AN: Written for The Wand Wood Challenge/Competition Prompt: Alder - Write about an unlikely pairing.

Harry surveyed the Great Hall from his seat on Voldemort's right, looking out at all the gathered students, his graduation party really was in full swing. His gaze swung to his left taking in the look of glee on the Dark Lords face at the fact that they had the youth of magical Britain under their control and that the adults were sure to follow not long behind, in the hopes that their precious children would be spared the torture or whatever horrors it was that Voldemort was sure to inflict upon them.

Just past Voldemort Bellatrix was sat on the Dark Lord's left, holding onto his knee beneath the table, hoping that she could contain him possibly if someone annoyed him, or perhaps to spur him on, Harry could never really be sure when it came to Bellatrix, her moods were often so complicated to figure out. He would bet that even she was unsure about what was going on in her head, especially after her long stint in Azkaban.

"You have surrendered today, with the help of course of your hero Harry Potter," Voldemort spoke as he began to address the hall, "He agrees with me that this war should be concluded with as little blood shed as possible, after all, magical blood is precious."

Harry watched the words be taken in by his fellow students, and the teachers that remained bound at the Ravenclaw table. The only teachers still sat at the Head Table were those that they knew for definite were loyal to their side. The others would get to prove their loyalty to the magical world and the new rule soon enough, but for now it was just easier to keep them out of the way. They all looked to him, wondering if he had called a truce with Voldemort to protect them, to stop the war for raging on for years. Harry wanted to laugh at the thought, he had no care for any of their lives, just like they had never really cared for him, only what they could get from him. Now though there was nothing that they could do to make him change his path, the Headmaster had steered him for years, using Hermione and the Weasleys as his tools, but Harry had never been fooled.

The Headmaster on the other hand, well a bigger fool he had never known, unless he counted his uncle Vernon. Harry had been helping Voldemort since his second year, helping the man escape from Hogwarts still in his diary, a fake being presented to the Headmaster, after the Basilisk pierced it for them. It hadn't taken Harry long to convince the young Tom Riddle that the subtle approach was necessary and that they should hide his return for as long as they could so that they could amass followers. The staged resurrection in Harry's fourth year was just that, staged, Voldemort had already been roaming around the wizarding world in a body for two years, bending people's will to his own, using his charming appearance if he had to.

The break out from Azkaban had been one of the favourite missions Harry had gone along on. He had been curious as to what the prison was like and as he was fully capable of casting a patronus he had asked to be able to accompany his Lord to rescue their captured comrades. The use of a time turner meant that no-one missed him at Hogwarts and he was able to explore the Dark Fortress as much as he could before they left with the prisoners. There was something about Azkaban that had called to Harry and he was still in the process two years later of convincing the Dark Lord to make it the home of the Dark sect, or at least of the core members.

"You will now be sorted by your blood status, age, gender and a few other attributes like intelligence and allegiance." Voldemort stated, staring out at the hall, knowing that those who were dark would be taking up the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables within a few minutes, and the Hufflepuff table would be filled with the younger light members who could still be turned to their cause and the Gryffindor table, well they would hold the rest.

"Those of you who will be unable to be productive members of our new society of your own accord will be given new opportunities to be so." Voldemort spoke, his cold voice reaching the corners of the hall, no-one dared to speak or even draw breath in case it brought his attention to them.

Harry stood up and began to sort people to the different tables with the help of Severus Snape, until the whole school worth of students had been sorted. Those who were dark would be free to go home to their parents if they too were dark, those whose parents were neutral or light would be persuaded to co-operate with the Dark sect for the sake of their children. The light younger children would be kept at Hogwarts year round, learning to be productive members of the new order, their parents would be made to toe the line through the thought of their children being harmed. The others had been assigned new roles that they would be unable to move from, that would make sure that they were unable to rebel. People like Ron, Ginny and Hermione fell into this category, or rather Ginny would the next year if she was unable to prove her worth in the next year.

With the reduced birth rate in the wizarding world it had been decided that something had to be done to bring the amount of children being born up. As a result the new order would be advocating the use of surrogates or broodmares, preferably pureblooded, but some powerful muggleborns would be cast into this role as well. This was the exact role that Harry had thought of for Ron and Hermione, they would go straight to a group house after they left Hogwarts, and they would be used to bring back the strength of the pureblood families. It was a known fact that the Weasley's were a fertile family, and Ron would no doubt provide many families with children before he died. Hermione was quite powerful for a muggleborn, but her magic would never be hers to use again, the only thing her magic was good for now would be to pass on to the next generation, in her case first generation purebloods.

Many cried out and protested when they learnt their fate, but Harry just shared a smirk with Voldemort, and sent a soft smile in the still seated Bella's direction. This would ensure prosperity and births of more magical children, ensure a future where magic was might, and the rule of the dark was absolute. There were some that shouted that Harry himself and Voldemort were doing nothing for the birth rate, but they were really, they had stopped the decimation of magical families, instead focusing on the muggles who needed to be culled, and Bellatrix was currently carrying their heirs. The three of them would rule the Dark and Magical Britain until the end of their natural lives, and then their children would step in and rule the empire that their father's and mother had created for their future, from the seat of power that was Azkaban.