Disclaimer: I do not own 'Harry Potter'. If I did, trust me, everything would be WAY different, especially the parings… Ekhem, 'Harry Potter' belongs to J.K.Rowling, not me.
Parings: mainly HPxTR but there are some surprises… Yay randomness!
Time: Takes place after 5th part. Harry and the gang are in their 6th year. Dumbledore is still alive, Black as well (just pretend he didn't die, okay?).
Warnings: Shounen-ai, maybe yaoi later (there will be additional warnings), cursing… you know, some adult swings, that's why it's T.
A.N.: Well, this idea came into my mind tonight about 3 am (yeah, insomnia… sometimes quite useful), I might develop and continue it if someone asks me to. Hopefully it won't be that bad. Anyways, enjoy, you yaoi-fangirls x)
1. The proposal
It was a pleasant morning. At least it had been so far. The sun had just risen, the weather was nice and no freaking birds were singing, which all allowed a certain Gryffindor to sleep peacefully. That is, until an old wizard hadn't entered his room in the most loud possible way. Harry woke up and almost had a heart-attack.
The old wizard just smiled and his eyes twinkled.
Awesome… Dumbledore the first thing in the morning I see…
"Harry, dear boy!" exclaimed the mage. "The war is over!"
Well, this was surely unexpected. Harry slapped himself on the cheek and found it true, that indeed it wasn't a dream.
"E-excuse me, sir?"
"The war is over!" repeated the headmaster and spun around, his hat falling onto the floor. He seemed not to notice. "Voldemort has sent us a letter in which he suggests peace between the dark and the light side!" Dumbledore looked delighted. For a second Harry felt like that too. But soon he realized that everything has got a 'but'…
"But…?" he inquired.
Dumbledore looked down and scratched the back of his neck.
"Um, well… There is this small little thing…"
"Say what?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Dear boy, please think it over; it cannot be that bad, now, can it? Just imagine the peace and harmony…"
"Yeah, peace and harmony while I marry Voldemort?!"
Silence fell in the room. McGonagall shrugged hearing that name and looked at Dumbledore, Dumbledore smiled apologetically, Snape covered his eyes with one hand and shook his head from left to right, Ron and Hermione looked stunned and dangerously pale. Harry was pale too, but pale with anger.
"But think about it…! No wars, no killing, no murders…"
"Yeah, and me waking up next to Voldemort, me eating breakfast with Voldemort, me freaking kissing Voldemort goodnight?!"
"Potter" Severus cut Harry's shouting. "No one said anything about you doing these things with Voldemort…" Minerva shrugged again. "It's a political marriage. All you have to do it sign papers and attend the wedding."
Harry was silent for a moment.
"And then?" he asked.
"And then you're going to live happily ever after!" exclaimed the headmaster. Everyone gave him their death glares. Well, except Hermione and Ron, they were still too shocked to do anything.
"No fucking way! Not in this life or any other!" shouted Harry and balled his fists.
"If I were you, I'd think it over once more, Mr. Potter" sounded an unfamiliar voice. Everyone looked at the chimney in front of which stood a young handsome man in his mid-twenties, all in elegant black suit, pale as bone, delicately wavy hair falling onto his face in total harmony. Like from a picture. Behind him stood Lucious Malfoy.
"And who on Earth may you be, young lad?" asked Dumbledore standing from his chair.
"Good to see you too, Dumbledore" said the man. "It such a shame you don't remember your former student." The man smiled lightly, irony clear in his voice.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
He sighed.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle at your service" he said and bowed theatrically.
Lucious rolled eyes, Ron and Hermione sat like they had before, Severus cracked one eyebrow, Dumbledore dropped a lemon candy from his mouth, Minerva covered her mouth in surprise, Tom smiled in superiority. Harry's insides turned upside down. He had to admit, Riddle was damn attractive. But still! He was lord Voldemort! Potter shocked his head.
"What happened to you?" asked Dumbledore before Harry had the chance to ask the same question.
"I assumed that it wouldn't be appropriate if I were in that old, ugly form of mine under such circumstances." He raised an eyebrow and looked directly at Harry, who was glaring at him. "I suggest you agree to the terms, they aren't that excessive. And we all want peace, now, don't we?"
Harry sighed. Sure, he wanted peace. But there was a great price he had to pay and he wasn't sure if he was ready to do it.
"But… why me?" asked the boy, resigned.
Riddle seemed to be looking for the best fitting words and then said:
"Well, who do you suggest then? I dare to say that you're the most fitting person. Political marriages have this to them that the most important people from both sides marry each other. And hell, I'd rather marry that crazed Bellatrix than Dumbledore, no offence, headmaster."
"No harm done" said Albus hesitantly.
Harry had to agree. It would be justwrong if Voldemort married Dumbledore. Or McGonagall. Or Snape, for crying out loud.
"I… I see your point here" said the raven haired boy.
Then the silence fell again.
Riddle cleared his throat.
"I'll come for the answer tomorrow evening" he said and then nodded to Malfoy. "Till then." Riddle disappeared in the chimney again. Malfoy followed him and in a second they both were gone.
Harry fell onto his chair. Everyone looked at him expectantly.
"For Merlin's sake…" he sighed and stood up again. Everyone was still looking at him, Hermione and Ron still shocked. "Bloody hell, I need some time for myself. Alone." He said and left the room. He required some time and he didn't have much of it.
To say that Harry Potter was frustrated wasn't enough. To say Harry Potter was bloody frustrated wasn't enough as well. No words couldn't describe how fucking infuriated was Harry Potter. Indeed, he knew that the situation wasn't that bad. If he wasn't the one to marry Voldemort he would probably think it was a true miracle.
But he was in fact the person to marry lord Voldemort, no one else.
He was lying on his bed, trying to figure out what to do. He had to agree, there was no way he couldn't. The papers weren't what he was afraid of. Even he wasn't afraid of the wedding that much. Unless Vol… Riddle decides to kiss him. No matter how attractive he was, Harry wouldn't allow the freaking kiss! Then Harry's thoughts wandered somewhere, where he had never thought they could. His imagination put into his head the image of Tom kissing him passionately and holding tightly and…
"No fucking way!" he exclaimed and shook his head. Something bad was happening to him and he surely wanted it to stop before it would be too late.
Well, he decided, there really was no other way. Even though he would rather die in battle bringing the peace to world than marry Riddle in order to save the world. This freaking world, which he was supposed to save, really had to hate him to make it into such outcome.
Before falling asleep one thought came into his mind…
…Harry Riddle.
God…!
Harry woke up the next day, even though he would have rather stayed in bed all eternity. This evening he was to meet Tom again, his future husband. The fact that Tom was a man wasn't such a big problem. In magical world it wasn't rare that two men or two women fell in love. He didn't know much about it, still, he knew such couples existed and weren't discriminated like the couples in muggle world. Really, these muggles were the worst. Racists, homophobes, nationalists… He sighed. And then he smiled. He imagined the face of uncle Vernon when he sees Harry's partner during the wedding. And then his smile faded.
Oh my God… Oh my freakin' God! I'm gonna marry Voldemort… I'm gonna marry THE lord Voldemort! I'm gonna MARRY lord Voldemort. I AM gonna marry lord Voldemort! I'm going to marry lord Voldemort!
He slammed his head into his pillow.
Aaargh!
Once more.
And once more.
And yet once more…
"Harry, mate, you alright?" asked the red-head.
Harry looked up from his bed. He had stopped hitting his head into his pillow a while ago, deciding that showing up in front of Riddle with a bruise huge as China on his forehead wouldn't be a good thing.
"As alright as I can be right now" Harry sighed.
"Mate, you don't really have to do it… I'm sure they can think of somethin' else… or… I dunno… maybe You-Know-Who will marry Snape? Oh God, this would be the most disgustin' pair ever! But I have to tell you this; the guy looks quite nice now…"
"Ron" Harry cut his monologue. "I know you're trying to help me, but it's not helping. And I have to marry 'the guy'. I have no other choice. I used to think that I'd die in a battle, you know, like these heroes in books and stuff, fighting to save the world etc… But for it to end like this…! This I'd never guess. This… this…"
"Mate…"
"Don't 'mate' me now! I'm gonna have to mate with Voldemort, for Merlin's sake!"
Harry slammed his head into his pillow again.
Ron blushed.
"Eeerm, I'm sure you won't have to… And b'sides, sex isn't that bad, mat… Harry."
Harry held his head in the pillow for a second and then the meaning of Ron's sentence came to his mind.
"SAY WHAT?!"
"Well, they basically can't make you go to bed with him…"
"No, I mean the other part."
"…"
"Ron, is there something you're not telling me?"
"…"
"Ron…? Did you… and Hermione…?"
"No freaking way!"
"Then who?"
"…"
"Bloody hell, tell me!"
"H… She… She is from Slytherin."
"No way."
"Yes way."
"And you haven't told me anything!"
"I just have…"
"No, I made you tell me, this isn't the same."
"Okay, whatever, can we stop this now?!"
"Ooooh, Ronnie's got a girlfriend…"
"SHUT UP!"
At breakfast Harry didn't eat anything. Neither at dinner. He didn't have to go to classes that day, so he spent the time by the lake. It was November already, but it still was quite warm as for English weather. There was no snow, even no rain. It was a little bit chilly, but he had his scarf. He sat there, his back resting on a trunk of a willow tree. It didn't help him much. Now he was hungry, anxious and cold. He sighed. It was the time for supper. He stood up and went into the castle.
He didn't eat anything at supper. He was sure he was going to regret it later, but hell, he was too anxious to care. At least he was, until a great silence fell in the Great Hall.
He looked around. All students were looking at Dumbledore and… Riddle! He couldn't believe his eyes. He knew Tom was to come to the castle, but to join the supper?!
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"My dear students…! I have great news for you! Namely, the war has ended! Yes, that's right, it's all over! We're safe now!" Students looked at each other and then cheered loudly. Harry started praying that the wicked wizard wouldn't…
"And it all thanks to Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Tom Riddle!"
Silence fell again, all eyes on Harry (because no one knew who on Earth that Tom Riddle was). Harry wished he could disappear under the ground.
Dumbledore cleared his throat again.
"My dears, this is Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle…" he said waving his hand at Tom and students cheered "… known to most of us as lord Voldemort."
No one could describe the sudden silence.
Riddle smiled.
Yes, he loved Hogwarts.
Dumbledore cleared his throat yet again.
To Harry's surprise Tom whispered something to Dumbledore. The old mage seemed a little bit hesitant.
"Are you sure you don't want me to tell them…?"
"Yes, I am. Now, please, let us continue the supper."
"Ah, yes…" said Dumbledore and cleared his throat one more time much to Tom's frustration and started speaking louder. "Dears! Don't look so surprised! When the time comes…" he glanced at Riddle, who looked completely uninterested in what the old wizard said until it wasn't something he didn't want him to say. "…we'll tell you the details. But as for now, dig in! Let's celebrate the end of war!!!"
Students uncertainly started eating, not many of them talking.
Harry was sitting on his chair, blushing furiously. Tom has been looking at him the entire time. And it wasn't a normal look. It was a look. He couldn't tell the difference, yet he could feelit. Thankfully Hermione saw that and moved her seat on the other side of table so that Tom couldn't see Harry anymore.
Tom added her to the list of Accidentally spilled drink on… He had to have some fun during the wedding. That is, unless Harry decides to give in to his wonderful charms and get shagged like never in his life. He sighed. Yeah, even he wasn't such an optimist. After all, Harry could stand the Imperio curse.
After the supper Harry was summoned to the headmaster's room, this time without Ron and Hermione. In the room Dumbledore, Riddle, Malfoy and McGonagall were waiting. Somehow he was relieved that his Potions' master wouldn't be the witness of this mess. He came into the room without hesitation. Don't show them your fear or they'll eat you!
He stood in the centre of the room. Dumbledore and Riddle in front of him, McGonagall on his right, Malfoy on his left. Riddle was giving him the look again, but he shrugged it off. He had to add this to the list of 'Voldie can't' when they came to deciding the points of agreement.
"So… what have you decided?" asked Dumbledore, breaking the silence.
Everyone looked expectantly on Harry. He could feel the pressure. He took a deep breath in and said.
"I agree."
The utter silence wasn't somehow what he had expected. Truth to be told, he wasn't sure at all what to expect, maybe Dumbledore dancing on his table, McGonagall jumping on Dumbledore and hugging him until his eyes flew out of his eyeholes, Riddle smirking… But no such a silence!
Then Albus and Minerva let out the breaths they had been holding. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled again. This wasn't a good sign, thought Harry.
"Great! Then we can plan the wedding…!"
Ignoring his chit-chat Riddle stepped out and stood two feet from Harry.
Harry cracked one eyebrow, suddenly completely lost.
And then Riddle kneeled on one knee and took a small box out from his pocket. He opened and held it in front of Harry.
"I assume you could call it cliché, but…" Tom cleared his throat. "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"
Harry looked wide eyed at the man kneeling in front of him.
What the hell…?!
He nodded his head slowly.
And then he fainted.
Harry woke up feeling strangely comfortable. He even purred quietly when a hand ran through his hair. And then he remembered.
He opened his eyes and sat up suddenly. He met Tom's amused look. He had been obviously lying his head on Riddle's lap, while the rest of his body had been stretched on the couch in Dumbledore's office.
"Don't look at me like that, it was his idea" said Tom and pointed a knuckle in Dumbledore's direction.
"But you didn't protest" retorted the headmaster.
"Oh, well, why would I…"
Harry grabbed his head with both hands and shook it. The hell, what happened to his normal life? Well, as normal as it was.
Then he realized he had a ring on his finger. It was a silver snake (with open mouth and two great fangs) wrapped over his finger. He had to admit, it was beautiful. It had green emeralds in the place of its eyes.
"Like it?" asked Tom, holding his hand in the air, so that Harry could see the same ring on his finger, only slightly bigger. And more twisted, Harry added in his mind. The boy could swear the snake on Tom's ring was smirking.
"Yeah…" he said uncertainly. "Now, could we move on to the points of agreement?"
"Oh, we have decided that already." Dumbledore said.
Harry looked at Tom.
Tom looked away.
Harry had a bad feeling.
"Show them to me. Now."
Agreements for the Peace and Harmony between the Light and Dark Side.
1. Marriage between Mr. Harry J. Potter and Mr. Tom M. Riddle.
a) The marriage will take place on the 31st December 1996.
b) Harry Potter and Tom M. Riddle are to live together after the wedding. The place of their living is to be decided by both of them.
c) Harry Potter shall continue his education. The place and methods are to be decided.
2. The killing, torturing and fights between two sides shall stop. Everyone who breaks this rule shall be put into Azkaban.
3. All Death Eaters that are not in Azkaban shall not be put there unless they break the point nr. 2.
4. Magical children from muggle and half-muggle families are allowed to educate in Hogwarts under these conditions:
a) The students and their parents (and their siblings, if they have any) are to promise under special curses that they won't tell any muggle about the magical world and wizards.
b) If any somehow breaks the point 2.a. he/she shall be expelled and his memory shall be erased. In critical situations the person may be put into Azkaban, depending on the result of the breaking of point 2.a.
Harry stopped reading. There were many other rules, but it seemed these were the most important. As for point 2 it was the thing they all had been fighting for. Freedom. As for point 3… well, he didn't agree with it, but still, Riddle had to get something out of it. Well, if they really were bad people, they would try to do something bad again and then they would land in Azkaban. That he could agree with. The point 4 wasn't a problem. Clearly it's something that should have been done before, but no one (clearly except Tom) had thought about it. The main problem was point number 1…
He had agreed to the marriage, there was no way out of it. The date wasn't that bad either. It would be cold, but there were special charms for that. The education didn't scare him either. He liked school and became quite good at most of the subjects, even at Potions. But here the steps have begun. He was to live with Tom Marvolo Riddle, in the same house, maybe even in the same room, in the same bed! God…!
He looked up from the papers. Tom had been obviously staring at him, but when he saw Harry looking up, he looked away. He sighed.
"Fine."
"Great!" Exclaimed Dumbledore. "Now we can start planning the wedding!"
Both Harry and Tom growled. This was gonna be hell.
After two hours of Dumbledore's talk about flowers and chairs and guests and the place and the food and everything possible, Harry and Tom were too tired to even oppose. They had even agreed to white dressed house elves, but they insisted on decorations in red, green, white and a little bit of black. It seemed the wedding would be a total disaster.
"…and the music! It must be somewhat classical, yet modern. I'll send an owl to some bands and…"
"Dumbledore, no offence, but shut the hell up" said Tom and growled. Harry was kind of thankful, as thankful he could be to lord Voldemort in his sexy form, as he had really wanted to say the same thing.
"…ask… Oh?"
"Really, I think we all need some rest. This whole chit-chat made us exhausted and fed up with this wedding-sh… stuff."
"Um, yes, I agree… Tom, would you like to stay in Hogwarts for a night?"
Tom glanced at Harry.
"Yes, I'd love to."
"Great! I'll call the house elves and have the room for you and Harry arranged in few minutes…"
Harry felt his inside turn upside-down. He was to sleep with Tom this very night?! He was about to protest when he heard Riddle's voice.
"Honestly, I don't think this is a very good idea. I'm positive Harry prefers to stay in his own dorm. And besides it's inappropriate to sleep in one room…" the young boy could swear his life wouldn't be so bad after all… "…before marriage." …or not.
Well at least for now he was safe.
AN. Hope you liked it I've changed the date to 1996 because I'd checked the birthdates and stuff... And guess what! 31st December is Voldie's b-day! xD