Once again, I humbly come before you and lay a part of my soul bare for your inspection. I've always wanted to just write a story where Voldy and Harry get together and make babies! But I've been focusing on my Real life, so this will be slow going. Enjoy and pelase, tell me what I'm doing wrong.

Ch 1.

Blood red eyes scanned the curled parchment laying, unfurled, on the table before him. "I sign this and it ends? He's mine?"

"Of course, Tom." cerulean eyes twinkled in mirth.

"Very well." Voldemort signed the parchment, which curled itself up and 'popped' off to the ministry to be filed.

"Congratulations Dumbledore. The war is over. I'll just take my property and be gone."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded and a bushy haired girl walked briskly from the office.

"You are not to contact him or I. We will open the lines of communication."

"Of course."

The Dark Lord and Albus Dumbledore sat in comfortable silence; six Death Eater's at Voldemort's back and the order at Dumbledore's. Lucius Malfoy stood to his right, the LeStrange's came next, followed by Snape, Crabbe sr. and Goyle sr.

The few redheads present behind Dumbledore had superior smirks upon their faces. Deep down Voldemort felt angry at them. Sure he was getting the boy-who-lived, but these people had all but sold him into slavery.

"Ah, yes, Tom I almost forgot. The boy has quite a bit of money at his disposal. Unfortunately I cannot get to it as he made the head of the goblin nation his financial guardian. As his owner you can claim it."

"Thank you for telling me."

The door opened and Granger came in, leading a sickly looking boy-who-lived.

"Sir?" Harry asked, looking around.

"Harry, my boy. The war is over!" Harry's eyes narrowed into slits.

"Voldemort is still alive."

"Ah, yes, about that. Lord Voldemort has graciously agreed to end all hostility and aggressive advances on both the muggle and wizarding worlds, for a small boon of course."

Harry's face paled. "What did he want?" Harry asked, dreading the answer.

A tall man, around six-five, stood and glided over to Harry. The man was good looking, back length Black hair in a pony-tail and pulled over his shoulder, where it hung over his breast pocket. He had a nice tan, giving him a radiant golden look, his skin was clear and his nose straight.

But his eyes, his eyes were Blood red.

"Voldemort?"

"Yes." Harry turned back to Dumbledore, a pleading look in his eyes.

"What did he ask for?" Harry asked again.

"You."

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