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Harry knew that he shouldn't even be interested, but he couldn't help himself. Though the man had indeed murdered his parents and had even tortured him under the Cruciatus a few months prior, Harry couldn't stop himself from being infatuated with the Dark Lord known as Voldemort. And his interest went much deeper than just the man's power, like his followers were steeped in.

No. The man had a presence about him that interested Harry. It was definitely what drew followers to him. And his power rolled around him, letting everyone around him know that he was holding all the cards. His eyes - while full of knowledge and history - also held an otherworldly charm to them. And for some very odd reason, Harry was extremely attracted to his snake-like form, much like he had been over Tom Riddle. His voice held a slight hiss to it that made Harry's hair raise a bit.

The Boy-Who-Lived knew that he would never succeed in getting Voldemort's attention when he was himself, so he needed a new name. A pseudonym that was attention grabbing. He needed to do his very best, to woo the Dark Lord.

"Padfoot."

Sirius finished his tea and gave him his full, undivided attention.

"I want to woo Voldemort."

He was a Gryffindor and let it not be said that he wasn't blunt.

For a moment, all was silent. A moment later, Sirius' mouth had dropped open, his grey eyes blown wide.

"Really?" he managed to ask, sounding as confused as he looked.

"Yes. But I don't know how to woo someone."

"Y-You do know who you are talking about right?"

"Yes."

"And you do know what he did? And has done?"

"Yes, but I can't help how I feel."

Sirius let out a long breath and shook his head a few times. "Of all the things you could want to do in your teen years… Are you even gay?"

"Yeah, I had a crush on Cedric."

"And you do remember that Voldemort was the one to order his death, right?"

"Yeah, but I still can't help it. I mean, I met his sixteen year old self, saw an old memory of him, and Dumbledore told me a few things. I can really relate to him and what he went through in his younger years. And I'm sure that something good is still there. We just need to find it. And I really can't stop thinking about him."

Sirius sighed, "Well, I've never wooed a dark wizard before, so we'd have to think this through."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "You'll help me?!"

"Yeah. I'll help with what I can. It's the least I can do after all this time. But just to be sure, you really do understand what you're about to get into, with him of all people?"

Harry gave an affirmative nod. "I do."

"Then we'll commence, Operation: Woo Voldy!"

Lord Voldemort sat in his chair, his hands folded on the desk in front of him. He knew he shouldn't be thinking such things, but he couldn't help it. His mind kept flashing back to that night. The night he faced off against Potter. The boy, just on the cusp of his teen years, defying him at every chance. His bright, Avada like eyes shining in combined fury, fear, and determination.

Their wands connecting, showing their relation. Brother wands. A rare occurrence in the magical world. Potter had the wand equal to his own. If that wasn't enough to catch his interest, the boy's strength was.

None of his followers were able to handle the Cruciatus under silence. And yet the boy, though biting nearly clean through his bottom lip, had managed such a feat. And from what Barty had told him during the year, he wasn't affected by the Imperius Curse. Impressive feats of strength and endurance. Especially in one so young.

He had known that this infatuation with the boy was wrong. Not from the age between them, but from the fact that the child had been prophesied to kill him. He finally got fed up with the constant warring with himself and simply went to the Ministry, disguised at Lucius. A few Obliviates and he was able to retrieve the prophecy about them.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he will have a power the Dark Lord will know not until it is imparted to him. And in order to die, either must die at the hand of the other, spurring the remaining to perish soon after, unable to live on with their other half gone. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies. Whether he choose to kill or aid will in his hands lie.

That had been an eye opener. If he had killed the boy, he would have fully died. Lily Potter's sacrificial magic saved both of their lives.

But Albus was the one to push them into hiding. If they had simply informed him of the prophecy, he would have protected them himself. Unless… Dumbledore never told them all of the prophecy, or even… told them the wrong prophesy.

It was something Albus would do for the 'greater good'. If it meant getting rid of the Dark Lord, then sacrificing a baby wouldn't be an issue. And if both parents were killed prior to his death, no one would miss him.

But at least he now could pursue the boy to his heart's content. Although, he knew he couldn't do it under his own name. The boy would never accept his advances if he knew who was truly trying to woo him.

He needed an alias.

Pulling out a sheet of parchment and an Everlasting Ink Quill, he charmed it to respond to his voice and began composing a letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am an admirer that has been keeping track of your progress in the magical world for quite some time. As you are now of consenting age in magical Britain, I have decided to go along with my plans of getting to know you better.

I find you intriguing. I will not pussyfoot around this, I think you are an attractive young man and I intend to court you, if you will allow me to.

If you accept my suit, please place the wristband on your left wrist. As custom dictates, others will know of your courtship once established.

A little information about myself in order to capture your interest.

I am male.

I have graduated from Hogwarts already.

I'll let you see if you can guess which House I was in.

I am a Halfblood.

I received all Oustandings in all O.W.L. classes.

I received all Outstandings in all N.E.W.T. classes.

I like Ogden's Firewhiskey.

I've found myself recently taking an interest in Quidditch. Could you explain it?

It's been a pleasure,

Therese M. Rizze(you'll learn my real name eventually).

He attached the silver courtship wristlet to the letter and quickly called upon one of the many owls belonging to the manor, ordering it to kindly deliver his missive to Harry Potter. Now, he had to wait for his own wristband to heat up, to see if the boy accepted his suit.

He hoped he did.

Harry was writing his own letter, having finally come up with a pseudonym for himself.

To my dear Dark Lord,

I simply want to tell you how amazing I think you are. This revelation came rather suddenly and as I thought about it, it is indeed true. Everything about you is charming and I cannot stop myself from fantasizing about you.

And no, I am not ashamed of my interest. I find you fascinating. So much, that I sit up at night thinking about you!

I hope you'll permit me to continue writing. And to be honest, even if you didn't, I'd do it anyway. You're that irresistible!

I will of course, tell you about what draws me in.

Power, presence, appearance, voice, eyes - Merlin those are perfection - and even your fingers. The way you caress your wand when deep in thought. It's a turn on. Your intelligence. You give me shivers of the best kind.

Hoping to hear positive word from you,

H. Jarvis Privet.

And just as he sent Hedwig - who had been charmed to look brown - off, an owl appeared. It was a large, black, Eagle Owl and it had an imposing presence. With piercing, golden eyes too.

He accepted the letter and summoned a rat for the bird, which quickly dived and worked on consuming the creature. It left soon after.

He quickly read the letter, gaping at certain parts. Someone was trying to woo him! While he was in the middle of wooing Voldemort.

He at least sounded like an alright bloke, if a little too fancy. And smart.

There was no actual telling if Voldemort would accept him, so Harry decided to go along with Therese's offer… for now.

He snapped the wristband into place and goggled when it glowed for a second, before returning to normal.

He smiled a bit.

The upcoming school year would be fun.

"Harry! We need to go to Diagon!"

"Coming!"

Voldemort stared down at the letter he'd received not even an hour after sending the owl off. The owl who delivered it had gotten through his wards! And it flew off before he could do or say anything!

And what was inside.

Someone fancied themselves worthy of him?

Obviously they were young with they way they wrote, but still, it was interesting. Admitting blatantly to finding the Dark Lord attractive. Commenting on continued correspondence even if he didn't want the attention.

Although… it could be entertaining.

He sat back and began instructing his utensils to construct a return letter.

This could be interesting.

A/N: The first is done!

***********************-I came up with the names.

***********************-If you don't get it. Voldy and Harry are intent on wooing each other, under different names. So while they are in the middle of wooing each other, both are getting letters from another person(who is actually the one they are trying to woo) who is trying to woo them. Eventually, they find out that the person who succeeded in wooing them, is the one they had originally intended to woo.

Example:

Voldemort is Therese M. Rizze. Therese is sending wooing letters to Harry.

Harry is H. Jarvis Privet. H. Jarvis Privet is sending wooing letters to Voldemort.

At the same time, Voldemort is receiving wooing letters from someone named H. Jarvis Privet, while he's trying to woo Harry Potter. Meanwhile Harry Potter is receiving wooing letters from Therese M. Rizze, while he's trying to woo Voldemort.

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