The Dark Lord's Consort

Chapter One - Hadrian's P.O.V

I had been shocked to see the Dark Lord when I found myself looking for the Philosopher's Stone, thinking I had no other choice, I took his hand and joined him in the dark. Even though I had done it, albeit reluctantly, I do not regret my decision.

I was not marked, as I still had to play the part of the boy who lived. To the Death Eaters, I was known as Chaos, as I had not earned my position and name just by being the boy-who-lived (though many tried to tell me that was exactly why I was the Dark Lord's pet). I had to work for it. I was personally trained by the Dark Lord and believe me when I say I had gone through worse than the Dursley's when it came to physical pain. The Dark Lord does not hold your hand, he just starts throwing curses until you have reached the point of being able to avoid them. Eventually I worked to the point of being able to hold my own against him for a short while.

Now, in my sixth year at Hogwarts, I have earned the highest position in the Death Eaters, known as the best dueler, and the person the Dark Lord openly favors above all else. As to why the latter, I do not know but I don't really mind it (though I think it has to do with the fact that I don't cower or flinch when having a conversation with him).

Right now, I was dueling Bellatrix as my first task of the day. It was all fun and games, until I detected the powerful magic of our Lord. I quickly stopped playing and cast a wordless, wandless confundus followed by petrificus totalus and a parseltongue crucio. Bella was writhing on the ground in pain, and I was so attracted to the pain, that I forgot the other presence in the room.

It was not until I heard my name that I quickly cut the crucio and quickly spun around. I was sent a warning glare by our Lord.

"I'm sorry my Lord," my quick apology came as I bowed my head.

"Bellatrix you may leave." Lord Voldemort said.

Bella left quickly, only staying long enough to check how injured she was after I lifted the curses. After she left, my Lord turned to me and looked at me before deciding something and relaxing from his stiff position. I quirked an eyebrow at his behavior and he in turn gave me a small smile before saying,

"Follow me Hadrian."

"Yes, my Lord." I replied.

As I followed my lord down the hallway and to his private study (which is locked and has many wards including a parseltongue ward), a tsunami of questions ran through my head. Did I do something wrong? Have I made my Lord angry with me somehow? My thoughts were stopped, when my Lord stopped abruptly and turned to study me for another moment.

Being scrutinized under his heavy gaze made me tremble and not out of pleasure, but rather out of irritation. I could not decipher the emotions in his eyes, but his body language showed that he was hesitant. This did not help the flood of questions I have in my head. What would the most powerful man of this time be so hesitant to say to me?

A cough brought me back to reality and I stared at my Lord, waiting for instruction to carry out his wishes.

"As you know, I need to acquire the dark creatures trust for this war," He started, "Most of the creature's value family, and it has come to my attention that even though my loyal followers have families, that the creatures need to see me as someone who can or does have a family. I am not exactly well versed in how to have a family and I am not exactly what you picture when you think of family. I need to find a way for them to see me in a new light and this is where you come in." He turned around and grabbed a small dark black box off his desk and gave it to me.

I took it and opened it with shaking hands. Lying in the box, in all its glory, was the beautiful Slytherin Consort ring. I was in shock. Why would he consider me for this role? Maybe it's not for me, maybe he wants my help finding someone for the role. I warily glanced up at my Lord, wondering if this is some kind of sick joke (am I really now seriously questioning his sense of humor?).

"It's not a joke," He said as if he heard my thoughts, "You are the only one I would consider for this position not only because it would show how much love I have to consider marrying my greatest enemy who is now my greatest ally, but also out of these minions you are the only one who has enough courage to hold a decent conversation with me. You also have great power within you and can keep up when dueling me. Of course, you have the choice to refuse." He continued, but I already knew what my answer would be.

Although, my mind kept supplying many reasons as to why I should refuse, I could not bring myself to care. I understood too well that even though I was given a choice to refuse this golden opportunity, I would be punished and possibly find myself at the lowest of the ranks for refusing. This man has a lot of power, and I would earn more respect and knowledge (even though I have no interest in such affairs). With this in mind, I allowed myself to also understand that this is a business deal between us, that he does not love me. I know that going down this road, I might end up hurt as I am the most emotional among my fellow comrades. And that I may have feelings for the man.

Knowing all the facts and with the Dark Lord giving me the time to sort through my thoughts and feelings about this, I decide to accept. Looking at the ring again in my hand and then at the crimson eyes of my Lord, I saw no ulterior motive for this sudden decision (or at least it was sudden to me), and I was again assured that this was the right decision.

"Yes, my Lord, I accept your proposal." I said and allowed him to put the Consort ring on my left hand.

"Wonderful. We will announce this change of events to the Death Eaters tomorrow night at the meeting. Until then, we will discuss what is expected of you and the changes this new development will bring to your life. Please sit while we discuss. You might be here for a while." He says and starts pulling blank parchments and a quill and ink out of one of his desk drawers.