Come What May

After the war, Harry had expected to be done with Voldemort forever. So imagine his surprise when he found out that Riddle enacted the Right of Conquest, becoming Harry's slave forever.

. . . . .

"Please," Riddle bowed his head even further, until his unkempt hair was brushing the floor, "Please accept your Right of Conquest over me." It was obvious he was only barely holding back his anger, hatred, and whatever else, but made no move to take back his words.

Harry looked down coldly, leaning back in his chair. "You know, if I agree to this, you've got a lot to make up for, and I'll make sure you pay for every single bit of it."

Riddle's jaw clenched even tighter, answering through gritting teeth. "I know."

"Well, in that case," Harry leaned forward, grabbing a tight handful of Riddle's hair and pulling his head up until he was forced to look into vibrant green eyes, the same shade of the killing curse. "How could I possibly refuse?"