Voldemort

~*~Author's Note~*~ Thank you everyone for your reviews and my apologies for not updating this as quickly as the other chapters. I am in the process of packing to move so I ask that you please be patient when it comes to updates. I am supposed to leave to move this weekend, if it happens then it'll be about 2 weeks before my next update. I know everyone is concerned with Voldemort being a Vampire so I'm going to address this now. The crates of dirt… there are 50 of them yes, but not for him to sleep in I assure you. They actually hold 6 very important items, the other crates are simply so someone doesn't immediately realize what is in some of them. I am sure you can all use that hint to find out what Voldemort is hiding within them I hope this helps. As for the biting you have seen in the fic… you'll find out what happens in this chapter concerning that. Let's just say he's not taking blood… but he is leaving a mark. As for the hint that "The Blood Is the Life" I will only say this: It is not Voldemort's blood they speak of, nor is it in a Vampire context. To tell you anymore would give up something that will happen in a later chapter. I ask for your patience while I write this fic. Also if you want to know what dear Voldie looks like hair wise… and the color of his robes and the like look here: http: /in the name of movies. files. wordpress. com/ 2009/ 11/039_9741gary-oldman-posters .jpg Just remove the spaces.

~*~Review Responses~*~

Ann10550: I cannot promise you that Draco won't die. I haven't decided yet as in the movie Dracula Lucy (Played by Draco in this fic) dies. I haven't decided if I wish to follow that or not we'll see. I'm glad you're not finding fault with the fic and that you think that I am doing well and will continue to read it.

InuGuardian: I am glad you're enjoying this fic. I will always continue this fic though I might have to take a break from updating as quickly as is noted in the end of the chapter.

MysticFae: Thank you very much! Yes I felt it was important to include the journal entries. I fixed the mistake you pointed out, and thank you for doing so. It was quite late when I worked on the story, but I am glad you pointed that out to me.

The Undiscovered: Indeed he has and you shall see him a lot in this chapter and with Harry! I hope you enjoy it!

~*~Warnings~*~ AU, rituals, bestiality (Only in one scene), probably others as I work through this but I will warn you before any of them come to pass. Oh and there WILL BE MALE/MALE SEX IN THIS. Don't like it? Don't read it.

~*~Parseltongue~*~

Chapter 5: A Meeting Of Souls

Little Hangleton, Riddle House

Workers were busy unloading the cargo from that mysterious ship that had pulled into Harbor. No one knew what happened to the crew, but one thing was for sure… they weren't on that boat. It had been the talk of town; it was all anyone was whispering about. Though with the way this madman was yelling one would think he would be the next talk of town. Little Hangleton was extremely close to London, right out the outskirts, and that voice had been their greeting as they made their way to the lovely Riddle House.

"Master! Master! I am here to do your bidding! Master! I am here!" Lockhart was yelling from his window at St. Mungo's at the top of his lungs toward Riddle House. I have worshipped you!"

Contrary to some beliefs… Dark Wizards don't often hide within their homes practicing their dark magic until nightfall where they roam the city looking for others to join them in their evilness.

Walking down the steps within the Manor House Voldemort made his way toward the front doors of the house. No longer looking like a haggard snake-like old man he was young again and extremely handsome. His pale skin was flawless, his hair cascading down his back, falling to just past his shoulders in the front, in beautiful extremely luxurious and soft waves over his shoulders spilling down to the middle of his back in the back. His robes were a soft gray with darker gray accents at the chest, a serpent pin decorating the neck enclosure. Upon his head was a gentlemanly top hat, and within his hand a long black cane with a silver top done of a skull with a snake going through its eyes and mouth, his beloved family's crest. Brushing imaginary dust off his robes he smirks at his carriage driver before making his way within the velvet enclosure of emerald green. It was time to see London.

~~~~~~~~LV/HP~~~~~~~~

Diagon Alley

Recent News Articles Titles:

The Quibbler

WOLF ESCAPES FROM ZOO! SAID TO BE THE WORK OF NARGLES

By Luna Lovegood

The Daily Prophet

MYSTERY SCHOONER! CREW MISSING? IS THIS HOW THE MINISTRY KEEPS WATCH ON OUR PORTS?

By: Rita Skeeter

Diagon Alley was a busy metropolis with people rushing this way and that, heading to Gringotts, shopping, or just socializing at the Leaky Cauldron. It was quite an interesting place to be, loud voices shouting out their wares or things to see: people gasping, oooing, and ahhing over various trinkets, specials, or sales. So much going on one didn't really know where to look, at least in his opinion. Dark colored glasses block the sun from his view and tones down the various colored robes as Voldemort glides his way through the marketplace. Many men and women allowed their eyes to intimately caress this newcomer no one had seen before, and he himself didn't mind… so long as they didn't touch.

Shifting his gaze across the street to see what was over there he froze in his steps his cane striking the ground sharply at his sudden halt of movement. There… there he was. The moment he saw him all life around him ceased to exist until his entire focus is only on him. His beloved. As lovely as he had been the first time he lived he hadn't changed much in his rebirth. He still had the same features and eyes only this time they seemed so much brighter. His movements were elegant, lashes longer, he looked much more feminine than he ever had before when he breathed and lived as his beloved Cosmin.

Harry was dressed in a beautiful set of sea green robes, tight at the chest and only rustling once it reached the waist, a peek of a white poet shirt lace in the front poured above them through the front opening. His robes were embroidered in serpents around the collar of the top of his robes and down at the hem of the skirts. His hands were gloved, his hair pinned up tightly, and a small feminine top hat perched above his head. Lightly glossed lips were pursed into a soft resting position his eyes flickering over the crowd as he moves toward his destination. Voldemort needed him to see him… needed him to acknowledge his presence.

"See me… See me now." Voldemort whispered using his own powers of Legilimens to push the thought.

At that moment Harry's head turned and their eyes met. For a moment Voldemort's heart ceased to beat. He would know those eyes anywhere; it had to be his love's soul in the body of who could pass as his twin. Would this version of his Cosmin love him as the other had? Would he have to struggle to get him to recognize that he belonged with him? The eye contact broke as Harry made his way into the apothecary and it was then that Voldemort realized that he had simply been standing in the middle of the street. Walking on across the street he stepped in front of the Apothecary barely missing the young paper seller walking around from The Quibbler.

"Escaped Wolf from Zoo still at large! Buy a paper Milord?"

Voldemort absently reaches into his pocket pulling the correct change and hands it to the boy taking the paper from him waving him off when the lad looked for change.

"Thank you sir!" The boy exclaimed and kept walking calling out the same message, "Escaped Wolf from Zoo still at large!"

Unfolding the paper and looking at its contents, or rather pretending to while his eyes watched Harry through the window as he paid for his items. Lowering his paper he started walking toward the store as he knew Harry was coming out of it. The two met in the center of the sidewalk as Harry came out of the store in a collision, a small potions bottle falling from his hands. Kneeling to one knee Voldemort caught the bottle before it could hit the sidewalk and shatter in a showing of silent and wandless magic before Harry could even react.

"My…humblessst apology," Voldemort spoke softly letting his s's roll as if he were speaking parlestongue though it was definitely English coming out of his lips. "Forgive my… ignorance. I have just recently arrived from abroad… and I uh… do not know your city. If a beautiful man sssuch asss…"

Harry, despite this man's overwhelming beauty, knew where he was going with this and smirked softly motioning with a slight nod of his head, "You may purchase a street atlas for 10 knuts good day." Taking his bottle from the stunned gentleman Harry swept past him his robes swirling about his ankles as he moves away.

Voldemort stood there in shocked silence for a good second before raising a brow. Spitfire… just like Cosmin was in the beginning of their relationship. Good thing he didn't give up easily. He was Lord Voldemort. He ALWAYS got what he wants. Turning around before he can get too far from him Voldemort spoke gently and apologetically.

"I have offended you."

Harry froze as that thick accent rolls over him, the sadness pouring from him gave him pause. Damn. Turning back to face him he allows their eyes to meet once more before he took a page out of his fiancé's book and simply raised a brow.

"I am only looking for the cinema? I underssstand it isss a wonder of the… Wizarding World… brought here by mugglesss?"

"If you seek culture… then visit a museum. Wizarding London is filled with them, excuse me." Really did the man think he was stupid? Harry was furious as he storms off not believing the nerve of that man. I'm looking for the cinema. As if! He might as well have said 'Come with me into the dark alley.' Taking a breath realizing it was probably just the bad habits of a foreigner he calmed his steps only to stop sharply as standing in front of him was said man. How in the world… did he just apperate here? He didn't feel the crack and he would have!

"A man ssso lovely and intelligent ssshould not be walking the ssstreetsss of Wizarding London without a gentleman."

Oooo that's it! Harry exclaimed in his head before turning sharply and glaring at the male before him his eyes flashing as deadly as the Avada Kedavra curse. "Do I know you sir? Are you acquainted with my husband? Should I call the aurors?"

Voldemort blinked as the spitfire became a raging inferno in the matter of moments, though he didn't let his surprise show on his face. Hm… this one was more like Cosmin than he originally thought. At least he didn't curse me like Cosmin had. "Husssband?" He questioned before he bowed slightly and nodded his head. "I ssshall bother you… no more." He started walking then right past him knowing if this didn't work nothing would.

Harry let a sigh fall from his lips. He felt utterly terrible now. He had been told earlier that he was being extremely short with people, but he hadn't heard from Severus again and it bothered him. Turning slightly to face the departing man he calls out softly and meekly hoping he would stop. "Sir?" He watched as the extremely elegant man turns to face him once more, and found himself unable to meet the other's gaze before he sucked up his courage and met his gaze evenly. "It is I who has been rude… if you're looking…"

"Pleassse…" Voldemort cut him off, his voice washing over Harry like a warm caress. "Permit me to introduce myssself," He said removing his hat from his head and bowing elegantly toward the young man. "I am Lord Ssslytherin of Romania."

"A Lord no less?" Harry allowed his eyes to look over the other and nodded his head. Well he could see that, he did look much like Draco's family and friends.

"I am… your ssservant."

Harry was impressed. He found himself blushing softly before he introduced himself. "Harry Potter."

Voldemort said nothing merely approached the other male enjoying the look of surprise that flashed in his eyes before it was quickly veiled again. Taking his hand in his he brings it to his lips letting them brush across his gloved hand as he spoke, his voice low and sexy with its accent. "I am honored… Mr. Potter."

Harry flushed red before lowering his gaze and taking his hand back from him. Motioning slightly with his head he turns slightly as he speaks gently. "This way."

The boy truly was adorable and Voldemort followed him walking at his side, his hand resting on his lower back though not touching him as he allowed the younger to lead him to the cinema. Perhaps there was a chance for them to reconcile yet.

~~~~~~~~LV/HP~~~~~~~~

Malfoy Manor

Neville Longbottom made his way within Malfoy Manor as one of the House Elves opens the door for him. Inclining his head to the House Elf he hands him his top hat and gloves before taking a breath and smoothing out his hair with one hand while holding onto his medical bag with the other.

"Lord Zabini asked me to stop by to see Mr. Draco"

"Yes Sir," the Elf spoke softly before motioning with his hand for him to follow him. They made their way into the dressing room of one Draco Malfoy where he was being fitted for his wedding robes and the small Elf bowed before Draco. "Doctor Longbottom Mr. Draco."

"Thank you." Neville responded to the announcement inclining his head to the elf before it popped out of the room leaving him there with the various workers from one of the top robe designers no doubt.

"Neville!" Draco exclaimed his eyes lighting up at seeing one of his admirers. Despite how lovely he looked in his robes Draco was pale, had bags under his eyes, and those beautiful diamond orbs were not as vibrate as they usually are. "Brilliant Neville, do you like them?" He asks turning slightly so that Neville can see his beautiful robes does in white and silver.

Neville stood silent allowing his eyes to look all over Draco. Despite his paleness and the dull sparkle of his eyes Draco was breathtakingly beautiful. It hurt his heart to know one Blaise Zabini was going to get to marry such a beauty.

"Did Blaise put you up to this?" Draco questioned, his eyes beginning to sparkle in deep sultry humor. "Or did you want me alone, just once, before I am married?" Giggling softly Draco watches Neville stand there in absolute stunned silence. His beloved Doctor had always been so easy to read.

"Draco, you're embarrassing me," Neville whined as his face turns a deep red before moving over to the younger male as he waved his robe makers out. Grabbing a chair he settles himself into the seat before he continued to speak. "I am here as your doctor. Your fiancé is very worried about you, and I assure you that a doctor's confidence is sacred. I must have your complete trust."

Draco sighs softly feeling hesitant to say anything. He knew he needed to talk to someone though and Harry was out of the question as he'd only worry about him excessively, and truly the poor thing had enough on his plate with how Severus is acting. "Help me Neville… I don't know what's happening to me. I'm changing I can feel it! My magic is erratic… I feel… darker somehow!" Draco paused before biting his lip and looking down at his hands. "I'm having horrible nightmares Neville… the eyes…" Draco let out a soft sob before clenching his fists. "Neville…"

Neville grabs a potion while Draco was explaining before he nodded his head understandably. When he heard his name he grabs Draco's hands and lightly caresses his cheek before bringing his hands to his lips kissing them. "I'm here Draco. Nothing will harm you… now here drink this." Neville helps Draco to sit up and drink the potion. It would make him woozy and tired, but he needed his rest.

"Thank you…"

Neville couldn't help but nod his head at Draco before lightly caressing the other's cheek and kissing his hand. "Of course Draco… you know I'm here for you."

"Oh Neville… kiss me…"

Neville looked shocked at the request, but who was he to turn down a patient's desire? If it helped them to heal of course! Leaning forward he lets his lips meet those of Draco's lovingly, his heart aching at the fact that he could not nor would he have this man.

"And may I say Mr. Draco is hotter than a Siren baring her body naked in the heat of an English Summer!" Charlie Weasley exclaimed as he and Lord Zabini rode into the courtyard of Malfoy Manor.

"I would much rather hold my tongue if I were you." Lord Zabini drawled as Charlie let out a laugh as they dismounted their brooms. "Hello Neville… and how might be our beautiful patient today?"

Neville looked exhausted and confused but sighed and responded to him anyway. He had been getting ready to leave, but nevertheless he must update Lord Zabini. "Well frankly Blaise I'm confounded."

Charlie snickered before shaking his head. "Oh Neville are you still brooding over Mr. Draco?"

As they made their way into the home and toward Draco's dressing room he could only glare at Charlie before looking back to Blaise. "I can only conclude that it must be something mental."

Blaise smirked before shaking his head and looking over his shoulder at Charlie. "How very droll… do you hear that Charlie? Last week he wanted to marry him… now he wants to have him committed. Let's go have a look at him shall we?"

They made their way then into the dressing room where Draco was sprawled still in his wedding rooms breathing sharply, the sound a high pitch of pain. Even Blaise could only stare in shock. Draco looked so pale as if he were slowly slipping away from this earth.

"I am at a loss I admit… I have taken the liberty of owling Albus Dumbledore… my Professor." Neville admitted his dark eyes shifting from Draco to Blaise.

"Sounds like a bloody lunatic patient if you ask me Blaise." Charlie retorted.

"Dumbledore knows more about obscure diseases than anyone else in the world." Neville promised getting annoyed with Charlie. "He's my teacher and mentor."

Blaise watched as Draco slept his breathing wheezing worse and worse. He didn't have a choice… he would do anything to save his beloved Draco. "Do it then… bring him here… spare no expense." His eyes never left his love even as Neville and Charlie both left the room, leaving him alone with his ill fiancé. He stared for a few moments more before he too turned and left leaving Draco to rest.

Draco in his sleep felt as if he couldn't breathe and pulls upon the neckpiece of his robes unhooking it before resting his hand against his throat, upon his neck rested a single mark that the high collar of his robes had covered from the others of a skull with a serpent winding through the eyes and mouth of the collar to arch out again.

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At the Cinema

People laughed at some Wizarding movie playing upon the screen at the theatre and Voldemort watched with stunned attention. Really this thing was quite amazing that the muggles had created and of course Wizards made better. It seemed as if the scene you were watching were right in front of you, which Harry explained was sort of magic to make things look 3D. As the movie ended everyone applauded though Voldemort himself simply tapped his cane upon the ground.

"Assstounding, there are no rules to magic."

"How can you call this magic?" Harry asked looking up at the well dressed gentleman next to him. He looked even wealthier than the Malfoys and Zabinis put together. He just couldn't believe that something as foolish as this held his attention as it had. "Do you think Merlin would appreciate such a comparison really?"

Voldemort said nothing merely enjoying the sight of Harry looking so passionate about something. He truly was beautiful and his looks… so identical to Cosmin… their tempers, their mannerisms and ways of challenging him while looking so incredibly… innocent.

"I… I shouldn't have come here." Harry spoke softly flushing red at the look of desire playing through Lord Slytherin's eyes. "I must go." Harry turned to leave looking for the exit needing to get away from this man. He made him feel things he really shouldn't.

Voldemort unable to let him leave like this reaches out and takes his arm into his hand, Harry's eyes met his quickly and they held one another's gazes. "Do not fear me."

Harry turned to leave again and Voldemort grabs him pulling him back into his embrace their bodies flush against one another's. The gasp that falls from Harry's lips sent a rush of pleasure through Voldemort as he maneuvered the two of them through the Cinema, both seeming to glide or float across the floor rather than walk. Reaching a silk enclosed area with a chaise lounge Voldemort crowded Harry until he fell back upon it, still managing to look just as lovely in his flustered anger as he finally got his wits about him to begin to fight his advances.

"Stop this! Stop this!" Harry hissed out his face flustered red, lips in full pout mode, despite his fury at Lord Slytherin.

Voldemort didn't stop, nor did he ignore his love's words. Leaning forward as he caresses his cheek he whispers softly, letting his main dialect take over, the parlestongue flowing from his lips with ease.

~*~Your soul recognizes mine… you belong with me and at my side you shall rule as the Queen you're supposed to be.~*~

Harry froze at the sound of parlestongue meeting his ears and his eyes widened and he stopped fighting altogether. That voice… he had heard that voice before. Looking into the other's eyes he shivered before a soft whisper fell from his lips. "By Merlin who are you?" Harry's heart was pounding and flashes of this same man in battle armor played in his head. "I know you…"

"I have crossssed oceansss of time… to find you." Voldemort whispered in English this time his eyes holding those of Harry's until the younger man's slipped closed under his thrall as he caressed his cheek and allowed their souls to reach out to one another's. Raising his head he looks around then back down to his love his snake fangs appearing once again, eyes blood red, having every intention of doing the ritual here and now. As he leaned down to bite him he froze as flashes of Harry during another time period as Cosmin played in his head and he caressed his cheek again. He couldn't do it.

Raising his head he wills his demonic side back down willing the pain of still having not completed the ritual between them to abate. Suddenly an ear piercing scream from one of the patrons within the cinema sounded and Harry's eyes flew open the spell broken.

A gasp tore from Harry's lips as he saw himself in one of the coffins turning from human into skeleton… well or what he thought was himself. His heart froze in horror before he sat up quickly and tore away from Lord Slytherin running through the theater. As he rounded a corner he froze seeing him standing before him as if he had not just left him and felt a sob wanting to tear from his lips. Turning around he ran the other way and down a hall before freezing as a growl was heard in front of him. He forgot all about being a wizard then as the wolf bared its teeth.

~*~Heel! He is my bride!~*~

Harry's eyes shot up toward Lord Slytherin and he froze watching as the man kneels before the now docile wolf and ran his fingers through its fur as the animal seemed as friendly as a dog now licking away at the Lord.

"Come here… Harry."

Harry walked forward slowly still leery of the animal but figured he'd be fine so long as Lord Slytherin was near him. Kneeling down and allowing his longer robes to pull around him he runs his fingers over the coat of the animal. He found himself breathing heavily he gasps softly hearing the wolf whimper then purr seemingly under his touch as if it were a cat, shocking him into looking back up at Lord Slytherin.

"He likes you." Voldemort whispered to Harry so not to spook the wolf enjoying the soft smile that appears upon his love's lips and the sudden bright lights of his eyes. He could feel the sheer delight radiating off the young man, and Voldemort found himself pleased that he could put that light there. He could feel Harry's gloved hand caressing his just as much as he caressed the wolf, and though he adored the animal himself his eyes were only for the beauty in front of him.

"There is much to be learned from beasts." Voldemort said suddenly as his eyes met Harry's once more and he could see that a light of understanding lit Harry's gaze as the younger smiled softly at him.

At that time it seemed as if it were quite late for them to be out and so once the officials from the Zoo made it to the theatre and took the wolf back to it's home Voldemort offered Harry a ride home within his carriage as it was entirely too late for him to walk back. They rode in absolute silence though their minds were firmly locked on each other.

I want him... does this make me a harlot? I don't even feel like this with Severus… what is happening to me? How do I know this man?

Voldemort could hear Harry's thoughts in his head as he opened their link just enough to do so. He couldn't stop the pleasure that flowed through him at his little one's thoughts. He would be his… and he would make him forget all about Severus Snape. As the carriage pulls to a stop in front of the gates to Malfoy Manor Voldemort steps out of the carriage waving off his coachman and helps Harry out of it himself just for another excuse to stay close to him longer.

The two turned toward one another at the gate and simply stared into one another's eyes. There was something between them… something powerful that seemed to override Harry's entire being. This man… this man was someone important to him and yet he could not remember what their connection is, but it was so powerful he couldn't deny it. He ached for this man he had only just met, and such a thing should have been impossible… unless he was his soulmate.

Voldemort could sense the inner turmoil in his love and knew not to press his advance anymore than he had. He knew Harry must come to accept him on his own in order for him to remember who he once was and what his soul is to him, what their love was and still is. Taking his hand into his own he raises it to his lips and kisses it lovingly while holding his gaze. No matter how much he wanted to kiss him breathless to do so would undo all of his work up to this point, and he would not allow that to happen. Freeing Harry he watched as the beauty made his way into the gates shutting them behind him before turning back to face him as if longing to see him just one last time. Voldemort knew then that he would see his love again and with a simple incline of his head while holding the others gaze he made his way into his carriage and rapt on the carriage with his cane to let the coachman know to go.

Harry stood at the gate watching as the carriage drove off his heart tight with longing and despair. He felt as if he wanted to weep and plead with him to stay, as if they had done such a goodbye before, but with more passion and heartache. Shaking his head he lifts his robes and begins the long walk to the doors of Malfoy Manor his thoughts; however, not with Severus as it had been all day, but with one Lord Slytherin.

~*~ Author's Chapter Final Notes~*~

Whew… good lord… 12 pages. *Sighs dreamily.* But it was incredibly romantic in my opinion and so worth it. I do hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I am terribly sorry for how long it took to come out. I was dealing with Memorial Day as I have a lot of family in the military then packing up my things for my move. I am not sure if I will be able to update before my move, but I will definitely try to update tomorrow since I'm supposed to leave Monday or Tuesday. If I do not manage to update tomorrow look for the update probably after Father's day since I will be unpacking and getting my house in order. I look forward to all of your reviews and I thank you for reading once again.