Hi all, It's been a long wait between chapters and I apologise but I'm back again with short chapter... I should post another chapter soon. I'm almost to the end so if you're still around, I hope you enjoy it.

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Harry awoke from another nightmare, once too often over the past months or so. Always the same, his mother's scream and father's voice. Their lifeless dead bodies staring into nothingness then his brother, Godfather and Lex, tortured to death but nothing was as bad as watching Hermione being violated in front of his eyes and he was forced to watch.

He attempted to rub his eyes and realised the comfortable weight on his chest. It brought a smile of relief and pure joy to his face, a remembrance that it was just a dream and that they were safe. He and Hermione were together, 'we're together, she loves me and agreed to be his wife, His 'wife'!

His family had always hinted at him finding a partner and settling down and he his response always the same, it was not for him. He even went as far as comparing himself to Sirius, the bachelor life was for him. That was until his trip to France where everything had changed. The longing he had thought he subdued since his childhood returned a hundred-fold.

Hermione Granger; his first in so many ways. His first real friend, family, the first person to show him any sort of affection, this first crush, that he would never admit to anyone and his first kiss, mind you it was a kiss on the cheek when he had successfully retrieved her book from a playground bully. Nothing hurt as bad as when Hermione and her family had to move away to France. He felt his world implode; he withdrew into a shell and he only had Dan because the Dursley's sure as hell did not care about them. His demeanour to everything other than Dan had changed and Vernon did his best to ensure Harry remembered. He shuddered at the memory.

When they had reunited, he was unnaturally happy, but he had a secret, one he could not share with her. The more time he had spent with her he began to imagine what life be with her by his side, again not something that he would ever admit. His longing had only escalated after her birthday, once he had a taste of it, he could not let go. He tried; heavens know he tried but he could not go back to being alone. Everything was set in stone once it was revealed she belonged to the magical world. He had to try and try he did and here they were.

His gentle caress unknowingly had awoken her, she stared at him, smiling slightly as she watched the emotions washed over his handsome features. She glanced at her hand that laying on his hip and smiled, she was his and he was hers. It was a feat on it's own because she knew with his upbringing Harry would have been content with just being and she was content with that, a change in name was all it was but she would be lying if she never imagined it. She unconsciously caressed his hip and he looked down at her.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked placing a kiss on her head.

"Not at all. I never realised how handsome you were when you were deep in thought" she teased, and he chuckled. "Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked snuggling closer as he pressed her up against him.

"You needed the rest after our shenanigans"

"Is that what you are calling it?" she snorted and pinched his nipple as he hissed grabbing her hand.

"You don't want to start something you won't be able to finish" he growled.

"What makes you think I won't?"

"You are playing fire Mrs Potter!" he said kissing her ringed hand.

"Mrs Potter? aren't we're jumping the gun there?" she asked as he rolled them, so that she was straddling him.

"Well you are, not officially but to me, right here" he said placing her hand over his heart, "you already are. In fact, you own my heart. You make me so happy Hermione that I feel so unworthy of it" he choked out and she was bawling at this point.

"If there is anyone who deserves to be happy Harry, it's you. I know what you had to endure during your childhood and you always put the happiness of your brother before your own. You do not have to hide your emotions from me. I swear, just as you have given me your heart, you have mine. I love you Harry, always" she said as she kissed him softly.

"GET UP POTTER! THERE'S NO TIME FOR REST. IT'S TIME FOR YOUR DAILY MEETING WITH THE BOSS" the brute shouted startling Harry awake. He looked around the cold, damp, and dark dungeon. It felt like years since he had been taken, his captives had him in chains, broken, battered, and wounded. He knew his body could not withstand the torture much longer. It was his dreams of Hermione that kept him alive and sane. He knew his time was drawing near and his only regret was leaving Hermione behind in this world.

"I'm surprised you've lasted this long Potter, why don't you just give the boss what he wants and end this" the brute said much softer.

"I'll never be bullied into submission! I could care less about what he wants but I would rather die than allowing myself to be bullied into anything. I have always hated bullies and I sure as hell won't stop now" he spat, and the brute scoffed.

"Don't try to be a hero Potter, the Boss always gets what he wants. Save yourself the pain and just do it" he said pulling on Harry's shackles.

"I'm touched by your concern, but I have my morals" he groaned as the shackles pressed against his wounds.

"Suit yourself Potter, you won't survive the night. Just make peace before we go" he said and pulled Harry through the dungeon.

Harry had been fastened to the ceiling and left to dangle. He had endured this daily since his capture. During his torture he tried to figure out the identity of his capturer, all he knew that they wanted the blueprints to the Thunderbolt, but little did they know that the secrets that they required weren't his to share. Hermione was the key. If he said anything then they would go after her and he would rather die.

"Potter, it seems tonight is your last night to give me what I want. It would be a pity if you lost your life at the end of it" the Boss spoke, and the frustration was evident in his voice.

"I'd rather die, and the secret goes with me" Harry chuckled and was rewarded with blows to the gut. Harry coughed hard and could barely breathe as blood spewed from his mouth.

"One more blow and you're done for POTTER; now tell me what I want to know or so help me I'll squeeze the life out of you myself" he bellowed when he saw Harry wane.

"Ok…I'll… tell ….you. On…..on… one…. Co….condi…tion" Harry breathed.

"Yes, what is it Potter?"

"Wh…who ….are y…you?"

"I guess I can humour you this once" he smirked. "You see, when your dearest father took down my master" he started, and Harry gasped.

"That's right! I am the new leader of the DEATH EATERS. The Ministry of Magic, a bunch of bumbling fools, thought they had gotten rid of us. Well had it not been of your blood traitor father we would have ruled the world. Once my f…. Voldemort had taken his last breath; we went into hiding across the world and slowly infiltrated the economy. I stepped in as leader and drew out my comrades under my leadership. We lurked in the shadows gradually gaining control of everything of importance. A new world order so to speak and the one thing we were missing were those blueprints your dearest mudblood mother created"

Harry looked horrified, "What? Thought we knew nothing about it? We have eyes and ears everywhere Potter" he smirked.

"Your mother created the most powerful Runes imaginable and you went out and created a broom? FOOL! Once I have it in my hands, I will bring the world to its knees."

"You still didn't answer my question. Who are you?" Harry growled.

"Ah, I am my father's son after all. I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, the third but you can call me Lord Voltaire son of Lord Voldemort" he stood proud. "Don't worry Potter I will finish what my Father started, and it ends with you" he laughed. "Now I believe you owe me something?"

Harry chuckled darkly and coughed violently and after a few moments spat a mouthful blood, "You're a fool Tom, just like your father. I don't have what you want! So, the jokes on you"

Voltaire was furious and bellowed, picking up his wand aiming it at Harry.

"You've used up all your lives half blood. Any last Words?" he asked furiously. Harry looked him dead in the eyes, waiting for death to come. "Avad…." He halted when they felt a violent tremor. "WHAT WAS THAT? GO CHECK IT OUT" he ordered.

Everything died down and it became eerily quiet. Suddenly there was a loud bang before the wall was blown apart.

Once the dust had settled, most of the death eaters were covered by the rubble and the rest were dusting themselves off. Voltaire had been flung across the room and was getting up when a blinding white light swept through the room.

Harry's limbs were still shackled, he had landed on the far end of the room. He groaned and coughed violently trying helplessly to catch his breath. He barely recovered when the light overwhelmed him, he could feel the magic envelope him, it felt warm and so familiar. He looked up and saw a hooded figure approach Voltaire, carrying a long staff with what looked like a flame at the head. Its aura was frighteningly savage. He could barely keep his open as his energy had finally used up. His eyelids became too heavy as he descended into darkness.

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