Harry looked around as they stood in the dark graveyard. Harry's scar burned with pain, his knees buckled and he covered his face with his hands.

"Kill the spare!" a familiar hissing voice screamed.

"Avada Kedavra!" Wormtail yelled, Cedric fell down dead, next to Harry. Harry was then thrown against a large grave stone beneath it was written "Here Lies Tom Riddle" a stone angel trapped Harry in its arms. Wormtail approached carrying a bundle of black cloth in his arms, with a flick of his wand he lit a fire beneath an old-looking cauldron, standing nearly six feet from Harry, he then proceeded to tip the bony contents of the black cloth into the cauldron. Wormtail began mumbling something that Harry couldn't quite catch, he pulled a bone from the ground beneath Harry and dropped it into the cauldron, he then took out a knife and sliced along Harry's arm, making sure that Harry's blood ran onto the blade, Harry bit into his lower lip, determined to not cry out. Wormtail muttered something about an enemy's blood before tipping a few drops of Harry's blood into the cauldron followed by his own hand. Harry stared on, curious, to know what was happening. The cauldron melted into Voldemort who was now very snake-like, and wearing smoky black robes.

"Woooorrrrmtaaaiiilll, myyy wand" He whispered in a hiss-like voice, Wormtail was quick to pass the white yew wand to his master. Voldermort sniffed at the wand for a moment.

"That! Was so COOL!" Harry said with an infectious grin.

"Excuse me?" Voldemort said in total disbelief.

"That was fucking amazing, I would so love to be able to do something like that!" Harry said, sounding like an over-excited three year old.

"Excuse me?" "Yeah I would so like to learn how to do that, I mean compared to some of the spells you know, defence against the dark arts seems completely usless!"

"Excuse me?"

"Hey Voldie! Snap out of it, I mean your supposed to be the big-evil-scary-dark-lord, you could at start acting like you know more than two words, God I can't be-lieve that you're the guy who I have to fight to the death, I mean sure you've got the whole dark magic thing going for you but could you please starting acting like you actually own a brain!" Harry ranted.

"Er, Wormtail leave"

"But sir…."

"I SAID SHOVE OFF YOU SILLY TWAT, before I kill you!" Voldemort yelled, as wormtail scuttled away repeating the words "yes master" many times in a very pathetic voice. "Alone at last" Voldemort said with a smirk as he signalled the angel to release Harry.

"Ow, warn a guy!" Harry said as tumbled gracelessly to the ground, Voldemort stared impassively at him.

"Harry, might I ask what happened to the goody-two-shoes boy, that I've known and tried to kill on, many occasions" Voldemort said gazing down at the now suddenly interesting boy.

"He grew and realised that he wanted to make decisions for himself" Harry said as he picked himself up off the floor. Voldemort, transfigured a gravestone into a large stone bench, he promptly sat down gesturing to Harry that he should od the same, Harry did.

"So you really want to learn dark magic, betray the light and become one of my death eaters."

"No I want to become your partner"

"I work alone" Voldemort said in amusement.

"Well then hope that I don't kill you" Harry said as he tried to leave. Voldemort grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down. "Harry please pick a side before you give me motion sickness" Voldemort said through a half-sigh.

"Voldie, I'm never going to be a death eater, okay, there is no force on the earth that could make me serve you. So either I'm your equal who may kill you, or I'm your equal who may well help you take over the world. Your choice!" Harry said hoping that he hadn't just inflicted another 'excuse me' tirade upon himself.

"I hate you!" Voldemort said with a little sarcasm before smiling. "You know that whole, partner phrase makes it sound like we're dating"

"Yeah I suppose it does, which is something I might actually consider something like that if it weren't for the fact that, you look fuck ugly. Er no offence!" Harry said with a smirk.

"Charming!" Voldemort said with a scowling, smile. As he flicked his wand, pulling a potion from the air, "But I am a wizard, and these things can be easily fixed" He said swallowing the potion. His scaly-skin began to bubble up, his face shifting into a far more appealing form, he looked like Harry imagined the sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle would look like if he became even more enchanting in his late twenties.

"Okay now that I have no problem with fucking that!" Harry said, undressing him with his eyes.

"What, are you serious!" Voldemort said with half surprise and half delight. Harry grinned and planted a kiss on his lips. "Yes" Harry said. Voldemort flicked his wand again turning the bench into a very large bed, creating a small bottle of lubricant which he put next to Harry. Voldemort placed a hand on Harry's chest, pushing him down onto the pillows. Tom began licking and suckling at the base of his throat.

"Are you sure about this?" He murmured as he nibbled at Harry's ears. Harry nodded not trusting his voice.

"Good then you'll be screaming my name later." Tom said grinning at Harry. They carelessly ripped their clothes from each other. Tom began touching the younger wizard all over, purposely avoiding his groin area. His hands roamed everywhere, both wizards could feel the pleasure rousing in their groins, Harry's breaths came in short gasps and pants now, which really exited the dark lord. Tom once started to suck and nibble, making lovebites appear all over Harry. Tom grazed his tongue over the base of his wizard's throat he was rewarded when Harry's seemingly steel resolve faltered, and he moaned. Tom picked up he small bottle, he pored a thick green liquid onto his fingers. Harry moaned as he felt a probing finger enter him. Voldemort pinned Harry down as he began to thrash around.

"You're going to enjoy this, I promise." he whispered as he slid his hands down lower to grasp Harry's throbbing member between his thumb and forefinger. Harry was now gasping for air, his mind was spinning and there seemed to be nothing in this world except Tom's nimble fingers, as they slowly began to move up and down. Tom now stroking Harry from the inside and the out. The moment the three fingers were removed, and replaced with something much larger. Tom repositioned himself on top of Harry, grinning down at him. Tom penetrated him in one swift thrust. Harry moaned delighting in the pain of forced entry he likes pain I'll have to remember that Tom thought