Hiya it's me again. Sorry bout my other story but here a new one and I promise it won't happen again so here you go.

Summery: what happens when Harry find out the truth and he goes to knockturn ally for some thinking time. Who's the mysterious man he meets. What do the Malfoy's have to do with any of it? And who are the princes his new family talks about. And whats with the light?

I walked down the street making sure my hood was covering all of my face. I was told it was stupid to walk down in knockturn ally all by myself but I really don't care at the moment.

Sirius was dead, Dumbldork betrayed me, he also didn't know I knew, Voldemort was being poisoned, and on top of that I found out Hermione and Luna were my only true friends. 'Well except Neville. I don't know if he is or not yet.' I snorted at the thought.

Slowly I walked by two very ugly witches who were talking about me, even thought they didn't know that.

"Did you here? The Potter child has disappeared?" she whispered then stared at my as I chuckled.

I looked up realizing that it was dark out and every one who was 'normal' had gone inside for the night.

I shrugged and kept walking forward watching the almost full moon. 'at least its quite.' I thought.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of a dark black cloak. When I caught the mans eyes I stopped my foot half on the concrete half in the air.

The mans eyes were captivating and no matter how much I tried to look away I couldn't look away from they swirling yellow eyes. Neither of us made a sound took a breath, moved away.

He continues to stared back for a long time his eyes never blinking for thos3 long minutes.

Slowly his hand rose to me, "come to me little one" the voice said. It was in my head I noticed since his lip never moved from their spot and it had a slight echo to the words.

My feet moved on their own accord. Putting one foot in front of the other I walked towards the tall pale man.

'What are you doing Harry stop walking this instant!' I yelled at myself. My foot stopped in mid air.

"Come" he said again sternly and my foot jerked forward and I slowly raised my hand to his.

When my hand touched his soft hand my eyes rolled in the back of my head and I slumped forward and everything went dark.

My eyes slowly flickered open; I noticed that I was lying on the grass on my back my head flopped to the side.

I was looking at a large set of trees that might be a forest. And standing in front of the largest tree I could see was the yellow eyed man and another man that had blond hair that flowed down to the bottom of his shoulder blades that was facing me. his eyes were a amber color that reminded me of Remus.

I soon realized that my head hurt and I moaned and reached for my head.

I opened my eyes again and gave a short loud yelp. The yellow eyed man was mere inched from my face.

His hand flashed out and he put his hand to my cheek.

Darkness.

When I opened my eyes once again we were moving. This time I barely had the strength to open my eyes.

I saw trees flashing by and I realized that I was being carried.

When I looked up at him, feeling my movement looked down at me. my head heavy I couldn't continue looking at him my head fell to the side right into his chest.I was so dazed I almost didn't feel the arm under my neck move and lightly grabbed my neck.

Darkness again.

When I woke again I was laying down and the two unknown men were leaning over me.

One was biting my neck and the other was biting my inner elbow area.

When I realized what they were doing I I tried to scream. They let go and looked up at me in shock.

I tried to move away from them. But I was too weak. The bit on my arm was staring to burn I noticed I grabbed it and started to scream.

Abruptly I felt w\a wrist on my mouth, not a hand, and something dripped into my mouth.

I tried to push it away but he was much stronger then me and it forced its way down my throat.

This time the darkness came from the pain and not from his hand and the last thing I felt was the liquid running down my throat.

I didn't quite wake up this time but all I felt was the pain that had embed itself within my body.

It felt like hundreds of people had cast the cruciatus (spelling) curse on me with all the power they could.

Most of the pain was in my heart and head. There were other pains but I didn't feel those as much.

I started yelling; at least I think I did. Screaming maybe they world loosen up. Maybe that's what they wanted, me screaming. Kept trying I felt little better as I yelled.

I raised my hand and stared clawing at my face, my heart where ever I could reach.

Someone grabbed my hands and held them down. I yelled and fought back and cried any thing I could.

It hurt it hurt so badly. I felt the tears run down my face.

Someone said the word sleep and reach out touched my tear streaked face and this time I embraced the darkness.

I looked around. The blond haired man was sitting by the light in the corner, he was leaning back and his eyes were closed.

I turned the other way. The man, I finally realized he had waist length black hair, was sitting in a chair by the bed and was watching me.

His eyes looked into my eyes and he asked with his eyes if he was forgiven. I wasn't scared like I thought I should be. I smiled a little telling him it was ok then winced and I reached up to scratch my very dry and itchy throat.

I was tired some I closed my eyes and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

I opened my eyes and saw the blond, who was still sleeping I the chair. I looked around and didn't see the black haired man.

I was really thirsty it hurt.

Then I saw a door with light streaming out of it and I could see a sink.

I threw the heavy blankets off and slowly stated to stand. I was dizzy but I forced my self to stay standing and walk forward.

About halfway there I stumbled. I didn't realize it but I had been standing by a table and had yanked the cloth down when I fell taking the glass vase to the floor with it.

"Harry?" someone said to me above me.

I looked up to see the black haired man, "what are you doing?" he asked me as he walked over to me.

"I... thirsty… very thirsty…" I managed to crock out. He picked me up in one arm and carried me back over to the bed.

Speaking to the other man, who had woken up to the sound of the vase braking, " go and get a glass of water for him."

He flipped the blankets down with his other hand and sitting down he pulled me into his lap, and pulled the covers around my shivering body.

I hadn't realized I was cold until then.

The amber eyed man walked over with a glass filled with water.

He grabbed the water from him and held it to my lips. I opened and took some into my mouth, but as soon as it hit the back of my throat I started to cough.

He with drew it quickly

As I coughed I started to cry. All I wanted was something to drink was that so difficult.

The man holding me sighed and reached over to the side table draw puling out a sharp beautiful looking knife. I was going look at it but he had dragged it across his wrist.

My eyes narrowed on the blood flowing down his wrist.

He brought it to my lips. I grabbed it and started to drink. My tears slowly fading. After a few minutes I pulled my head back my throat feeling much better.

I leaned against him my head turning to the side and looking at the other man I slowly fell asleep.

The yellow eyed man shifter behind me and laid down. I whined for a second and heard them chuckle and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.