After leaving the Dursley's, Harry knew exactly where he wanted to go. Hogwarts. Unfortunately, Dumbledore was a blabbering idiot and a pain in the arse.
As Harry walked the streets of London, his scar began to burn with immense pain. He new it could mean only one thing. Voldemort. The moment the name entered his mind, his worse nightmare appeared in billowing black robes.
"Oh bloody hell! What in Merlin's name am I supposed to do now?" thought Harry.
And then another nightmare comes after the first. This nightmare's name just happened to be Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy." Harry glares at Draco straight in the eyes.
"Potter." Draco's eyes never strayed from Harry's.
"Great." They both muttered under their breathes, to low for anyone else but themselves to hear.
Voldemort clears his throat which ends the glaring contest.
"Now to get to the point of this little gathering." He says then pauses. "Harry my offer still stands. Have you made your choice." He asks.
Harry shoved his hands into the pockets of his black skeleton jacket. At this point his nerves were shot. What was he supposed to do. He new Voldemort's offer was more than reasonable.
Harry thought for a few more moments, until he had finally come to his decision.
"Yea. I've thought about it for a while now,"he paused, "I accept the offer."
Voldemort walks over and grabs Harry's hand and shakes it.
"Welcome to the 'right' side Harry," he says with a smirk on his face.