Death eater meeting only. second part of the rest will be in the next chapter!

The pair arrived in Toms room at his manor. He loosened his grip on Harry and stood fully. Harry wiped his face and ran a hand through his hair. Tom rubbed his shoulder gently and turned to walk to his desk.

In the top drawer there sat a bag of small rings. They were fairly simply gold bands with a green emerald set in a lions mouth. All of them were magically linked to both each other and to the dark lord and Harry himself. Working similar to the dark mark except that they wouldn't cause pain when summoned. They could also be used much like a protean charm to send messages between them.

Tom has actually taken the idea from his dark marks and in a connected join effort with Hermione he had sorted through ideas into making them more suitable for minors in the school for Harry to collect his own group of followers. Mainly being students who either were dark or supported the dark but didn't have the capacity or desire to become a death eater.

He pulled the bag from the drawer and turned towards Harry and watched the teen. While Tom was definitely worried for him, he had noticed that despite the situation Harry had chosen to fight through it and push down his emotions. Generally that was something Tom would do and so he was concerned for Harry's well-being.

"Harry?" He called to the teen.

"Yeah?" Harry said while keeping his head down.

"You're not as cold as I am. You don't have to be ruthless. You above anyone else are allowed to feel. Don't let this make you like me. You have a large heart. Talk to me love." Tom coaxed gently.

"It's not that I don't want to. I can't. I wasn't prepared to expect an attack when I knew something was coming. I should have known."

"You should have expected to be attacked brutally in a school? By your peers? With the old coot there? Harry you're not at fault for this."

"I can't very well condemn them to death for it!" Harry roared angrily.

Tom stared at him and watched as the younger's magic swirled our from him aggressively. Harry's eyes flashed golden as the flecks in them sparked. He noticed the small tips of the boys fangs and the sharpened nails slowly disappearing as Harry struggled to calm himself.

"I see. You think that if you speak to me about your trouble I will kill them because you speak to me? Do they not deserve it for daring to touch what is mine?" Tom hissed angrily as he grasped Harry's chin.

Glowing green flecked orbs stared back into burning crimson. Tears pricked painfully in Harry's eyes as he leaned his head against Tom. With an exasperated sigh Tom wrapped his arms around his younger partner.

"If it is what you want. I will not kill them. They will be punished for hurting you but I will let them live."

"They didn't know. They just thought I was spying for the old coot. I can't justify murdering them for trying to protect you. They're idiots though. Flint more so than Parkinson. Parkinson didn't know what Flint was planning. You don't know what Flint thought. He said you'd give me to him."

"He is a fool. I do not give away humans to become sexual concubines. The only one you shall ever belong to is me love. And when you are ready I shall chase away all traces of the filth that dared touch what is mine."

Tom's hissed words turned angry and full of venom towards the end. Harry turned his head up to capture the others lips in his. The fiery passion in their kiss caused their magic to flare out around them. Encasing them in a swirling cage of sparks and stripes of black. After thoroughly kissing his smaller partner Tom pulled back and put his hand on Harry's shoulder to keep him steady in place.

"Easy love. Not right now. As much as I desire to devour you and make you mine we do have business first."

"Then you better stop with the parsel." Harry panted.

"Oh does it turn you on when I speak like this my little lion?" Tom smirked as he pulled Harry against him.

"Yesssss." Harry moaned softly.

"Then perhaps later… For now, these are yours." He said as he handed Harry the pouch.

"What are they for?" Harry asked pulling one free from the bag.

"They're similar time my mark. But they're more student friendly. I decided that while I have my followers, you would need some of your own. I know your friends, although they support us, wouldn't necessarily support me fully without you. I decided to give you these to mark your followers and the dark supporters so that they are able to be connected to us. While you don't have to give them to supporters, I do expect your little team of minions to have them. They connect to me as well as to you. I tweaked a protean charm to allow them to send messages between each other. Yours is a master ring and looks different than those."

"This is amazing. You're brilliant. What about the coot?" Harry asked.

"To the old codger they're going to be invisible. The only ones who can see them are those who have the dark mark or the ring of yours. This is your official welcome to the dark order. As my left hand,"

Harry's head snapped up at Tom. The man was watching him with a warded gaze. He looked back down at the rings before closing the back and slipping it into his pocket.

"You mean you're telling them about us?"

"Yes. You are my partner Harry. In everything. While I am still the dark lord, you'll be my consort. Think of it as the cocommander of my army."

Harry smirked and began to laugh for a moment before calming himself. He shook his head at the arched eyebrow and looked away. Tom reached into his robe pockets and withdrew the small box from his robe. He opened it and took the small ring from inside. Taking a breath he turned around and offered his hand towards Harry.

"That's the Slytherin family crest. Tom…"

"It's the Slytherin lines consort ring. I decided to use it for your ring because I deemed it fitting. I can change it to another if you'd like…"

"No Tom. That's fine. I will take very good care of it."

"I know you will. Also, would you like to know the spell to condense your lordship rings into one so that you can wear it more comfortably?"

"I didn't know there was a spell for that."

"Of course there is. Some lord in the seventeenth century got tired of wearing two and so he made a spell to combine them. It shows a faceted crest in the center. Grab your wand and I'll teach you." Tom answered.

"I don't…Flint broke my wand…" Harry choked out softly.

"I will fetch it and see if Olivander can repair it. For now you may use mine. It answers to you as well because of our connection."

Harry took the wand carefully from the outstretched hand and grasped it lightly in his right hand. As Tom guided him through the movement for the spell he watched and then spoke the incantation as he pointed the bone white wand at the rings adorning his left hand.

The rings on his hand glowed brightly for a moment before they combined into one ring that took its residence on his right ring finger. Harry turned his hand and brought it up to his face to exam it closer. The ring itself was a beautiful meld of white gold and gold. The setting for the crests was split like a square with slightly smoothed corners to not be sharp. The black crest sat on the side closest to his thumb, the potter crest sat across from it on the side closest to his pinky, the Peverell sat at the top, and the Gryffindor crest sat at the bottom closest to his hand. The gemstones first each crest lined the center of the ring in a square. Sitting in slim lines before the crest they belonged to with a small space in the center of the square of gems sat a bright white diamond with a serpent engraved in the center.

"Why the center?" Harry asked curiously.

"When I offered you to be my consort you became the heir to the Slytherin line."

"Oh." Harry answered as he ran a finger across the dark blue sapphire of the Black family.

"Harry?" Tom asked cautiously.

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright love?" Tom asked as he placed his hand over Harry's smaller one.

"Yeah I just…it's a lot of responsibility and I'm not sure how to handle everything yet. With my lordships."

"I will ask Lucius if he would mind assisting you on proper lordship training. As for the Slytherin one, do not worry yourself with it for now. It will only fall to you should anything happen to me."

"That's unlikely." Harry laughed softly.

"Who beyond you could ever hope to defeat me darling?" Tom laughed haughtily.

"Oh the coot thinks he can." Harry laughed again as Tom strutted cockily around the room.

"What? Is my snooty better than thee expression funny? And the coot can dream I suppose." Tom chuckled.

He strode back over to Harry and slipped the ring on his left middle finger carefully. It shimmered slightly as it adjusted to Harry's own magic. Tom smiled and kissed the younger once again before transfiguring both of their robes into dark robes for the meeting. Harry laughed as he noticed the stitching on their robes was made from small snakes.

"They won't attack me?" Harry asked softly.

"Not if they value their lives. We will meet with my elite after the meeting to further discuss your role on our side. I added in a new spell to my mark which will prevent anyone from speaking of anything from the meeting to anyone who doesn't have the mark. Except Severus' his still allows him to speak unless it involves you or other students."

"You trust Snape not to spill to Dumbles?" Harry questioned.

"Yes. I know his loyalty isn't fully to me. The old man doesn't have it either. Severus is loyal to you. He feels he owed it to your mother." Tom answered him.

"Oh." Harry answered flatly.

"Come on love, just follow me. Stay quiet until I introduce you. And please don't question me in front of them or terrorize anyone. Nagini will be there to assist in easing your boredom I'm sure."

Tom turned and swept from the room. He lead the way through the quiet halls to the meeting room just off the entryway. Tom turned once to him and pulled his hood up with a final kiss before the meeting. After pulling up Harry's he morphed himself into his Voldemort appearance and allowed his magic to flow around him menacingly. He pushed the door open and lead Harry in the room.

The death eaters were all down kneeling when they heard the door open. A sea of black robes across the dimly light room with small splashed of the white or silver from their masks. With a wave of his hand their masks disintegrated into smoke as Tom swept towards the dais at the front of the room. Harry followed behind him careful to keep his hood up to guard his features.

"Rise." Tom hissed to the group before him.

The group clamored to their feet reluctant to be the last kneeling before the wizard. A scraping sound echoed through the room as Nagini found her way towards the center of the gathering. She hissed threateningly at those who didn't move fast enough before wrapping herself loosely around the back of the throne sitting elegantly on the stone dais.

"Welcome back. My loyal followers. It has been some time since we could last meet. You will notice, that I have brought a guest with me this evening." He turned and gestured towards Harry. "This guest is unknown to most of you. He has recently joined our cause. You will find him unequaled in his loyalty. His command will be unquestioned."

"My lord. Who is this newcomer?" Bellatrix asked with a deranged gleam in her eye.

Harry stared down the witch with his own eyes glowing with barely concealed contempt as he made his way towards Nagini. The large serpent hissed at him in greeting as she moved her head from the seat of the throne.

"Sit little lion. None will touch you." She hissed while turning her gaze towards the death eaters.

Hardy shrugged and sat like Nagini had suggested. To which caused an angry round of shouts. Bellatrix being the loudest of which who jumped to draw her wand and point it in his direction.

"YOU DARE TO SIT IN THE DARK LORDS THRONE?!" She roared angrily.

Voldemort however, cocked a nonexistent eyebrow at him and rolled his eyes. He raised his hand and his own wand slid into his hand. The group gathered began to whisper as to various ways the lord would destroy the supposed impudence but to their surprise, he merely conjured himself up a larger throne and changed the color of the one Harry sat in from green and silver to red and gold with lionclaw feet and armrests.

"As I was saying. His command will be unquestioned. He is lesser only to myself. Should he give you an order that contradicts my own you then may question him. Although I would suggest against it because he would probably only do such in an effort to save your life. This man you see before you is my left hand. My consort. And if you have an issue with that, well then you've joined the wrong army, haven't you?" He laughed darkly as he sat beside Harry.

"Show us your face my lord consort. Let us look upon the one who could conquer our lords heart." Bellatrix spat angrily.

"She doesn't like you little lion." Nagini hissed softly.

"So it would seem." Harry hissed back.

Much to the surprise of the room when the newcomer to their side also spoke the language of snakes. All but to one who promptly paled as he connected the dots as to the new lords identity.

"And why would I do as you ask? You think yourself so high in your lords favor that you could command me? Tell me, Bellatrix, why would I lower myself to pleasing you?" Harry hissed angrily.

"That is enough." Tom interrupted.

"Yes Master." Bellatrix bowed.

"Yes master." Harry mocked from where he sat.

"Hush my lion. Do not antagonize her. She has her uses." Tom hissed gently.

"To you." Harry huffed.

Nagini gave a hissy laugh which caused Harry himself to laugh. A not very sane sound when one is hissing in parseltongue. Which caused several of the dark wizards to cast him wary glances.

"You may recognize him. Know that an attack on him will be as an attack on myself. And should he not kill you, I will. You may lower your hood now." Tom called back to him.

Whatever Harry had expected to happen when he dropped his hood, he wasn't sure the deathly quiet was quite it. The room of wizards didn't even seem to breathe for a solid minute after he revealed his face to the group. Lucius recovered first and made his way forward cautiously past the dark lord and knelt before the younger wizard.

"My lord." He whispered as he bowed before the younger man.

"What is this? You stole their hero from them?" Bellatrix cackled madly.

"I didn't have to do much stealing considering Harry's newfound background. Dumbledore likes to play the manipulative old coot and drove him right to us. Now then. Further business. Yes?"

Silence once again filled the air as expectant stares came to stare at their lord.

"I've decided that we need to be doing more recruiting for the upcoming conflict with the coot and the ministry. Hayes, you will continue with your work in the Auror department. Lucius, your influence in both the Wizengamot and the ministry will be most necessary with the upcoming legislature that is scheduled to go to vote. Fenrir, any news of the werewolf clans?"

"Yes, the three largest packs in Europe will follow you. I have sent scouts out to the smaller packs. There is some interference from the light side. But I believe your promise to our race will be more than what the light can offer." Spoke the man who Harry didn't recognize as Greyback.

"Good. Find a way to get rid of whatever the coot seems to be sending—"

"I can help there." Harry interrupted.

"Yes?" Voldemort turned to look at him.

"It's Remus. I can talk to him and see what Dumbles has on him that's making him stay. Remus will come with me if I can convince him."

"Then I will leave him to you for now, should he fail, Fenrir, try not to be lethal. Now, the vampires in the north will need to be reached, I have a contact who can arrange a meeting. Rudolphus, Belltrix, you will act as liaisons to the vampires. I understand their leader is much like Bellatrix in handling of threats. Tread carefully. Also, I have decided that we need to recruit more younger allies. Harry will be Harry will be leading that smaller group directly. Some of the younger supporters or even supporters that don't have the stomach for violence would be better suited for expanding our reach under Harry's guidance. Of course they all will fall under my lead. It's meant more of a method to obtain younger followers to build our support from inside Hogwarts." Voldemort continued on.

"My lord, there's been a rumor of a high ranking death eater at Hogwarts. Who is it?" Rabastan inquired.

"I believe that is not something I have been made aware of. Severus?"

"Why aren't you telling them?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Loyalty doesn't mean taking risks. I'll talk about to with my elite later."

"The new defense professor. He apparently is a distant cousin of yours Milord. There is belief that he may be dark because of that." Snape grumbled.

"Interesting. I was unaware I had a cousin. I'll look into this."

"Potter is close to him if Draco tells Narcissa everything. Trying to replace the dark lord Potty?" Bellatrix hissed.

"Bella. Enough." Voldemort spat as he sent a wand less crucio at her.

She bowed as the curse struck her for a moment and dissipated.

"I don't like her. She should know better than to insult the dark lady."

At that Voldemort spun and stared at Harry. The teen shrugged and went back to laughing quietly with Nagini. Voldemort stalked over to him and pulled his head up to look him in the eyes. Crimson eyes flashed and met glowing emerald. Harry flashed him a smile full of fangs. With a hiss thin lips brushed against Harry's full ones and a snake tongue found its way into Harry's mouth as Voldemort plundered his mouth.

"Behave." He hissed as they pulled apart.

A tense silence settled over the room as Voldemort turned back to the death eaters.

"Those of you who have your children with you for initiation are in for a rather amusing time tonight. It would seem that somebody dared think they could touch what belongs to me. Parkinson, Flint."

The elder generation of the two who's names had been called visibly paled. All of the older death eaters knew their name in parseltongue from the first war if they had been around for it that was. The two adults glanced warily at their new young lord as their minds raced trying to find what they had done wrong.

"Come now, they haven't written you to tell you of their plots? Lucius? Did Draco perhaps write home his worries? I'm well aware you've come to me with your sons concerns. Do the rest of you lack the brains to come to your leader concerning your worries? Did you perhaps give them guidance? Did they work alone? Did you think it would escape my notice?" Voldemort hissed menacingly as his magic crackled around him.

"I'm afraid I'm unsure of what it is you're saying master." Podrick Parkinson answered as he dropped to his knees before the man.

Beside him Pansy turned white as a sheet. Her hands began to shake and she threw herself to the feet of the dark lord. She clutched the hem of his robes desperately as she begged his forgiveness.

"The dark lord does not forgive. He does not forget. To attack one of our own without reason is treason. With reason there is still punishment. You thought that you would hurt what belongs to me and then what? What did you intend to do with him? Would you expect to be rewarded for bringing me a fellow member of the dark order after torturing him? Tell me Lucius. What was it that you said when you came to me with your concerns?" Voldemort hissed again as his magic continued to build in a violent swarm around him.

"Draco wrote to me concerned for our place within the ranks. He was concerned that the addition of Potter to the order would cause you to… demote me, for lack of a better word."

"A position in my ranks is earned Parkinson. There are no hand outs. You work. You torture. You kill. You prove your worth. On MY order alone. To take your own wishes and act upon them will get you nowhere but dead. You are lucky that despite what you chose to do, somebody is a more benevolent lord than I am, I would see you quivering from hours of torture at the hands of Bella. Harry here chose ask me to spare you, a feat that you will rarely see granted should anyone else ask. You owe him a life debt."

As he spoke Pansy felt the magic forming around her binding her in the bond of a debt to Harry. The angry black swirl of magic from the dark lord slapped against her as it spun in its fury as the red gaze fell on Flint.

"Rise Parkinson. Rejoin the ranks before I change my mind. Magnus, did your son speak of his actions? Did he concoct his scheme on his own or dod you plant the idea in his mind?"

An angry tendril of magic whipped out and grabbed the man in question by the throat. With a jerking motion it pulled him forward to his knees before the furious dark lord. Harry tensed on the throne and Nagini wrapped herself more tightly around him.

"Crucio."

The man shook before him and began to scream. The longer the curse was held the pounder the screams became until with a flick of his wrist the spell was canceled. The dark lord stepped around the man quivering and whining in the floor.

"Immobulus."

"Where is your son? Has he not come back to your side? Perhaps he will show soon. My faithful, this man decided that when his son spoke of his girlfriends concerns he would provide advice. He insinuated to his son that touching what is mine would be a wonderful idea. Although they didn't know he was mine at the time, they thought that if they could attack Harry. They could do what they wished, as a favor to me, for it seems that they were under the impression that although Harry had informed them of his change in loyalty, he was a fraud. A spy for the old Headmaster. The belief that torturing him would please me if they tortured him and then brought him to me. Young Parkinson used magic and cursed Harry repeatedly. Magnus' son however, thought that he could inflict more pain physically. He made his little girlfriend leave so he could finish and then bring me Harry. He thought I would allow my ranks to pass Harry around as a common whore for them to do as they wished with. Unfortunately for him, I interrupted his plans. He is very possibly dead as we speak. Do as you wish with Magnus. Do not kill him. Heal him if the wounds become too great. Fenrir; whenever they're done, you may take him home with you. Mark him and allow your pack to use him as they will."

With that the angered lord turned and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. The two disappeared in a black coil of smoke as the sound of dark laughter and the sound of zippers filled the air.

so it occurred to me that i have no idea what a death eater meeting is actually like. i tried to make it dark but i have no idea if that worked well.