Draco ran his eyes across the room, as he took a few sips from his drink. It was a surreal environment. A few moments of contemplation were needed, just to ensure his best friend had not spiked him with some form of hallucinogen. Two powerhouses sat almost cuddled together. Whilst notoriously light wizards were getting drunk and playing muggle games with known death eaters, like there was not a war going on outside of the room. Here he sat, in feminine pyjamas and sipping muggle alcohol out of the Black family fine glassware. It was utterly bizarre. 'Good liquor though' he thought to himself with a nod of his head, as he reached to spin the bottle. He had to give props to the muggles, their worthless lives often created some incredible things.

"Truth or dare Aunt Bella?" Draco asked.

"Truth"

"How does it feel to know the Black lordship was passed to Harri?"

"The filthy bastard child of the blood traitor does not deserve to be the head of a noble house" Bellatrix haughtily sniffed.

"What?!" came the livid voice of Harri, as she stood from her seated position. "I am from the main branch of the black family! Not only do I have intimate understanding of the family magic, unlike you… I have not done anything to disgrace the family name, like you did, you psychotic hag! The insanity Azkaban is visible just from one look at your filthy face! Don't you dare insult me! The lordship ring would not have accepted me if I was not worthy. The family magic would have called you forth if it was right for you! How fuckin dare you! My blood sings with our family traits. You know you can feel it too, no matter how much you deny it. I should make you kneel at my feet for what you have insinuated!".

Bellatrix stood and swayed as she walked to her foe. "That filthy blood traitor should have put you down at birth" she sang. "Having a child out of wedlock!". She spat the last word like it was something foul in her mouth.

Harri held her head high and jutted out her chin. The position allowed her to look down her nose at the witch, even though they were of similar height. She was fucking proud of parentage, and the mess in front of her was not going to insult it. Her words were controlled but laced with promise of retribution. "How fucking dare you?! I'll rip your eyes out! At least Sirius could have children unlike you, you barren whore. You willingly tampered with potions to make yourself beautiful, at the cost of being able to conceive and carry a child. Now look at you, simpering after your lord like some common tramp. Whilst your poor husband must look elsewhere for pleasure and to provide an heir for his family line… Don't think I don't know the goings on of your marriage. As the head of house Black, things like that come through me now!"

Voldemort was aroused. Very painfully aroused. An angry Harri Potter was more mesmerising than the defiant one. No one else in the room spoke, just listening to the women argue. They knew better than to involve themselves in a dispute between blood.

"Where's that mutt of a father now then, wittle Harri?" Bellatrix taunted. "Oh yeah, I killed him!" She cackled.

A sharp intake of breath was heard from around the room. Snape knowing Harri's temper, looked a little uneasy. "Persephone do not retaliate!" He shouted, hoping to defuse what was about to happen.

"I'll fuckin murder you, you bitch!" She screeched, diving at Bellatrix and surprisingly making contact. The acceptance of the family magic wanting retribution for its lost heir, spurred Harri on. Straddling the mad woman's waist, Harri smashed her fist into the horrid face below her. Fingers were dug into Bellatrix's scalp, and used as a vice to smash her head off the ground. The brutality of it, rooted the others to the ground in shock.

Lucius and Severus attempted to separate the women, before it got too extreme. Ron and Ginny were cheering Harri on, whilst Hermione looked torn. Yet, Voldemort was simply enjoying the show. 'I should have done this years ago' he thought to himself. He was more entertained than he could ever recall. That was until things took a turn for the worse and he had to intervene. The little witch that he had recently dubbed as his, was strangling Bellatrix. Her eyes glowed with power that was begging to be released. He wished he could preserve this moment for a while longer, but Bellatrix was weakly kicking her legs out trying to buck Harri off. Voldemort picked Harri up from behind, carrying her like one would a misbehaving toddler. He carried the heavily panting witch out of the room, leaving orders with Lucius and Severus to sort Bellatrix out.

"Can you take me to my room please? I need to get changed" Harri requested. "My nighty is ripped". Looking down, he could see the strap was indeed torn and had caused the front piece of material to fall slightly, revealing her delectable breast.

Entering the room that Harri had pointed out, Voldemort took a seat at her dressing table whilst she searched for something to wear. "Shall I leave the room whilst you get changed?" He queried, not really wanting to leave but let it not be said that Lord Voldemort did not have manners, when it suited him.

Harri bit her lip, suddenly feeling shy but empowered at the same time, "no it's fine".

He leaned back to make himself comfortable and watched as she took a simple black dress out her wardrobe. She turned her back towards him and lifted her nighty over her head. His breath caught. She had the most beautiful pale skin. Her long black hair reached mid back and she had on black lace underwear making her perky bum look mouth-watering. Powerful thighs reached delicate feet. She was a little rounder than the current societal expectation, but he preferred this. She was slim, but curvy. He thinks that is what her shape is called. She looked soft and so womanly. He was itching to move forward to touch and taste that skin. His teeth felt on edge; he was aching to bite her. His arousal made him feel ferocious. 'All this reaction from the simple action of her undressing', he thought to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. For someone who thought that there was nothing more repulsive than another person's touch, he was craving this dark angel like a lifeline. He ran his finger over his top lip, using the distraction to remain in control of his urges.

"Are you feeling a little calmer now?" He drawled. "Bellatrix may not be the most stable, but I would appreciate you not trying to kill my followers". His words sounded bored, but a threat lay within them.

Harri bowed her head slightly, "My apologies... I acted in the most unflattering way. That mad woman just gets under my skin like no other" she raised her head, looking dignified once more. "I want nothing more than to see her tortured and it gets the better of me". Harri watched as Voldemort rose from his seat and approached her.

"You have conducted a rather rare fete this evening little snake. Consider myself intrigued by you" Voldemort replied, brushing hair away from her forehead to follow the pattern of her scar with eyes. "There is something I came here for; a locket. It is from the Slytherin family line, and rightfully belongs to me".

Harri could not break the eye contact. She felt as if the fates were finally shining down on her. All she had to do was tread carefully, and everything she had worked for would happen. "I know of such locket. It is safe" she whispered, sounding like she was pleading for him to understand. "I know what it really is, Your diary too. Everyone thinks that I destroyed it, but we created a convincing replica and destroyed that". The dark lords posture became dangerous, she knew she was losing any progress that had occurred that evening. "Wait, wait please" she begged. "don't get angry at me for knowing what they are! There is a reason for it!".

"Explain now!" Voldemort snapped, stepping closer to her person.

"I'm one of your collection; My scar, touch it!" Harri made a desperate grasp for his hand, but Voldemort bypassed her attempt. With an unexpected gentleness, he brushed his fingers over the mark he left. Then he felt it… the feeling of completion.

"You really are" He marvelled, fingers still tracing his stake of ownership of her. "How did you find out?" he asked.

"Your diary. When it found its way into my possession, there was something guiding me to touch it. Something deep within me, yearned to keep it close. I did not like feeling like my heart was winning over my mind, so I needed to try to understand what was happening. Foolishly, I wrote in it and Tom revealed himself to me. We conversed with Salazar's portrait, which yelled at Tom, it was hilarious by the way. We realized the only logical reason was you accidentally made me part of the collection. The mind link, my ability of parseltongue, your ability to enter this property even though it is under fidilius… the house magic recognizes a part of you already in here so when you invited your followers in, it worked. It all adds up"

Voldemort was speechless. He could not believe it. How ignorant he had been. No wonder they never got very far in battle; it was like fighting with himself.

"I'll be honest with you, but please don't reveal this to anyone until I'm ready to, that's all I ask of you." Harri continued, unaware of his trail of thoughts. Voldemort was too busy still gazing at her scar in wonder, to register what she was saying.

"The truth Voldemort..." Harri prodded, snapping him back to their conversation.

"Pardon? It is just astounding, A human horcrux!"

"I know… You really are beyond brilliant with magic." She said fondly. "Anyway, the truth. I'm not the golden girl everyone thinks I am. I have been planning for years. Everything I have done has been carefully manoeuvred, to encourage such a moment as this to occur. I talked the hat out of putting me into Slytherin, as I knew the wizarding world could not handle a Slytherin saviour. Since then, I played along with Dumbledore's ridiculous schemes, buying myself time. You felt my aura earlier. It is far from light. I have never had the chance to speak openly with you, so I'm throwing everything out there now. I want to be on your side. I can't stand muggles, they're way too dangerous to be in the know about magic. Light magic needs dark magic to continue to exist or else magic will end up dying and you're the only one who can create that balance. Even if you don't want me as a follower, I won't be doing the lights bidding anymore far too many times I could have lost my life now".

As Harri finished her speech, she got down on her knees. Voldemort's eyes watching her intently. "No magic can be cast in here but an Oath can..." 'Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, I pledge myself to thee and thus thy cause. Whatever you choose for me, I shall follow, as I am yours, the carrier of your soul". Harri shivered when she felt the Oaths magic connecting them together. Voldemort put his fingers under her chin, lifting it to look into her eyes. There it was, that beautiful submission only he would ever see. He observed with delight how enthralling it was, to have a witch as powerful as Harri Potter on their knees for him. For the first time in decades, an honest laugh burst from Voldemort's throat.

"You really are an enigma dear, Persephone" He hissed, causing a shiver of delight to run through Harri's body. "Never let me see you show submission to anyone but me, your Lord" He ordered.

"No one, but you My Lord" She vowed, using the precious language they shared. They were too caught up in the moment to remember the group downstairs.

"Stand Persephone, I want to see that beautiful body of yours". She stood and allowed him the view from the front, as she shimmied out of her dress. Small cute toes, shapely legs, strong thighs and hips, trimmed waist and a heavy chest. Leading to a slender neck, plump red lips, and thick long lashes covering intense killing curse eyes. His newest possession was a goddess. Abruptly there was a knock at the door and his good little Persephone looked at him for permission what to do.

"Sephy, we're about to continue downstairs, are you ok in there?" came Hermione's voice. Persephone bent over to remove her dress from where it had pooled at her feet, when the sudden contact of a hand on her back had her faltering. Fingers tauntingly stroked her skin, making her sigh in pleasure.

"We are coming now, Miss Granger. Thank you for informing us" came her Lord's reply. He slid his hand over her bum, and slowly over her core. He noticed moisture on his fingers and drew his hand back to slide over it again. Her arousal soaked through the black lace underwear, and he gathered it on his finger. He wanted nothing more than to slam his cock in her right there, but with great restraint he lowered his hands to her legs and pulled up her dress. After straightening it out, he zipped it up for her, an oddly intimate thing to do.

"Come, Lady Peverell-Black. They are waiting for us" Voldemort announced, offering her his arm.