~ Forbidden Gate ~

Summary: Something, someone calls to him deep within the bowls of the Department of Mysteries. The Dark Lord needs to know what it is… especially if it is linked to the Potter's.

Pairing: Voldemort/Harry

Warning: Slash, Dark Harry, Order bashing, Potter twins, Incest

Disclaimer: Is Harry and ambitious, cunning, sneaky Slytherin? No? Then I do not own Harry Potter.

Legend:

"Parseltongue"

Letters/newspaper

~ Chapter One ~

The atmosphere was perfect. It screamed beauty with every turn Voldemort took. He had no clue where he was, only that if he could remain for all eternity in this one spot he definitely would regardless of what occurred in the real world. This was where he wanted to belong.

Beneath his feet was a simple stone path that screamed of elegance and refinery. The path was lined with a small wall made of iron about as high as his ankle. The stone made no sound as he moved slowly forwards almost as if it were an illusion for surely something as beautiful as this land didn't exist in the real world of war, pain and destruction? Of course not he must have been dreaming but he didn't want this dream to end.

Beyond the iron wall was a field of grass that had flowers scattered randomly throughout the land as far as the eye could see. All of the flowers were done in shades of red, orange and yellow making the fields look almost alight in flame though no heat radiated from them. The colours clashed with the green of the grass making both stand out noticeably yet look perfect together at the same time. It was an odd combination that drew in the Dark Lord's imagination.

If this was a dream then did these colours symbolize something? If so then he would immediately guess that it meant the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. However something told him that he was wrong in his assumption and it only made him more curious. What could his mind be telling him? Voldemort continued on with renewed vigour as his curiosity demanded answers that he couldn't yet obtain.

However nothing knew showed up in his journey onwards. The stone path continued rising and falling over rolling hills of flowers that seemed never-ending. He wasn't sure whether he should bother continuing down this path or not since it didn't look like the end was in sight. It was pointless to journey on when there was no goal in sight. Just as he turned around he heard something faint. Voldemort didn't know how to explain it but it sounded like…

There! There it was again. The sound so soft it sounded like the tinkling of bells or chimes in the breeze. It was pleasant and he loved the sound. For some unknown reason it calmed his senses and he revelled in that. He hadn't been this calm since he'd possessed that sloth when he was nothing more than a spirit… hadn't been the smartest move he'd ever made but it was the closest he could compare to this moment.

Was that what he was craving? Did he want to be calm for once after his resurrection a few months previously? No that wasn't quite the feeling this sound gave him it was more contentment? Yes, he was content. But what was the reason for this sudden feeling?

The sound seemed to agree with him as he heard it again only closer this time tickling the back of his ear as wind breezed by. He knew what this sound was. Sure he hadn't heard it in many years but he knew what it was. The sound he was hearing was a giggle. Sure it had been hard to place but that was only because he hadn't enjoyed hearing it in his youth. Now though this sound was something he wanted to hear more of especially if he felt this relaxed but there was something hidden in the giggle that had him stalling.

Was it because the giggle sounded like something of a mythical creature attempting to lure in prey and trap it? He knew that wasn't it because he never dreamed about something insignificant. It was either whatever the Potter child was dreaming or plans he would enact in the next month or so. Never had he dreamt of something that was simply for his pleasure. The question was, did he desire to know what was making the pleasing sound or did he want to wake now?

Another giggle urged him forward.

Deciding he needed to keep his wits about him in case it was something dangerous, Voldemort chose to analyse the sound and attempt to match it to something in his vast repertoire of knowledge he had collected over the years as he moved forward.

The voice was quiet and soft yet you could tell that the person belonging to it was male. However it held a tone that now identified made Voldemort's mind scream with caution. The tone he had heard many times by Bellatrix and the numerous inmates that had spent thirteen years in Azkaban for him. It was insanity. However this meant they were clearly unhinged in some way and he truly hoped that they were at least coherent unlike some of his lower Death Eaters.

Other than that he knew that it didn't belong to any creature as it didn't cause him to lose focus at any time which meant that there was no hypnosis or allure involved. There was nothing causing his distress either. He was in his right mind and had all thoughts and actions on willingly following the sound to lead him towards his goal whatever that may be.

"Come to me…"

Like the giggle, the voice was soft and obviously male. The voice seemed to beckon him onwards like magic though he felt none in the air or surrounding area. It drew him in like a tantalizing aroma. He knew that leaving now would not deter him from finding what was in the room. Even though there was no allure to the voice he needed to know who it belonged to. This urge was what pulled him onwards now at a swift pace so unlike the calm steps he had begun with.

The field seemed to sense his urgency and allowed the wind to pick up playing with the flower petals and making them dance in the sky for his amusement. It was nothing as such just more atmosphere to add to his already furiously beating heart. He was at a dead set run when he spotted something moving towards him in the distance.

It was a building of some king decorated in even more flowers. Somehow he knew that the answers he was searching for would be found there and walked briskly towards it. He would succeed as Lord Voldemort never fails in obtaining the information he desires.

Soon enough before him was the end of the stone path. It led to an outdoor pavilion that was completely grey in colour similar to the stone path but appeared darker form a distance. Roses climbed up the poles like a vine seeking the light and the blossoms were the colour of blood. The vines were the opposite. They were green like the composition of flowers in the fields.

These appeared harsher though than the delicate flowers in the field that were blown away in the slightest of breeze. Thorns stuck out of the vines and glinted in the nonexistent light that the dream provided. The ominous aura had Voldemort knowing that if he went to touch one he would be cut instantly. The roses, while beautiful, had the same darkness about them that cautioned him to stay away lest he be harmed.

It was an entrancing beauty but nothing could possibly compare to the person that stood within the confines of the pavilion. The person that had called him here was obviously male as he had surmised. Yet the young man before him drew Voldemort in like a moth to a flame. He'd never been attracted to another person as much as he was to this Adonis.

The man was definitely young perhaps in his mid-teens yet he stood with such confidence that it almost reminded him of himself when he was a youth. He was possibly two heads shorter than his own height with an incredibly lithe figure that probably betrayed his strength. His skin was creamy, flawless and contrasted elegantly with his long wavy black hair that was pulled back at the nape of his neck. Long black slacks hid his legs while a deep green coat wrapped around his upper body.

Avada Kedavra green eyes blazed like fire back at him into his blood red eyes. The eyes pinned him in place and kept his focus not even blinking in the seconds that past though it felt like minutes. Green and red, the very same colours that were in the fields surrounding them, we're currently mirroring each other. He couldn't believe that this was the moment the flowers had been showing him then entire journey and yet he didn't seem to care. All he knew was that this boy was someone special, someone he desired more than anything else.

If Voldemort didn't know any better he would say the boy was some type of angel sent from Heaven but he knew better. The boy was a deadly beautiful person. He was more demonic than angelic. He was purely sinful, he was special. Voldemort had to possess him by any means possible.

He wanted nothing more than to open his mouth and talk to this mystical being yet his voice wouldn't work for him. It was frustrating beyond belief that he, Dark Lord Voldemort, couldn't even control his body around this being so he settled for stepping calmly towards the young man instead. At least he had made a move, now all he wanted to hear was that soft voice as it called his name…

"Tom…"

Voldemort allowed a silent sigh of peace to escape him not even realizing it was his true name the being had spoken. He was content to remain here for the remainder of his life. Nothing would keep him away. He would possess this being if it cost him everything he had spent years of planning to create.

"Come and find me Tom!" The being reached out towards him longing in the fiery eyes.

Suddenly Voldemort felt himself being pulled backwards by a giant force that gave him no chance of resistance. The scenery that he had walked by only moments ago flashed before his eyes until he was standing outside a door one that he didn't recognize. He had appeared inside the room and believed that it was an open field so to learn that said field was in a room that was behind a possibly real door was shocking. The door slammed shut in his face causing him to stumble backwards at the force.

Catching his breath after being winded he moved closer to examine the door. Gold lettering on the door caught his attention immediately on the red wood.

"Pandora's Box"

Voldemort couldn't help the gasp that escaped his mouth. No one ever spoke of this room. Supposedly it was a mere legend and yet so had Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets and he'd successfully located and opened that so why not Ravenclaw's Pandora's Box? He knew all there was about it after studying Slytherin's ancient texts. All he had to do was locate where the room was by finding a way out of this maze like building and then he could return and claim what was his to find.

Spinning on his heel, he began back tracking, making his way towards the only other door in the empty room he had arrived in hoping it was a way out and not another room filled with mysteries that Voldemort desired to solve. If he had to admit he had one weakness that was probably it, solving mysteries. Just like that Merlin damned prophecy and hadn't he screwed up that one.

All he did though was wander through a seemingly endless corridor. There were no doors and the only windows present were reflections of the room he had once been in. Hills of flowers waved back gently to him in the breeze.

"Where? Merlin damn it! Where is this so I might find you!" he shouted out in frustration pulling at his hair.

"Come for me…"

With a startled gasp, Voldemort woke.

Yes soon the boy would be his…

x-x-x-x-x

The Dark Lord sat elegantly in his chair at the head of the table in the meeting room before his most trusted followers, his Inner Circle. Many of the Light Order would comment that he never thought of anyone as his equal for most were unworthy and they were correct. He didn't believe that someone would ever be his equal not even the Potter brat however his Inner Circle came closer than anyone else could get to claiming that title.

His Inner Circle only consisted of a few select people: Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Severus Snape, Rudolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Barty Crouch Junior and Augustus Rookwood. However he didn't need to place his trust in any other as they were all he needed. They were the best and brightest at what they did and they knew it.

"My Lord, please excuse my forwardness but you should be resting. It has only been a few months since you have had your body returned and combined with the potions you have taken to return your previous physical appearance you need to rest and recuperate while they settle." Severus voiced.

"If I do not, will there be any setbacks?" Voldemort enquired.

"No however it would be more beneficial for you if you did."

"I shall take that into account now report to me on your findings so far."

Severus sighed inaudibly but nodded. He was spying for the Dark Lord which wasn't truly that dangerous especially when the Light fools believed it whenever you said you were repenting. Dumbledore was a sucker for second chances and it had been easy to "return" to his master and beg for his life on Dumbledore's "orders" after his Lord's resurrection a few months previously. He was in the perfect position to gather useful information for his Lord and that was what he would do.

"The Order of the Phoenix isn't prepared for what you are planning at all. All they are currently doing is gathering members that are willing to fight and that agree that you have returned my Lord. Mostly that is every member that is still alive from the original Order and that of their adult children. There truly aren't that many members and most of them spend their time fawning over Potter to be of any hindrance to us."

Everyone snickered then. It was common knowledge that Christopher Potter was a stuck up, spoilt brat that had no chance of defeating their Lord. The Light saw hope in winning the war and the Dark saw the same yet for different reasons. The Light believed that Christopher held some mythical power that would emerge and defeat him when the time came. He was held as the only person in the world who could supposedly defeat the Dark Lord. The Dark believed that Potter was a failure that would die the next time the Dark Lord met him after all their Lord was all powerful.

Potter had been too spoiled by not only his parents but the entire Wizarding world for him not to be lazy. All students that didn't fall for the Boy-Who-Lived Syndrome knew that he was a true Gryffindor not because he was brave but because he was purely arrogant, rash and foolish. Someone like that would not defeat the Dark Lord not even with miracle training.

"Did the Potter's not have twins?"

The room fell into silence once again. It was common knowledge to all that the Potter's had twins on July 31st. The eldest had been named Christopher Percival Potter in honour of the Light Lord Dumbledore and the younger Harrison James Potter. The proud godparents had been Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin respectively. They had been a tight nit family until that Halloween night.

Lucius cleared his throat uncomfortably and answered.

"My Lord it is not known what they did to the younger son but no one has seen or heard of him since that Halloween night though it is well known that he still lives because of the family tapestry. I know for a fact that whatever they did to the younger son, Lupin, the boy's godfather, disagreed with severely as he hasn't been in contact with them since. I believe that he went travelling and upon returning to Britain five years ago he went and joined with his sire Fenrir Greyback."

"Harrison isn't Potter Manor or Godric's Hollow either. I have been there numerous times because of the brat but he never showed up on any of the discrete scans I used. There was a faint signature in one of the rooms however it was the nursery you attacked them in. There aren't any pictures on any of the walls though there are hundreds of the older Potter spawn." Severus explained.

Supposedly the sudden disappearance of the younger twin had been splashed across headlines when the Potter heir was eleven and the Boy-Who-Lived Syndrome had worn off on a few of the people. Harrison had never turned up at the Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts and his name wasn't on any other school registers. It was like he had died though the certificates they had and the family tapestry proved he was still amongst the living. The Wizarding world had immediately thought it suspicious and voiced their opinions.

When James and Lily had been interviewed over it they hadn't cared. In fact they didn't even know where their son was all they knew was that they "had the son the public adored and that was enough for them". This line had sickened Britain so much that the Potter's were openly disdained now and everyone believed whatever they spouted as lies. The Boy-Who-Lived and his family were no longer great icons they were simply seen as embarrassments. Unfortunately Dumbledore hadn't been dragged down with them.

"I see. We shall attempt to locate him then. I want to see for myself whether the younger sibling would consider joining our ranks then."

The Inner Circle nodded in earnest. It definitely would be a wise move considering that Harrison was more loved by the people than his brother. Also since Christopher appeared to be very weak in his magic it was assumed that Harrison was stronger.

"Lucius, what do you have to report?"

"The Ministry isn't concerned with us at the current point in time. Fudge doesn't even believe Dumbledore and is spending more time trying to discredit the old man and his beloved toy. We shouldn't have to worry about any of that now."

"The Unspeakables are restless. There is something in the Department of Mysteries that is unsettling them. The way they speak it is almost as if a room has come alive and they avoid it at all costs. I have been allowed to enter by the entity but only as far as the door. Otherwise it remains sealed at all times. My belief is that only those possessing your mark can enter as far as the door whatever is beyond the door awaits you my Lord. This theory was proved accurate when the time predicted the room awoke coincided with your resurrection." Rookwood followed.

A door? Now why did that sound familiar?

"Come for me…"

Ah, yes, his dream of the male that was in the field. Could he possibly exist? If what Augustus said was true than the room at least existed he just didn't know where exactly it was. But that was simple since Augusts had actually been to the door. He could actually enter Pandora's Box like he had the Chamber of Secrets. His red eyes glistened in power and desire that had the entire Inner Circle curious.

"Where is the room?"

"It is known as Pandora's Box in the Forbidden Room, my Lord. It is one the same level as the Time Room, the Prophecy Room and the Space Room though it is significantly more difficult to locate since it is supposedly a myth and not an actual room."

"Very well, you shall find a way for me to gain entrance to this room by the end of the year Augusts. I will not have failure in this. Use the Outer Circle for guinea pigs if you must but bring me results."

Augusts nodded his head in acceptance at the difficult task he was presented.

"Lucius you shall continue what you are doing. Confuse the Minister and those around him while attempting to draw those sympathetic to our cause. We will need them later. Bellatrix, Rabastan and Rudolphus you shall be going to see our allies and telling them of the Dark's resurrection to power once again. This time we shall not be defeated by a mere child."

"Yes my Lord." The four echoed.

"Severus when you return and attend their next meeting you will tell them that I am after an object at the Department of Mysteries perhaps in the room of Prophecies would be a good object to gain their attention. They will be so worried about the prophecy that I already know thanks to you that they will ignore the attention I pay to the Forbidden Room. You will also speak to them of our allegiances to the other creatures. I am positive that they will not find any sympathetic to their cause though they may try."

"Barty, I want you to continue training the younger recruits. They only have a Hogwarts curriculum and what their parents have taught them. As they are they will be useless to me. I need them to be able to attack and attack hard."

Severus nodded his head, as did Barty and he dismissed them all to do their set tasks.

Yes everything would work out perfectly. Dumbledore and his band of merry Light wizards would be so focused on protecting the one thing he already knew that they would ignore any focus he may place on the Forbidden Room. Maybe he could even use that annoying link he had with that Potter brat to back his false plans. After all he wasn't the only one mentioned in the prophecy and with the brats curious nature it would be too easy to lure him there for a diversion.

Whilst everyone was looking elsewhere he could easily slip in and go the Forbidden Room and claim what was his to begin with what he searched for. His own curious nature would be satisfied while the brat went unanswered. After all there was nothing more than he wanted right now than to know who was behind the door called Pandora's Box in the Forbidden Room and how they knew his true name…

So seriously... Good? Bad?

Anyway this is a bit of plot that has been running rampant in my mind for a while. I figure it is better to just write it down than leave it. So this is like a teaser chapter to catch interest and see whether it's worth continuing. Now to focus on my current stories.

~MidnightEmber