ch. 3

"...so you see, these are why you should abandon your goals of taking over the wizarding world and why you should agree to negotiate with us." Hermione finished with a flourish, her eyes bright as she finally revealed their plans and months of work to the Dark company.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry knew that Voldemort had to accept it anyhow. His hands were tied.

The entire time that Hermione and Ron explained their reason for coming by, Voldemort had been quiet and contemplative. His eyes and demeanor had scared Ron and Hermione, but they refused to be cowed. Besides- Harry liked him. There had to be a reason why that Harry fell for him so. They didn't think tag Harry was really into the whole pureblood propaganda and torturing, so that left one thing: Voldemort had to have some type of good bone or trait in him that made Harry take notice.

For a another few minutes, Voldemort stayed silent as the talk swirled in his brain. Harry stayed in his dream-like state.

"...and why should I ever want to join forces with you? There is nothing that you can give me to make me desire so." Voldemort hissed out, his calm face now downturned into a hideous snarl. "You imbeciles dare to tell me what to do? You, blood-traitor, filthy mud-blood, and boy wonder, dare have the audacity to sway my ideas!"

Voldemort finished with a yell, hands gripping his throne tightly. His thick, dark magic swirling tightly around the large room, making his Death Eaters feel claustrophobic. The magic was angry and snapping, for Voldemort had released it so quickly and so much, that it took on physical manifestations- lightning was literally cracking near him.

A few inner circle jumped out of the way from fear of electrocution.

A sharp motion to his restless Death Eaters told them to capture the fools, and to leave Harry to him.

But before anyone could react, Harry's eyes hardened from its fluffy state and he released his own magic. Whereas Voldemort's took on lightning characteristics, Harry's was windy. The air turned swirled with a great gale that came from no where and it had a cold quality to it that chilled the already claustrophobicd Death eaters. The powerful influx of magic on both sides made many faint, even Ron and Hermione, whom had great reserves of magic themselves, felt the pressure and buckled under the weight of magic. The chandelier that brightened the room broke under the stress, setting the hall in darkness.

Some screamed and started shouting spells in the dark, forgetting that a good lighting charm would have sufficed to see.

But Harry and Voldemort didn't seem to notice anything outside their field of visions: each other. Harry's eyes took on a Avada Kedavra hue that glowed in the dark while Voldemort's red eyes glowed an equally bright if dark colored ruby. Like blood rubies.

Harry could feel Voldemort's power and aura and it made his almost lose his composure. It felt so powerful and dominant, Harry wanted to give in. The way that Voldemort's magic slid effortlessly against his and mingled together was like fire licking down his spine- it felt pleasurable as the magic was tinged with fury.

Voldemort, on the other hand, suddenly had a flash of fear. To think that a 19 year old brat prophesied to defeat him has this much power as such a young age. Even he, as older and experienced he was, knew that he would have trouble taking the brat down. Voldemort's fears, however, was also tinged with a new emotion that he hadn't felt for a long time- Desire. Potter's magic easily mugged with his as lighting and wind formed a storm-like scene around them. The ozone was thick in between them. The brat's magic also felt comforting though, as if they were meant to be near.

Voldemort shock off this thought though. "Preposterous," he muttered quietly. He had no time to dilly while Potter was still giving him the ice cold glare that had formed from the puppy-dog look of before.

Harry straightened his spine and like the powerful wizard he was, strode purposefully towards Voldemort. Harry's permanently disheveled hair swept in the wind as his confident gait belied his anger.

Voldemort, for some unknown reason, let Harry walk towards him until they had only a feet in between them.

Harry's face now broke into an even crueler smile that even touched the shriveled heart of Voldemort.

There was a maniac gleam that twinkled in Harry's eyes as he stood less than feet apart from his generation's Dark Lord. Harry's heart thumped wildly with excitement and fear as he said these words that sealed Voldemort's agreement to their plan.

Harry took another step that put one of his legs in between Voldemort's legs on the throne and leaned downwards to reach his ear. His hair brushing lightly against Voldemort's non-existing nose and cheek.

"I've got them all, Tom," Harry whispered into his ear darkly with a chuckle. "I've got all your horcruxes."

A/N: :0 I didn't mean for it to get dark. I mean...It was supposed to be a 10 min writing sesh that became 25 minutes.