These were just a few ways others described his appearance and most who witnessed him for first time were speechless enough to not be able to speak any compliment aloud. And what he saw in their minds was not worthy of being spoken by him.
And that feature of his, this handsome face inherited from his unworthy muggle father, was what he would use to charm Harry Potter.
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He has arrived at auror's part of a building and was looking for trainees offices when he was hit in the arm and pushed into a small room, probably a broom closet but without any source of light it was hard to tell.
Voldemort was pushed with his face into the wall. The attacker was holding his right arm in the way that spoke of auror training. There was a wand pressed to the back of his neck.
"What are you doing at the ministry? Did you think I wouldn't recognise you Voldemort?"
So they knew his identity. Not even Lucius as one of his followers recognised him as a Lord Voldemort. Did they met before? Was that someone part of Dumbledore's order?
"It is impolite to not introduce oneself, isn't it?"
"I don't think there is any need for politeness between us" with these words Voldemort managed to slightly turn his head and take a look at his attacker.
He hit a jackpot. This was his little green eyed boy. Weak light flowing from his wand in prepared spell was illuminating determined expression on his face.
It checked out his love would know his true face as he did not doubt that he must have been no less obsessed with him than Voldemort was with this little darling.
"Well, it would give me greatest pleasure to be able to formally introduce myself, darling"
The pet name surprised boy enough to loosen his grasp. Tom made use of it and changed their positions, now he was the one pushing the boy's back into the wall.
"Let me start from the beginning then. My name is Tom Riddle but most call me Lord Voldemort as you seem to know. Would you do me the honour of marrying me?"
He was close enough his little Harry's face to see the emotions flashing through it. First surprise and widening of his eyes, then the beautiful blush that creeper on his cheeks and ears, and finally embarrassed anger.
"What are you on about? Let me go! This is the weirdest of your plans to get me dead!"
Tom moved his face and little closer. He was close enough to feel smell of forest and broom varnish from the boy. He smelled as delightful as he looked.
"The only death I have planned for you is the little one."
The blush followed lower Harry's body, down his neck and collarbones, reaching bellow hem of the auror uniform.
So even knowing and possibly hating Voldemort the boy was very much affected by him as much as he was by the boy. Good.
"I am honest sweetheart, you seem to know me so well. You should know that I could give you anything you desire..." he whispered last words straight into his loves ear. His voice deep and a little raspy.
He heard how Harry's breathing turned irregular, his heartbeat quickened. Perfect mirror of Voldemort's own.
"Would you truly give me anything I wanted? Why?"
"Of course Harry, there is nothing that I would deny you" sharp intake of breath sounded through the room. "As for why..."
Now he hovered exactly above his love's face. Tom eyes searched his face. Messy hair, lightning scar on the forehead, thick brows and these eyes. He followed down his cute nose to the plush lips that tempted him so.
"You have stolen my heart and for that I intend to steal yours"
The Dark Lord pressed his lips against Harry's. They were wonderfully soft. Voldemort felt tingling in his whole body. He deepened the kiss and his love let out the sweetest little sounds.
Kiss turned hot. Tom placed his hands on another's back and pressed their bodies against each other. Harry's hands tangled itself in taller man's hair, pulling and scratching against his scalp. With his tongue Tom tasted Harry's mouth, searching and committing to the memory each shape.
They have both forgotten themselves in pleasure and who knows where they would stop if not for loud sounds coming from the corridor. Harry took a step back, hitting the wall once again. Their breaths were rugged, faces red and full of lust, and their clothes in rumpled after aggressive session of making out.
"And if I won't let you steal my heart?"
Voldemort moved his eyes that were taking whole form of the boy barely standing on his own legs to his eyes. And with awfully smug smile and complete certainty he said the words.
"Your heart is already mine darling"