A/N: Parseltongue and Newspaper/Letters
Narrator's POV
Time passed and the last day of school approached quickly, meaning Harry would be returning to the Dursley's.
He definitely wouldn't be doing that, but the Light would be expecting him to stay there or to the Weasleys.
He also wouldn't be doing that, no he was going home with Cedric and straight to Tom.
Back in the present, Harry found himself sitting with Cedric on the Hogwarts Express.
The train ride was pretty boring and Harry was standing in front of the Diggory Home.
Amos Diggory immediately answered the door, hugging Cedric tightly, "Cedric, my precious boy, are you okay? Headmaster Dumbledore told me what happened."
Cedric nodded, "Yeah, I'm ok. Harry's still shaken but he's okay, too."
Harry gave a small smile, half hiding behind Cedric, "Your son's very brave, he's the one that got us out."
Amos patted the boys' shoulders and led them inside, "You can stay as long as you need to, Harry, I'll go put the kettle on."
Harry sat next to Cedric on the couch, "Thank you, sir."
Amos soon returned with the teapot and three teacups as well as the small sugar bowl.
Harry made his own tea and sipped at it, Cedric did the same.
Amos cleared his throats to end the awards silence, "Are you two soulmates?"
Harry nearly chocked on his tea, "No, no. He's not, we've just become really close."
Cedric agreed with Harry, his smile pained, they weren't soulmates.
After tea, Harry showed Harry to the guest bedroom and went to his own, unpacking his things.
"No, I'm not Harry's soulmate." Cedric sadly thought, "But he's mine."
Unrequited soulmates were rare but not unheard of, when someone had a soulmate but their soulmate was soulmates with someone else.
For example, Severus Snape was Lily Evan's unrequited soulmate, her soulmate was James Potter and he her's.
Another example would be Merope Gaunt, her soulmate was Tom's father but she wasn't his.
Cedric smiled weakly, Cho didn't have a soulmate, he could be happy with her.
***
Harry hummed as he changed out of his uniform into his normal clothes.
He had purchased it on the way here, so he didn't have to wear Dudley's old clothes anymore.
Ever since he began his relationship with Tom, he had had more confidence to wear the clothes he actually liked, which tended to be more feminine.
So he but on a sheer, white turtleneck shirt, a black t-shirt with a small rose, black skirt and black fishnets, finished with black ankle boots.
Harry then pulled the mirror Tom had left in the Chamber out and unshrank it, putting it in the corner of the room.
He tapped it seven times like usual and stuck in his hand, signaling Tom that he was ready.
Moments later, Tom emerged from the mirror in all his Dark Lord glory and immediately gave Harry a kiss.
Tom then set a ward that wouldn't let anyone in or out until he said otherwise, "You look gorgeous, love."
Harry blushed and took his arm and knocked on Cedric's door to get him as well and the three of them went to the living room.
Tom sat down like the king he could and would be, right in front of Amos, "Hello, Mr. Diggory."
Amos seemed confused on who this stranger was but his eyes widened when he saw Tom's red eyes, "H-how are...how are you here?"
"Never mind that, I have a proposition for you, Amos." The Dark Lord said, Harry sitting on his lap like an evil mastermind's cat
Amos was as pale as a ghost, "What prop-proposition?"
"Join me, take my mark and you will find yourself as the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and fight your family in a high position when the war draws to a close." Lord Voldemort said, his tone cold and calculating
From behind the Dark Lord, Cedric rolled up his sleeve to reveal his own Dark Mark, giving his father a look that said 'do it'.
Amos gulped, "And if-if I don't?"
A wicked glint appeared in Lord Voldemort's blood red eyes, "Then your son will have to prove his loyalty."
Amos impossibly paled more, his arm going towards the Dark Lord, "I'll join."
"Good choice." The Dark Lord said, placing the tip of his wand on Amos' forearm, "Morsmordre."
***
A few days later, after Cedric explained what truly happened at the Graveyard to his father, the Death Eater's found themselves being called.
They were immediately greeted by the sight of the Dark Lord on his iron throne, but surprisingly with a girl? on his lap, her? face hidden by a black lace veil and her? body covered by a black dress, black long-sleeve undershirt, matching pantyhose, black lace gloves and black ballerina slippers.
"Welcome, Death Eaters. It's been fourteen years since we last met and yet you answer my call like it was only yesterday. We are still united under the Dark Mark, are we not?"
The Death Eaters were silent.
"I sense guilt." Tom ominously whispered, but his voice rang out on the silent night
No one dared move, no one dared to speak.
"I see you all, whole and healthy, with your powers intact. And I ask myself, why did this band of witches and wizards never came to the aid of their master —to whom they swore their eternal loyalty?"
The Death Eaters were more silent then the dead, all eyes either on the mysterious woman? or the black tile floor.
"And I answer myself: they must have believed me broken, they thought I was gone. They slipped back among my enemies, and they pleaded innocence, ignorance, and bewitchment."
The Death Eaters, especially the ones closest to the throne, looked down in shame.
"And then I ask myself, how could they have not believed I would have risen again? They, who knew the steps I took, long ago, to guard myself against mortal death? They, who have seen proof of the immensity of my power and knowledge that was mightier than any other living wizard?"
Again, no one spoke.
"And I answer myself, perhaps they believed that a greater power could exist, one that could defeat Lord Voldemort. Perhaps they now pay allegiance to another? Perhaps to that champion of Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"
Suddenly, one of the Death Eaters threw himself forward to the Dark Lord's feet, "Master! Master, forgive me! Forgive us all!"
Lord Voldemort put him under "Crucio" and Walden started to scream.
After a few seconds he freed him from the curse, the man lay panting on the ground.
"Lucius Malfoy, my right-hand," The Dark Lord said, all eyes going to the blond man, "I am told that you and your family have not renounced the old ways, though to the present world you are a respectable face. Are you still ready to take your spot by my side? Yet you never tried to find me, your exploits of the Minister were entertaining but your energies could have been out to better work seeking me out and aiding me to my return."
"My lord, your most loyal and I were constantly on alert." Lucius replied, "Had there been any sign from you we would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented us-"
"And yet you attempted pawn off something I entrusted to you? I know all about that, Lucius, you have disappointed me." Lord Voldemort said, pausing momentarily, "I expect more faithful service in the future."
"Of course, my lord, of course." Lucius thanked, "You are most merciful, master, thank you."
"Many of us are missing, entombed in Azkaban, those who suffered prison rather than renounce me. When Azkaban is broken open they will be reward beyond their wildest dreams. The Dementors will join us, they are our natural allies. We will recall the banished Giants. I will have all my devoted servants returned to me and an army of creatures who all fear." The Dark Lord added, before looking to the person on his lap
"On more jovial news, I believe you all are dying to know who our special guest tonight is. You will address him as Lady Tenebris and you will respect and obey him as you do me. I will not tolerate any failure to do so, seeing that you lot have failed me once already. Those of you in the Inner Circle, we have much to discuss." Lord Voldemort said, sending the Outer Circle away...