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Harry tried to free his right hand, but the sculpture held him. His left hand burned, dark red blood trickled from the dagger's wound. He shuddered, goosebumps appeared on his hands. How much time passed, half an hour or more, Dumbledore and Aurors were looking for him, but would they be in time.

Or he would die just like this in this cold, bleeding, without a chance to fight. Without his friends, completely alone. At least he gonna see his parents in the afterlife.

The moon illuminated graveyard. Green potion boiled in a cauldron. Wormtail with his back turned to Harry stayed near the cauldron. But nothing happened. Maybe Voldemort choked under the water, then Harry would need to deal with Wormtail. Harry could try to capture him to prove Sirius's innocence.

Fleur lay unmoving about ten feet away. How long Wormtail's stunner would last? Harry couldn't wait for Fleur to wake up. She still clutched her wand.

Could Harry pull the wand? He focused on the wand position, closed his eyes, imagined how it flew from Fleur's palm to Harry's.

Smooth wood's texture of the wand felt marvellous. Harry firmly held the wand, he willed magic into the wand, a weak wave of warms flowed back through Harry's body. The wand was a poor match for Harry, he needed his own wand.

Harry opened his eyes, Wormtail stood at the same spot. Harry aimed his wand at the sculpture's arm that held him. Difindo. A green blade cut through the arm's stone.

Wormtail turned, his ugly face had pained grimace. He unclenched his right hand from stomp of his left, frantically put the right hand into a pocket.

Harry send a stunner. Wormtail fumbled with his unharmed arm in his pocket. But the blue spell was faster, it hit him into the chest. Wormtail unconscious dropped to the side.

Harry corrected his glasses and wiped them with his fingers. Harry found his old wand in Wormtail's pocket. The warms of his own wand were reassuring. He put Fleur's wand into the back pocket of his trousers and healed the cut on his hand.

Harry moved closer to the cauldron, aiming the wand before him. He peered into the depth of it. The green potion was so thick that he could not see anything beneath the surface.

Potion making is an exact science. Surely if he evaporated some potion, Voldemort would die. Harry cast clearing spell. A white light rushed to the surface. Blue shield engulfed the cauldron, on the sides of the cauldron blue runes shined. The white light faded colliding with the shield.

Harry didn't know all the runes on the cauldron, but there were many powering runes. He stepped back from the cauldron and shot the most powerful fire lance that he could master.

The fire lance collided with the cauldron. Shield flashed blue but didn't show any damage. Harry shot three more lances, shield blocked all spells. Seemed like he could not deal with Voldemort now.

Harry strode to Fleur, she looked beautiful even now, her silver hairs glowing with the light of Moon. Renervate. A golden light flew to Fleur. She didn't stir.

"Fleur?" Harry bent and turned Fleur over, her eyes were closed.

"Fleur, wake up." He shook her. Renervate. Nothing. Harry took her hand, he found her pulse, it was slow, but it was there.

Fleur wasn't under basic stunner, Wormtail cast something else, at least she was alive. Harry needed to go back to Hogwarts, taking Fleur with him. Knowledge of apparation would help him, if only it were taught for six-year students. Harry cursed.

The winner cup landed near him. It worked as portkey to this Graveyard maybe it could take them back. Harry dragged Fleur body to the portkey.

Harry took her hand in his, he pulled them to the portkey. Harry could take Wormtail to the Ministry, and Sirius would receive a trail. Harry put down Fleur and run to Wormtail. Harry grabbed his legs and struggling with the body's weight shuffled to Fleur.

The green potion splashed from the cauldron. A figure, with its back turned to Harry, emerged from the cauldron. The waist long dark hairs with silver strands covered the figure's back. White skin glowed under moonshine.

The figure was a woman. Voldemort? Could it be him? Her? Harry let go of Wormtail and aimed his wand at the woman. Should he fire or question this person?

"Hello? Who are you?"

The woman didn't react.

Harry stepped sideways to have a better look.

The woman roamed her hands over her body and laughed. Green potion remains evaporated, and a black sleeveless dress appeared.

Chills moved through Harry's body. Wandless magic, he should go before she noticed him.

Harry sneaked back to Wormtail's body, keeping aim at the woman. Something cracked under his foot.

The woman turned around, her glowing red eyes found Harry's green. She slowly smiled. "Harry Potter, we finally met face to face."

Harry froze on his spot. Those red eyes hunted Harry for the last six years. Harry fought with Voldemort thrice, but he never was in his real body.

It could be a mistake, and she was some other Dark Lord, but then why abduct him? And Wormtail served to the Lord Voldemort. "Voldemort?"

"Who else did you expect?" Voldemort moved her right hand and the cauldron melted into a puddle of metal. Her dress has two long cuts from the bottom to her tights, reviling her long smooth white legs.

She strode to Harry. The puddle slithered over the ground, creating high heel metal shoes whenever she stepped.

Harry cursed, if he went to Fleur immediately he would already be gone. Harry shoot fire lance at Voldemort and run, to Fleur, to take them out.

Voldemort moved her hand, a wand sped from Wormtail's robe. She slashed with her newly acquired wand. Blue orb intercepted Harry's fire lance neutralizing it.

Harry jumped to Fleur. He collided with the ground with a thud, his abdomen and chests hurt. He wrapped his fingers around Fleur's palm and pulled them and his wand holding hand to the cup.

A red spell hit near the cup, exploding the ground and sending it flying out of Harry's reach, to the graves.

"Not so fast darling."

Harry cursed and swiftly turned around on the ground. His glasses were askew. He channelled all his magic and shoot three fire lances at once.

Voldemort lazily made circle motion with her wand. A blue shield appeared. The lances collided with the shield. They exploded with a bang, the fire disappeared. Voldemort still stood, unharmed, but explosions dissolved parts of the shield. She eyed missing parts of her shield with a smile.

Harry panted laying on the ground, he corrected his glasses, still aiming at her. But what could he do when his most powerful spells did almost nothing to her? And why she wasn't attacking him?

Voldemort hid the shield. "You are powerful, a bit training and you could match me in the raw power." She stretched her free hand to Harry. His wand flew to her. "Mmm, I've always wanted to touch your wand. You know, they say brother wands should feel the same." She twirled his wand. Voldemort aimed Harry's wand at Fleur, a red spell shoot at her.

Harry tried to shield Fleur with his body, but the red spell was faster. The spell hit Fleur. A red wave spread over her body, but it didn't do any visible damage.

Voldemort sent the same type of spell at Wormtail. "Like I thought, they are wrong, your wand resists me, creating not a pleasant sensation when I cast spells."

"What did you do to Fleur?" Harry stood up, clenched his fist, Voldemort stood in five steps before him. Two seconds and he could touch her. Last time his touch destroyed Quirrell whom she controlled. But if he didn't succeed it would be the end of his. And he must live to warn Dumbledore that Voldemort resurrected. But also he must avenge his family, and save his friends. He still had an advantage, Fleur's wand in his back pocket.

"Don't worry I've stunned them, so they don't bother us for some time."

Harry cursed. "What do you want?"

"A cup of coffee would be great, oy and a soft, warm bed, how I missed it." Voldemort looked up, then smirked at Harry. "And to neutralise some of the dimwits that failed me."

She was too playful for the most dangerous person in the whole world. Maybe the resurrection ritual went wrong, and she became nuts. This would undoubtedly justify her behaviour. And she still didn't kill him, perhaps if he played along with her, she would let him and Fleur go. Harry relaxed his shoulders and unclenched his fists.

"And what do you want from me? Why I'm still alive?"

"Make a guess?"

"You will torture me and then kill, sending my body to the Ministry?"

She laughed, "Good guess, you have a vivid imagination."

She stepped closer to Harry, on this magical shoes she was the same height as Harry. Her pale skin contrasted with her now purple eyes, which roamed all over Harry's body.

He did the same. She had full pink lips, straight nose. Her high cheekbones and angular jawline made her look very regal. Her black dress had a low-cut neck that emphasised her perky medium breasts.

"I see you know where to look." She smirked.

Harry averted his eyes, his cheeks burned with shame. She is a killer that killed his family. Harry looked back at her full lips. But she was a beautiful, insanely beautiful killer.

She moved her left hand to Harry's face.

He flinched from the touch. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry I won't die from the touch."

"I'm more worried about, myself."

She held Harry's cheek. She didn't cry in pain like the last time they touched. She smiled showing her flawless white teeth. Her delicate fingers brushed over Harry's jawline. Her hand was dry and warm. She peered into Harry's eyes.

Her purple eyes mesmerised Harry, this was some kind of magic, very dark magic. Nobody touched him like this before.

She took off Harry's glasses and tossed them away. The world was gone blurred into nothingness only Voldemort was here. She stepped even closer to him, tilted her head and kissed him on the lips, pressing his body to hers with her other hand.

Harry froze, his first kiss was stolen by this woman. How she dared to do this? But her lips were so soft and warm. She closed her eyes. He kissed her back, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her. His hardness touched her tights, Harry unwrapped his arms trying to hide this fact. But she still held him, her hard nipples poked Harry's chest. She seemed unfazed by this and still kissed, searching, moving her hands in Harry's hairs.

Harry opened his eyes, this was a distraction that he so needed. She still had closed eyes.

Harry put his right hand to his back pocket. Fleur's wand was missing. Harry internally cursed.

Voldemort moved her lips away and opened her eyes. "You're a good kisser." She squeezed Harry's cock. "And I'm glad that you like it."

Harry cursed under his breath and tried to hide his erection with his hands. "Why have you even kissed me?"

"You were asking what I want, I showed it." She winked. She stepped back, in her right hand were two wands. Fleur's wand swooped to her left hand. She took the wand with her fingertips. "And you won't need this." A fire engulphed the wand, the wood cracked and blackened. The flames didn't hurt her hand. After five-second the wand turned to ashes.

Voldemort shook off them."I'm more interested in what do you want?"

"Save my friends and the world from you."

"Understandable and it's perfect." she moved her wand. Metal threads sprang up from the puddle creating a throne. On which she sat, she put her hands on armrests and crossed her long pale legs. Her dress revealed her beautiful pale tights. "I can give you all, if..." she moistened her lips, "you will join me."

"Join you in what exactly? Killing and torturing innocent people?"

"Oy it would be fun, imagine paper headlines, and the terror of Dumbledore. We will be deadly due, killing people around and lust dancing." She uncrossed her legs. "Just kidding, but actually, ah never mind. It's all fun and satisfying, but I've found the other way that satisfies me the most."

Her legs looked perfect, how they must be smooth and warm on the touch. Harry shook his head. She enchanted him, maybe her kiss was poisoned."And what is it?"

She smirked, she certainly noticed how Harry devoured her. Harry's cheeks burned more than ever.

"You, your touch, your kiss. So let's make a deal, I get my satisfaction, and you can go back to your dimwit Dumbledore."

That was too good to be true, but for the chance to warn everybody Harry would do anything.

"And what I must do Voldemort?"

"Call me Alice, we now on the first name basis" She moved her hand. The central piece of her dress dissolved exposing her wet pink cunt. "I want you to kiss and lick my cunt like your life depends on it, and it really depends on it."

Harry swallowed, but she was the killer of his family, a very sexy killer. "And what if I refuse?"

"Harry, Harry, your good hearth makes you vulnerable. " Voldemort aimed her wand at Fleur. "On your knees."

It was for the greater good. Harry sank down to the ground.

Voldemort smiled and lowered her wand.

Harry moved his hands over her smooth feet and ankles. Voldemort nodded smiling. Harry slowed the motion.

"I want to take Fleur and Wormtail with me."

"You can take the girl if you lick good enough. But why did you even need my servant?"

"To clear my godfather's name, Wormtail framed him for the murder that Sirius didn't commit."

"Aaa, you want to right the wrong, how noble of you." She put her right feet behind Harry's neck and pulled him closer. "Don't stop, kiss my legs further."

Harry put his hands on her smooth calves. He traced with his fingers further to her tights, spreading them wider, he kissed her inner thighs. She trembled. His cock pulsed and throbbed, at least he had loose pants.

Her cunt had no visible folds, only wet alluring pink slit. She smelled a bit sweet. Juices trickled from the slit. Harry met Voldemort eyes with his. This was it. Harry gave her a wet kiss on her cunt. She tasted like wine, sweet and sour, her juices tingled on his tongue. Harry probed deeper with his tongue. Her cunt texture was smooth and slick.

"Oh," She closed her eyes for a moment, "I can give you my servant if you give me your word, that-"

Harry licked her cunt for all its length. She put her hands in Harry's hair, massaged the scalp. He sucked her clit. Licked it up and down, up and down.

"Fuck, oy, it's..." She panted and crossed her legs behind Harry's back and moved him even more closer. "It's better than I thought, ah, oh, keep doing it."

He sucked, kissed and explored her insides with his tongue. Harry drink this sweet juice. Unbelievable, it was better than anything that he had ever tasted. Harry's cock throbbed and ached.

Sirius, Harry needed to ensure his freedom. Her cunt almost made him forget about everything. Harry backed away from her magnificent cunt. Using his tongue licked the juices from his lips.

Voldemort opened her purple eyes and tried to shift him back with her legs. "Don't stop."

Harry stopped in inches from her cunt. "What word I must give you?"

"Can we talk a little bit later? I want my first orgasm after seventeen years of misery."

Harry kept looking at her. Her black dress had wet stains on her breaths, and her nipples were erect towering for more than an inch. Did her nipples leak? He wanted to continue licking and sucking of her but held himself from it. He needed to know on what sacrifice he must go to save Sirius and the world.

"Fine, gave me your word that you are mine, and after the next cuddling session I'll give you Wormtail."

"Mine?"

"Whenever I want you to please me, you will do it."

"What about killings?"

"Aaa, what about them?"

"Will you kill innocent people?"

"If I'll be satisfied I won't do it." Voldemort's eyes for a second changed to the red colour. "Are you happy now? Because I'm feeling unsatisfied."

"Yes, I accept your deal, and take your word that you won't attack innocents." Seemed like it was the best that he could get from her. Even If she didn't hold her word about killings, he would warn people about her.

"Perfect, now use your mouth for the greatest of goods."

Harry put his hands on her tights and gladly moved back to kissing her cunt. She closed her eyes. He licked to full depth, tasting her insides. Her cunt leaked coating Harry's face in her sweet juice.

Voldemort dug her fingers into his scalp. "Fuck, faster."

Harry licked her clit with more force, up and down. He switched to circular motions. Her cunt flooded him with juices, but Harry kept on licking.

She cried, "Fuuck, yes."

She shuddered, her legs squeezed Harry. From her nipples squirts of liquid sprayed into the air and over Harry. She shuddered again and again, her cunt squirted magical juice into Harry's mouth. He drank it all, enjoying the taste.

She relaxed and uncrossed her legs. Harry breathless leaned back on his hands.

"You have a gift." She laughed. "It's almost a pity that only I will experience it."

Harry panted. She almost drowned him with her juices. But if he would need to choose a death way, he certainly would choose this. His cock still stood straight, and his pants had a wet spot on the groin. Using his hand, he hid his erect cock from Voldemort.

"Don't be shy." She moved her hand, and the metal liquid from the puddle slithered under Harry and created a backrest for him.

She used her legs to push Harry onto the backrest and to remove his hand that shielded his cock. One more hand movement. Voldemort's magic tore the fabric of Harry's pants, showing his standing cock.

"I want to return the favour." With her hand, she collected the juices from her cunt. Then she coated in them her soles. "That will do."

She pushed his cock against his stomach with her juiced sole. She slowly rubbed the cock up and down. Jolts of excitement spread through his body. Her legs very the sexiest legs that he had ever seen. Her pink cunt glistened with new juices. Harry swallowed but tore his eyes away.

Voldemort smirked and moved her leg from his cock to his mouth. "Lick my toes, we need more lube."

Harry licked one by one between her toes. They tasted with her sweet juices. It would be fun if Dumbledore or Aurors would catch them in this situation.

"Good, good." Voldemort smiled. Her other leg played with Harry's cock. She put the cock between her big and index toes and stroked up and down. Up and down.

Harry sweated and panted, her skilled legs were a thousand times better than his hand.

She grabbed his cock between both of her soles and stroked for full cock's length.

Harry closed his eyes and trembled.

"Darling, do it for me." She increased the pace.

Harry shuddered, threads of cum erupted from his cock. She didn't stop her stroking, milking his cock for all had. Harry's muscles clenched and unclenched several times. His world exploded into nothingness.

Harry sat with closed eyes, waves of pleasure pulsing through his body.

Harry opened his eyes. The night was blacker than he remembered.

Voldemort stood over him, her wet cunt was near.

Not today. Harry slowly stood up, swaying a bit. Cum was cleaned from his cock and stomach.

The throne and the backrest transformed back to the puddle of metal.

She created the frontal part of the dress. Then she pulled back her hairs, showing the smooth and a bit sweaty skin of her armpits. Her arms were fit, with noticeable muscles. Her breasts shifted up, her nipples and areolas visible under the wet fabric of her dress.

How soft they were? Harry with all his will stopped his hand from reaching out to her breasts. His cock started erecting again, Harry turned away from her. Why did he like it so much? Because she was his first woman? Or because she was his mortal enemy, that for some reason decided to get satisfaction from him?

Voldemort pressed her body to Harry from behind. Her hard nipples crashed into Harry's back. Her warm breath tickled his ear. She took Harry's cock into her hand.

"Whoy." Harry's cock sprang under her touch.

In her other hand, she had her wand, she brought it closer to Harry's cock.

Harry gulped, she wouldn't cut his cock, would she?

"Relax." she pointed her wand at the metal puddle, the sphere of metal zoomed up. Near his cock it stretched out, transforming into the snake. The snake eyes glowed green, and her body got covered in scales. Voldemort aimed her wand at his cock, the snake wrapped around his balls.

Harry shuddered under the touch of the snake's cold metal. "What is it?"

"Don't worry," The snake wrapped around Harry's cock, restraining it. Voldemort smiled. "it just to prevent you from, masturbation. From now on I'm your only source of release."

"Okay. I just hope it doesn't eat my cock."

Voldemort laughed, she repaired the fabric of Harry's pants.

The snaked slithered in circles, her metal already warmed up to Harry's temperature. Seemed like it wouldn't squeeze Harry to death. But a shower would now be a challenge.

Voldemort strolled away, she looked at Fleur, then made a circle with the tip of her wand. Harry's glasses flew to her hand, she touched them with the wand, the glasses glowed with the blue colour for a second.

Voldemort gave the glasses to Harry. "I charmed them, so Dumbledore can't read your mind."

"He won't cast Legilimency on me." Harry took the glasses but didn't put on.

"No, but If you look him in the eyes, he can glimpse your thoughts."

Nobody told him about this, could it be true? Or it was a lie so Harry would always wear the glasses.

"And, what about you? Can you read my thoughts?"

Voldemort winked. "I like that you decided to play along with me."

Harry put on the glasses. Did he look her in the eyes when he planned on warning everybody about her? Why she didn't bother about this?

"What can I say about this..." Harry moved his hand through his hair, "thing?"

"Say whatever you want, but don't mention our sweet moment."

"So you are okay if I will tell everybody about your return?"

"Sure, let's see their reaction." Voldemort cast a spell. The gravestones were falling while a ground patch crept to Fleur, the cup was laying on it.

"We have already exceeded all time limits." Voldemort gave Harry his wand. "We will talk about everything the next time."

The warms of his wand were reassuring. Could he try to hit her? No, he mustn't risk, he needed to save Fleur, while Voldemort allowed it.

Harry crouched near Fleur and took her hand.

The snake squeezed Harry's cock. Harry stopped and turned to Voldemort.

"You forgot my goodbye kiss." Voldemort strolled to Harry swaying her hips.

Harry pecked her on lips.

She tilted her head, "You can do better."

Harry put his hands on the small of her back. She smiled and moved her hands through his hair.

Harry kissed her slowly, her upper lip between his. She kissed back, closing her purple eyes.

She was so warm, and the feeling of her nipples poking his chest was marvellous. How could she be so sweet? When she killed before, would she kill again?

Her tongue brushed against his teeth. Harry broke away and stepped back panting.

She opened her eyes. "I'm hurt, you rejected me." She said mockingly.

Harry smiled.

She cast a spell, and Harry's clothes cleaned from stains and wet spots.

"Thanks."

"Go back to the Hogwarts. We will meet again soon."

Harry's cock twitched. The next time she would want to be more intimate, could he do it?

"Where will you go?"

"Will find some hotel, with coffee, hot bath, warm bed." She smiled. "Tomorrow will be a busy day."

What were dark lords doing on their busy days, when they promised not to kill anybody?

Harry got back to the cup.

"Almost forgot, your defence teacher is a Death Eater." Voldemort smiled.

"What?"

"How did you think the cup portkeyed you there?" She raised her right eyebrow. "Anyway, I don't need his help any more, you must say a word to Dumbledore so he can deal with this small problem."

"Okay, thank you."

"A pleasure." Voldemort blew a kiss.

Harry with his and Fleur's hands touched the cup. The world rushed in a blur.

Harry fell on the sandy ground. Fleur laid near.

The castle, illuminated by the Moon, was visible in the dark of the night. They were safe.

Spectator stands were half empty. Seemed like he spent a noticeable amount of time with Voldemort.

Someone shouted. People run to him, crowded around, asked their questions.

Dumbledore with a concerned expression on his pale face crouched near Harry. "Are you okay?"

"She is back," Harry said.

Fudge was near. "Who is back? What's going on?"

"Voldemort, I... barely got away." Harry rotated Fleur, she breathed, but why she wasn't awake already. Harry looked at Dumbledore. "Check her, is she okay?"

Fudge's face whitened. "She can't be back."

Professor Moody waddled to Harry through the crowd. "What's happened?"

Harry got up and shoot powerful stunner. The blue spell hit Moody in his chest, tossing him back. The crowd scattered from Harry.

Fudge shouted "You are insane!? Aurors catch him!"

Harry lowered his wand. "Professor Moody is a Death Eater."