Hey! Felt like finally posting this idea for the world to read, I don't own Harry Potter, I've just borrowed some characters from my all time favourite book series to play around with.

Warning: this will be a slash eventually , just so you people know, so if you don't like, DON'T READ!

This is going to be AU.

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"...Crucio!"

Harry Potter looked around, sighing as he took in yet another vision from the Dark Lord who seemed particularly angry that day. It had almost become a nightly ritual, ever since that day in the graveyard, the day when he had played an unwilling part in the resurrection of the man who'd killed his parents, the connection between himself and Voldemort had become much stronger. It may have had something to do with that time Voldemort had directly touched his scar, proving to his gathered followers that he no longer had anything to fear of the protection Lily Potter had left on her son after her death.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he snapped back to the meeting happening not two feet in front of him. As always, no one could see him, and he joined the group of silent people in dark cloaks and grotesque masks as they all stood watching in apathy as one of their own was tortured in front of them.

Finally Voldemort spoke.

"You have displeased me Lucius."

Harry took a closer look and realized that it was indeed his school rival's father. He certainly looked nothing like his usual haughty self, disheveled and panting from the pain he'd been subjected to.

"I specifically told you to KEEP IT SAFE!"

As Voldemort said the last three words everything went so quiet that the only noise heard was the sound of his angered screams echoing in the throne room usually used for meetings.

"Forgive me my lord, I only wished to strike out against those blood traitor Weasley's! They'd been trying to pass a muggle protection act that would have gone against our cause!" With this Malfoy's voice sounded pathetic, as if he was pleading for the understanding of a being with no pity for anyone, not even his more 'loyal' followers and knew it was hopeless.

'If only Draco could see his father now, grovelling at the feet of a half-blood hypocrite spouting pure-blood ideals. How the mighty have fallen.'

Harry couldn't help but feel pity for the man. He knew Lucius Malfoy followed Voldemort out of fear, unfortunately Voldemort knew this as well. He couldn't help but wonder what the mysterious 'it' was that Voldemort was so angry about, the only time he could remember about a muggle protection act was during his second year when the chamber of secrets had been opened...

Suddenly it struck him. The diary, Tom Riddle's diary! So Malfoy had an actual motive for what he did apart from possibly murdering a few muggleborns it seemed. Why would Voldemort have cared so much about that book? It simply held some memories, had he been afraid someone would find out about his heritage? Thinking back on it, he could remember how it had reacted after being pierced by the basilisk fang. He'd have to do some more research once he went back to Hogwarts.

As Lucius's screams rose once more he wished he could have had one of his 'other' visions, the few were it was just Voldemort sitting in an office filled with books, quietly reading or doing paperwork (who knew Dark Lords even had paperwork?) as his snake Nagini sometimes came in to speak with him. Those visions were so peaceful, he always felt well rested in the morning after each of them. Sometimes he'd just wander around the place until he woke up. It seemed the visions no longer just took place during death eater meetings, but also at random moments in Voldemort's life.

He knew it was ridiculous, but he felt slightly bad, knowing he was intruding in the Dark lord's few moments of peace. Over the past few weeks he'd learnt more about Voldemort's goals, and had overheard sometimes when he spoke to his snake in parseltongue. Even in the safety of his private rooms he was paranoid enough that he would speak in a language that as far as he knew no one else could understand.

Harry immediately opened his eyes and hear the sound of his aunt screaming for him to get downstairs and make breakfast. They'd managed to reach an accord that summer, Dudley and Vernon had left to visit Vernon's disgusting sister Marge and Petunia had been left to make sure 'the freak didn't blow up the house while unsupervised'. He made the meals while she did everything else, he'd managed to ensure this by getting the help of a friendly garden snake and threatening Petunia with finding more in her bed and she'd been horrified and agreed instantly. He explained that parseltongue didn't count as magic to the ministry and didn't show up in their readings.

As he prepared a simple breakfast he wondered what his so called friends were doing. After arriving at Privet Drive he hadn't received any substantial information, only letters this told him they were fine, and that he should just wait for Dumbledore like a good little sycophant and that they hoped to see him soon. What a bunch of moronic children. As if he didn't know about them reporting to the headmaster since third year. Not even the Daily Prophet contained any news, no planning for an increase in auror recruitment, no protection information, it was as if that idiot Fudge had never been there when he'd been told of Voldemort's return, as if the darkening of the dark mark and the mad ramblings of the death eater who'd acted as their defence professor had been swept under the rug, never happened at all.

He felt complete apathy towards the British magical government. It was clearly stagnant and full of inbred, arrogant bigots who had no idea on how to run their own government. With people like Lucius Malfoy paying off anyone to oppose them it was clear the ministry was corrupt and rotten to the core.

After finishing breakfast and the awkward meal between Petunia and himself he excused himself and went for a walk after making sure he had his wand with him (you never knew when a death eater would jump out at you).

It was as he was strolling down the street back to the house after a day spent at the library trying to catch up with at least some of his muggle education that he felt the chill, a chill that he knew only too well.

It seemed dementors had come to Surrey.

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Hey, hope you enjoyed this first chapter, sorry it's so short.