A Strange Revelation...

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A/N: Parseltongue and Newspaper/Letters and Canon Divergence (Sorry it's pretty short.)

Narrator's POV

While Marvolo waited for Bellatrix to return, he read through Voldemort's plans and notes, trying to make sure Diadem was still in Hogwarts, but nothing mentioned the horcrux.

Around two hours later, Bellatrix returned, he long red nails seemed to be longer, her makeup more exaggerated and the most obvious change, was her outfit choice: which, while modest on the top half, left nothing to the imagination on the bottom half.

Around two hours later, Bellatrix returned, he long red nails seemed to be longer, her makeup more exaggerated and the most obvious change, was her outfit choice: which, while modest on the top half, left nothing to the imagination on the bottom half

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Bellatrix held the chalice in her hands, rubbing the chalice's stem suggestively.

Marvolo tried his best not to gag, reaching a hand out for the Chalice.

Marvolo tried his best not to gag, reaching a hand out for the Chalice

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"I have done as you asked, master." Bellatrix sexily said, handing him the Hufflepuff Artifact

"You are dismi-" Marvolo began to say, when Bellatrix undid the string holding her dress in place, the cloth running to the floor

Bellatrix stood only wearing the tiniest bra and panty that looked like the things it concealed would pop out at any moment.

Marvolo swallowed the vomit that entered his mouth, trying to dismiss her before she stripped farther, "Bellatrix, g-."

"It's been so long since we shared a night, master." She purred, placing her hands on his shoulders, pressing her body against his

Marvolo tried to push her away, but she stayed stuck on like a leech.

Marvolo internally cursed while resisting the urge to vomit, thinking, "Harry, forgive me."

"Crucio." Marvolo cast, making her fall away from him in pain

He held on to the chalice as he apparated away, unknowingly dropping his glamour in his haste, showing Bellatrix what he looked like.

Once he was gone, she was freed from the spell.

Bellatrix slowly stood, grabbing her dress and beginning to plot how to rescue her master and kill the imposter.

***

Marvolo apparated back to Diagon Alley, the chalice still in hand.

Once in the bustling street, he hurried to the hotel room and immediately he had an armful of Harry.

Harry forced himself into Marvolo's arms, "I missed you!"

Marvolo pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead, ignoring Voldemort's voice in his head.

"Did you get Chalice?" Tom asked, sitting by the window

"Yes, did you two come up with a plan." Marvolo replied

Harry nodded, "Yeah, it's pretty complicated but if we're lucky it'll work."

"What's the plan?" Marvolo asked

"We sneak in with the students and while they head to the Welcome Feast everyone will be distracted there and we can split off to the Room of Misplaced Objects and get out before anyone sees us." Harry told, continuing to snuggle against Marvolo as they moved to the sofa

"That sounds good to me, how many days until September 1?" Marvolo asked, stoking Harry's hair

"Three days." Tom replied

"Then we have three days to prepare." Marvolo nodded

"Did you have any problems getting Chalice?" Harry asked, his face hidden in the crook of Marvolo's neck

"No, not at all." Marvolo lied, ignoring the Voldemort-problem

***

Meanwhile, Voldemort continued to look around Marvolo's mind, rolling his eyes when he heard Marvolo saying idiotic things like love to Potter.

Voldemort, having not found anything, went back to seeing through Marvolo's eyes, his eyes wandering back to the comatose Ring Horcrux.

***

The Order prepared for the final battle between the Light and Dark, they needed to strike soon before the Death Eaters could expand...

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