This is my first foray into the world of Dark Harry stories. It's going to be fast paced and already established. Most of the past will be told through conversations, since I think overuse of flashbacks can be annoying. I do want everyone to review so I can know if it does go too fast at times. I know chapter one will be an extremely fast paced one that shows just how intelligent and resourceful Harry is, and his relationship with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. There will be a slightly OOC Voldemort. Not too much though.

Chapter 1 – The Reveal

It hadn't been the plan. The plan wasn't supposed to be enacted for at least another three years. He glared at Lucius Malfoy as their Master held him under the Cruciatus. He was Harry James Potter, the second in command to the Dark Lord and the heir of Voldemort himself. Most people who knew him wouldn't have believed that statement, but he had learnt much from his Master. At the end of his first year of education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he had met his Master face to face for the first time. Voldemort could read his mind, could sense the anger he felt towards his muggle relatives. His anger at the people of the school for pointing and staring at him. At that time, his Master offered him the chance to join him. He had wanted to refuse. After all, he had been sent to the Dursleys because of Voldemort.

He had joined after the promise that together they would learn how to resurrect the dead. How to bring his parents back. That had been nearly four years previously. Now, now his Master had been forced into the limelight because of Lucius Malfoy. Harry had nursed the Dark Lord back to health at the age of twelve, as well as helping him create a new body. It was then that the Death Eaters were summoned to their Master, and punished for their betrayals. Harry had been proclaimed the heir of Voldemort that day, a title that all Death Eaters coveted for themselves.

Malfoy had taken it the hardest. He despised Harry for taking what he believed to be his honour. For years, he had tried to kill or somehow discredit Harry in the eyes of the Dark Lord. This had been the most pitiful attempt made yet though. The man actually had the nerve to bring a prophecy sphere to the Dark Lord, claiming that it would prove that Harry was nothing more than a traitor, biding his time to kill Voldemort and take power for himself.

"If I may, Master?" Harry stepped forward, aiming his wand towards the blonde fool. "Lucius, Lucius, Lucius," He tutted, casting his own Cruciatus at him. "You're a damned incompetent fool!" He shouted. "Four years of planning! FOUR YEARS!" He kicked the man in the ribs. "We have been working on this plan since day one. Since you were sitting at home, getting denied any form of pleasure from your frigid bitch of a wife." He noticed the other Death Eaters paling as they watched him work. "Why can't you simply accept that you are nothing but owl shit on my foot?"

Lucius shook as he felt the spells end. "Y-You're done, Potter. The prophecy has stated that one of you must kill the other!"

Harry frowned, taking the orb into his hand. "It was made by Trelawney, Milord. Anyone from Hogwarts can tell you that the woman is a fraud." He tossed the orb towards one of the other young Death Eaters. "You take Divination, Parkinson. Do you believe this to be real?"

"N-No." Pansy shook her head, trying to avoid his eyes.

Harry turned to Voldemort. "Milord, this man has forced our hands now. Dumbledore himself saw you lead me away! He's going to think I've been kidnapped! He's going to reactivate the entire Order of the fucking Phoenix now!"

Voldemort frowned. "Lucius, rise." He ordered the man. He waited a few seconds for the pitiful excuse of a man to shakily stand. "You are to return to your manor and await commands. If you dare try and do something like this again, I will personally kill your family." He glared at the man. "Are we clear?"

"Yes, Milord." Lucius bowed his head, running from the room as fast his legs would take them.

"Now," Harry pointed his wand at the others. "Any co-conspirators feel like confessing? If you do it now, I'll be merciful."

Rookwood frowned. "He asked me for the spell to dispel the protections on the prophecy sphere. I apologise, Harry. I didn't know he was grabbing that one."

Harry nodded, slapping the man's shoulder. "No apologies are needed, Augustus." He smiled darkly at the man. "You've at least got the honour to admit what you've done, unlike Bella." He frowned, turning his head toward the woman. One thing Azkaban had been good for was to weaken the mental shields of anyone who liked to keep their sanity. "Your mental shields are truly dreadful since you escaped Azkaban." He shook his head, closing the gap between them. He gripped her by the throat, holding her up against the wall. "You really believe you could best me, Bella?"

Bellatrix kicked him in the stomach, frowning. "You little half-breed bastard!"

"Half-blood actually." Harry coughed out, standing up. "As for bastard, my parents were married." He shook his head, clicking his fingers. With two audible pops Bella was on the ground, sobbing as blood pooled from her now compound fractured knees. "You're lucky your brute of a husband never impregnated you! Because I'd kill your child in front of you for this!" He snapped out, turning towards the Lestrange brothers. "Try it!"

Voldemort hid a smirk from his face, tapping his wand against his throne. "Rabastan, bring your sister in-law to the Healer." He ordered him. "As for you, Rodolphus, did you have anything to do with this, plot?"

"No, milord." Rodolphus shook his head. "Lucius approached me, but I knew that it would be a mistake to cross your heir, Master." He bowed his head. "I do however, take offence to the statement just made. Magical infertility is a family problem."

Harry snorted. "Not my fault your mummy and daddy were siblings."

"Second cousins!" Rodolphus snapped.

"Same thing." Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He made his way over to Voldemort, bowing his head. "I believe the best thing for us to do, Master, is to use this opportunity to our advantage." He smirked. "Assign several men to 'duel' me as I escape from one of the old safe houses. I'll take a few cuts and bruises and we can spin this in a good way. Too much rides on our plan coming to fruition. Don't let this fool derail it, please Master."

"No." Voldemort shook his head. "No. The time has come for your true alliance to be revealed, Harry." He stroked Nagini's head as she began to coil around him. "I think you should spend some time with some of your little helpers. Take a few weeks and relax yourself."

Harry nodded. "Of course, Milord. If that is your wish…" He bowed his head. "But, what of my other orders? Rookwood's daughter is becoming impatient…" He whispered softly.

"For now, we must postpone them." Voldemort frowned. "Parkinson!" He watched the elder move towards him. "The female Parkinson. Your new orders are to see to any and all of my heir's needs. Do you understand?"

Pansy nodded her head. "Of course, Milord."

-HTE-

He didn't like it when others saw him in that state, but he didn't really care at that moment. The Parkinson heiress was ordered to silence, which meant he could allow his emotions to surface for a change. The entire day had been a huge disaster. Lucius had effectively outed him. Sirius had perished in a duel against Bellatrix, though it had been through his own foolishness. Who the fuck would stay near something called the Veil of Death? Too many things hadn't gone as planned, and he didn't like it when things didn't go to plan. He allowed the water to soak into his painful joints, observing the Parkinson heiress carefully. He didn't want another fucking minder. He had enough of them.

"You seem surprised." He smirked.

"I never would have believed that the Golden Boy was in reality the Dark Lord's heir." Pansy admitted, lathering a sponge. She gently ran the sponge over his chest and arms. "Must be quite a story to tell."

"Not really." Harry shrugged. "My muggle relatives liked to beat and starve me. The Dark Lord offered me a place by his side. He had been a disembodied spirit at the time, so I fed him from my own magic, and the power of the Philosopher's Stone we had stolen from the Flamels." He let out a breath as she bathed him. "When he finally returned to a body, he took the time to nurse me back to health. Feeding him from my own magic had caused my core to weaken. He could have left me for dead, but he didn't. He kept his promise. Showed me more kindness than anyone ever had in my miserable life."

Pansy frowned. "How did you hide the fact from Dumbledore?"

Harry chuckled. "That was the Dark Lord's doing. For three months, he trained my mental defences. We designed a specialised form of Occlumency barriers that would allow anyone to see whatever they wanted. If Snape looked into my mind he'd see a pampered brat. Dumbledore would see a Warrior of the Light being cared for by his relatives." He closed his eyes, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation. "This is amusing. One of the biggest outspoken Potter haters bathing me, it's ironic."

Pansy smirked. "I'm not a fool, Potter. Disobeying the Dark Lord is a bad idea."

"Not as bad as crossing me." Harry warned her. "Back to my story. During our second year, Lucius tried to have the Chamber of Secrets reopened. The fool nearly cost the Dark Lord one of his most prized possessions. Since then, Lucius has constantly tried to knock me off my rightful throne. Then came third year, and I found the first real family member I ever had."

"Black." Pansy whispered.

"Yes." Harry frowned. "My now deceased godfather. He knew the truth. It didn't faze him. When he found out what happened to me during my life, he was just happy that I wanted him around. Around that time, Dumbledore decided to reactivate a small part of the Order of the Phoenix. The idea was that the Dark Lord wasn't truly dead. Sirius had been the one to tell me that. He agreed to spy on the Order for us." He smiled sadly. "I'm going to miss him."

Pansy watched him for a moment. "My mum died when I was young." She whispered. "She had been sick for a long time. Magical Exhaustion caused by childbirth."

"A common ailment." Harry nodded his head. "Especially in pureblood women. Do you know what causes it?"

Pansy shook her head. "There are theories, but no one knows for sure."

Harry chuckled. "Actually, the cause was discovered over a century ago, but for safety reasons it was surpassed." He corrected her, closing his eyes once again. "MEC is the result of the baby being powerful. More powerful than the mother could sustain. The Dark Lord's mother lasted only five minutes after his birth. You must be powerful if it happened to your mum. What age were you?"

"Five." Pansy frowned. "So, by that logic, I can't be that powerful."

Harry shrugged. "My mother was a powerful witch, but she needed two blood transfusions and four stabilisation rituals before she was able to leave the hospital. My parents were forced to place blocks on my magic for safety. If she had not died when I was eighteen months old, then she would've needed to keep me under blocks until I was eleven." He opened his eyes, moving his hand to her cheek. "You know he's basically made you my whore, right? His idea of you helping me involves you on your back with your legs in the air."

Pansy nodded. "I know."

"Good thing I'm not in the mood." He smirked, moving his hand back to his side. "I do want to know why you didn't object though. After all, you and I have never had a civil conversation before today."

Pansy shrugged, rinsing his body with fresh water. "Power, plain and simple." She answered honestly. "I've known for a while that the Dark Lord had an heir. All we knew about the heir was that they were a teenage male who attended Hogwarts. A powerful one at that. While never actually stated, many people believed it to be Draco, but you only had to keep his company for a while to know that was bollocks. I promised myself that I'd align myself with the heir of the Dark Lord. That I would make sure that I would not become like my father. One grunt among an army of others."

Harry chuckled. "I like that. Ambition is a powerful trait. You'd even go as far as allowing a half-blood to fornicate with you if the need be." He shook his head. "Your mental shields are appalling, though it isn't your fault. I've been scanning your mind since we started talking. You don't want to be saddled to Malfoy. You also fear dying the same unfulfilled life that your mother did."

Pansy frowned. "He's an arrogant fool. My father makes me dote on him like a lovesick schoolgirl because he wants our family's political power to grow." She lowered her head to him. She sighed sadly. "And yes, if the need be, I'd gladly open my legs for any man who could save me from that fate."

Harry stood up, summoning a towel from the pile across from them. "That's admirable. Too many people put the idea of political power above all. I think you and I should talk properly about this when I'm sure of my next move." He dried himself off, making the towel disappear with a snap of his fingers. "I'm going to focus on what's important for now. Would you like to see my lab? The Dark Lord often nurtures my 'creativity' when it comes to alchemy and transfiguration."

Pansy nodded her head. "That would be nice." She watched as he dressed in a simple black suit.

-HTE-

Albus Dumbledore sat in the Headmaster's Office, frowning as he thought about Harry. The poor boy had been dragged off by the Dark Lord. He didn't even know that the Dark Lord had come back to life, though he had been worrying about it since the incident a couple of years ago. Lucius had tried to sneak something in, though whatever it was he did not know. It worried him that such events could happen without his knowledge. He took one of the lemon drops from his desk, sighing sadly as he popped the candy into his mouth. The fact that not even Severus knew what was going on didn't bode well for them. Young Harry was hopefully alive, otherwise the prophecy would be completed on this night, and not in the way Albus strove for it to end.

He took out the small file he had on Harry, staring at the picture of the young man from his first year. He hated the life Harry had been forced to live, but it had been completely necessary for the young man not to be around magicals. Young Harry's birth had shattered nearly all records of magical power on that fateful July night. He had only seen one other such person, and that had been Gellert. Magical sycophants were a rarity in the world nowadays. People who could harness the magic around others and use it for their own purposes. He hadn't wanted anyone to take advantage of Harry's abilities for themselves, so hid him away in the muggle world. After all, Harry's magic as a baby was enough to nullify a Killing Curse from the Darkest magic user in decades.

"Fawkes, can you find him…?" He asked the phoenix softly, wiping a tear from his eyes.

"Not at the moment, Albus…" Fawkes trilled to him. "It'll take a few weeks for my power to recover from the last Burning Day, especially after swallowing that curse. I'm sorry, old friend."

"Don't apologise." Albus stroked the gentle plumage of the baby phoenix. "You saved my life again, Fawkes. I only pray that Harry is safe…"

-HTE-

Harry brought Pansy to the lowest level of the manor. "This was my family's ancestral home. I moved here after the Dark Lord helped free me from my relatives." He stopped at a small wall. He cut his hand with the small blade he kept under his trousers, smearing the blood on the wall. Slowly, the walls began to dissolve away, revealing the large laboratory. "Welcome to my humble lab." He smirked.

Pansy walked beside him, jumping as the wall re-emerged behind them. "Y-You're an alchemist, right?"

"Not a masterful one, but a basic one." Harry nodded, opening one of the numerous storage containers that littered the room. He took out a small ruby stone. "The great Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone. I've been using it to accelerate my magical abilities. Its power allows a magical to enhance their abilities, boosts the effects of potions and of course, creates the Elixir of Life." He tossed it back to the box, locking it. "What are you interested in seeing?"

"Anything." Pansy shrugged.

Harry took out a small necklace. "A main part of alchemy is imbuing items with an immense amount of magical energy. This necklace can completely shield the mind of whomever wears it." He placed it around her neck. "If you're going to be around me all the time, you're going to need this."

"Non-alchemists can do things like that too you know." Pansy pointed out.

"Look at your neck." Harry rolled his eyes.

Pansy glanced in the mirror, frowning. The necklace had simply disappeared. "How?"

"It blends into the skin of the wearer." He explained, wiping his eyes. He sat down, closing his eyes for a moment. "It's days like this where I wish I could just purge my emotions away."

"Like the Dark Lord?" Pansy asked softly.

Harry chuckled. "He doesn't really purge them away. He's just amazing at hiding them. It may sound ludicrous, but I've seen the human side of the Dark Lord. It's a rare thing to see, and most of his followers will never see it, but he does care about the cause."

Pansy frowned. "Harry, don't get insulted by this and kill me, but how come he allows a half-blood into his ranks?"

Harry chuckled weakly. "Because I'm a magical sycophant. The more magicals I'm around, the stronger my power grows. If I was ever to go to the likes of magical America for instance, I'd probably be able to conquer it by myself. Besides that, he knows that I can help fix the problem."

"What problem?"

"How many squibs and miscarriages did your mother have?" Harry asked.

"One miscarriage and three squibs…" Pansy admitted, though it hurt her to admit it.

Harry nodded. "I see. What if I told you, within three generations purebloods wouldn't be able to actually conceive or have children?"

"T-Then we'd be gone in a few generations…" Pansy gulped.

Harry sat her down once she paled. "Indeed. So, I'm working on a formula that would increase fertility within purebloods. I believe the problem is twofold. Regular biology and magical biology."

"You lost me…" Pansy blushed in embarrassment.

"Basically, rampant inbreeding results in genetic abnormalities as it would in non-magicals and in the case of magicals, it weakens the core." Harry sat across from her. "For instance, my mother's muggle enriched blood, while disgusting, was able to power my core past what it would have been if I was a pureblood. The power of that DNA strand allowed me to do so much more than if my mother had been a pureblood."

Pansy frowned. "That would mean that we'd have to breed with mudbloods and half-bloods?"

"No." Harry shook his head, opening a small compartment in his trunk. "I've created a serum. If I'm right, it would allow any pureblood woman to conceive a child, and supercharge sperm cells to the point that one sperm cell could easily penetrate and fertilise an egg."

Pansy took the serum into her hands. "Does it work?"

"I'm not sure if this version works. The old ones had a lot of problems." Harry admitted. "My work needs volunteers. Thankfully Rookwood's eldest daughter got married recently. She and her husband are offering to help out with the trials. If it works, then I can use it as a recruitment tool." He watched her carefully. "I used to think that purebloods deserved whatever happened to them, until I met some of the Dark Lord's followers. I want to help people, Pansy. I also…well I finally want to prove to everyone that I'm more than just someone who survived the Killing Curse."

Pansy nodded, handing it back to him. "You're trying to help people. People who look down on you. That's a good thing."

Harry smirked. "Don't get it twisted, I'm not a nice person. People like Malfoy, they'll never get the serum. Nor will anyone I don't like." He placed the serum back into the cooler. He rubbed his arm nervously after a couple of minutes of pure silence. "Thank you, Pansy. It's the first time in a long time I've been able to talk honestly with someone my age." He chuckled sadly.

Pansy smiled softly. "Well, I am your confidant now, Harry. Or would you prefer, Master?"

Harry felt himself grin. "I don't think the Dark Lord would appreciate anyone calling me by his title." He stared into her eyes. "Impressive, the necklace can't even allow me into your mind." He held out his hand. "Come on, we might as well spend some time in my bedroom."

Pansy blushed. "If that's your wish."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I have everything in my room. Including a recliner chair, my personal living space and most importantly, it's where I keep my things, pervert."

-HTE-

Voldemort could be called a great many things. In his youth, when he had gone under his muggle name, he was known for his charismatic personality, intelligence, drive and control of magic. As he grew older, and delved into the darker arts, he was branded as everything evil in the world. He of course had his hatred of muggles. Though who could actually blame him for his hatred of the muggle world? His mother had died in childbirth. His father didn't want him. The orphanage forced him to live a life of pain and suffering. He had delved into the darkness to make the world feel his pain. Then, he had lost his body because of the Potter woman.

It had been both the end of his rule, and the beginning of his rebirth. When he offered Harry a chance to join him years ago, he never thought the boy would actually join him. It had been amazing to see how history had begun to repeat itself. Harry had allowed him to possess him for several months, feeding him from his own magical reserves. When he finally returned to a body, it was a near copy of his original body. His hair was slightly greying and his eyes were a crimson shade, but other than that, he was human. Harry had showed him a new life. He would never consider himself a true human, but he had learnt some humanity thanks to Harry.

The boy had helped him in many ways, though he'd never admit it around his followers. While fear did keep the majority of them in line, some like Lucius Malfoy often tried to overthrow the regime and implement himself as the new leader. It was a Slytherin trait that he agreed with. Only the strong should rule. But Lucius Malfoy wasn't strong. He was a weak fool, one who regularly lost against a teenager. Granted, that teenager was also a powerful sycophant with a hatred against several purebloods who he felt were 'weak', but Lucius had once been one of the greatest duellists England had seen, before his marriage to Narcissa had ended his career. The fool was a slave to his wife at times.

He sipped his tea as he sat upon his throne, thinking of what to do. Harry's secrecy had been paramount to his plans. The young man had become something that he had been completely proud of. The boy's ambition and drive were better than most of his inner circle. Harry took to knowledge immediately once he had someone to encourage him, which the Dark Lord had done in spades. While he was a heartless bastard who had killed James and Lily Potter, he did want the young man to have some form of a childhood. He encouraged him with spells and spent time working with him on certain things that no one chose to tell him about.

While he would never say it aloud, he had taken a shining to the boy. Harry had become the closest thing he had to a son. His heir was a credit to both the Slytherin title, and to the Potter line. He rubbed his forehead, thinking about the best situation. To reveal Harry now would throw the Order of the Phoenix off and create chaos in the world. On the other hand, once Harry was outed as a Dark Lord in training, he'd be in danger from many different sides. He didn't want to believe the prophecy, which would result in him having to end the life of Potter, something he never wanted to happen. Sadly, if it came to it, he would end his heir's life in an instant.

'Nagini, I need you to watch over the boy for a few days.' Voldemort whispered to his familiar.

'As you wish, Master.'

-HTE-

Pansy panted as she lay beside Harry, blushing into his chest. He wasn't just the Dark Lord's heir, he was a damned machine. She rested her head on his chest, glancing up at his face. He seemed to be more reserved than she was when it came to sex. She felt his hands glide over her back, smiling as she thought about her situation. "Master, may I ask you something?"

"I thought I told you not to call me that?" Harry frowned, his eyes still closed.

"You've earned that title." Pansy whispered, covering them with the blanket. "How are you so…sane? The Dark Arts are supposed to cause madness."

Harry chuckled. "That's a common misconception." He continued to massage her back, opening his eyes. "The Dark Arts are dangerous to the weak willed or the weak minded. Take Crabbe and Goyle. If they ever delved as far as I did into the Dark Arts, they'd become either brain dead gorillas, or madmen who torture for fun. Someone like you, you could delve as far as Bellatrix Lestrange did, without becoming as mad as she is. Though her madness is more from Azkaban than Dark Arts."

Pansy looked up at him. "Have you delved as far as the Dark Lord?"

"No." Harry shook his head. "At this point, I've about 90% of the Dark Lord's knowledge. Once my core stabilises completely at seventeen, I'll finish my training."

"What is your position once you're fully trained?"

"I'm going to help take over Ireland." Harry whispered. "Then, we'll be working on the rest of Europe." He yawned a little, pulling Pansy up beside him. "So, tell me something Pansy, was the half-blood to your liking?" He smirked.

Pansy blushed again, nodding her head. "Very." She felt his arms embrace her gently. It was strange for her to see him like this. He was warmer than he was in the main chamber. He was smiling a lot more, cuddling her and even nuzzling her neck with his nose. It was nice. It was like being in a relationship, though she knew he didn't love her. She was just something for him to relax himself with.

"If you marry Malfoy, what would your life be like?" Harry asked after an hour of just cuddling.

"Probably just a trophy wife." Pansy admitted, staring into his eyes. "I'd be expected to birth an heir for his family and then he'd probably just use mistresses for his pleasure. He'd have the option to move to a home somewhere else, and have a nanny raise the child." She bit her lip. "The Malfoys are extremely old fashioned like that, as is my own father. Do you love? I mean, the Dark Lord is kind of famous for that…his heart doesn't love."

Harry shrugged. "I suppose I do. I love my friends. I loved Sirius. Hell, I even love the Dark Lord for what he's done for me." He smiled sadly. "As for the feminine persuasion, Dark Arts took too much of my time. I've only had 'helpers'." He smirked a little, moving a lock of her hair behind her ear. "But, I'd like to get married one day. Raise a family."

Pansy smiled a little. "You'll make a woman very happy one day." She closed her eyes. "If it ever came to it, if that prophecy were true, would you kill him?"

Harry frowned, thinking about the question for a few seconds. Could he really do something like that to the man who took him in? "No." He said slowly. "If it came to it, that one of us would have to die. I'd ask him to wait until I had an heir, then I'd allow it. I owe my life to Voldemort…I'd give my life in an instant for him."

Pansy stared at him. "That is true loyalty, Master."

"I wish you'd stop calling me that." Harry rolled his eyes.