This story came to me a while ago and I've been working on it trying to figure out where I wanted it to go. Now I've got the first chapter written I've decided to post it for you, this will be a Lord Voldemort/Draco Malfoy pairing, so if you don't like don't read. I'm undecided on how far through HPB I will take this but it will mostly follow cannon except for Draco's task. What this task will be I will let you read to find out, it is this first chapter.

Disclaimer: story rights are not mine.

Chapter 1

Draco stood outside the door to his father's office, not that his father was in it.

Since the events at the ministry, the Dark Lord had taken up residence at Malfoy Manor.

Right now, he had been summoned into his Lord's presence. He had no idea why, or what his Lord wanted, but he had been called and he had to attend.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and entered the study.

"Ah, Draco, do come in and close the door behind you." A figure stepped out from a shadowy corner and Draco lowered his eyes to the ground out of fear and respect for his master.

He felt his Lord approach. "I have something I need you to do for me Draco, something of the utmost importance."

"My Lord?" Draco asked, not quite understanding.

There was no answer except for a hand placed on his shoulder and he was guided over to the settee.

"Look at me Draco," he was asked. "I cannot have a conversation with you if you are staring at your lap.

As Draco looked up, he was surprised by the man's appearance. The Dark Lord, a man he had grown up fearing, could only be described as being gorgeous with his pale skin, long dark hair, and green eyes. To be honest, there was a slight resemblance between the Dark Lord and Potter.

Draco suddenly realised he was staring and quickly averted his eyes again, but the Dark Lord chuckled.

"My, my Draco, you're blushing. What has come over you? I thought the Malfoys could always control their emotions?"

"I…s-sorry m-my Lord, it's just…" he trailed off, unsure how to phrase it. Would he be insulted to hear he looked like Potter, or would he prefer the simple truth?

The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows.

"You look like Potter," he finally blurted out and hid his face in his hands, not wanting to see his Lord's reaction.

After a few minutes of silence, Draco looked up to see the Dark Lord studying him intently.

The intensity of that gaze made Draco blush again and feel uncomfortable. He now understood what his father had said about being under the Dark Lord's scrutiny. "I'm sorry my Lord, I didn't mean to insult you."

The Dark Lord turned his gaze away from Draco, who saw a look of regret pass across his face. "No Draco, I was not insulted. Under normal circumstances I would be proud you noticed, but for now you must keep everything I tell you a secret.

"As I said before I need you to do something, but I need to explain some things to you so you understand why I am asking you to do this."

"Of course my Lord," Draco said, wondering what this could all be about. The Dark Lord was highly secretive, and did not often reveal his secrets to his followers.

"Not many of my followers know about my past, your grandparents' generation knew some of my history as we went to school together, but I am a half-blood known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, heir to Salazar Slytherin. During my youth, I was in love with a pure-blood witch, we spent many years together when we left Hogwarts and eventually she fell pregnant."

"What happened my Lord? No one ever knew you had an heir, I'm sure Potter would have found out, he's full of tit-bits of information about you."

The Dark Lord chuckled, "Yes, I'll bet he is. I had no idea what happened to my child, at that time, it was seen as improper for a woman, especially so in the wizarding world, to have a child out of wedlock, and her parents took her away. The last I had heard, she had died in childbirth and my child was given up for adoption.

There have been many rumours of my transition to the dark side, but Claudia's death was the final reason. My dislike of muggles stemmed from my father abandoning my mother, but Claudia's parents were muggle-born and I felt they were responsible for her death, not getting her the help she needed."

"So you felt that muggles and muggle-borns were detrimental to the development and health of wizards and witches. I still don't see what this has to do with Potter though."

"In time, Draco. Now as I said, my child was put up for adoption, and in the muggle world, so I had no idea if it was a girl or a boy, much less what they were called. I had no idea how to start looking. It was not until a few months ago that I became aware of who my child was and what had happened to them."

Draco sat there in silence; a part of him was putting things together, thinking he knew where this would be leading. "How did you find out my Lord?"

"During the battle at the ministry and my duel with Dumbledore I possessed Harry Potter. While in his body I had access to his mind, and encountered many of his memories, some even he wasn't aware of. Did you know that Lily Potter was adopted?"

"Really? How did you figure that out?" Draco asked not caring how impertinent he sounded. The Dark Lord was baring his soul to him so it could not get any worse.

"The mind is like a sponge Draco, it absorbs everything it can, but we do not recall everything. Memories are locked away where we cannot get access to them unless special circumstances determine it. While in Harry's mind, I came across a couple of memories I believe he has no recollection of. One was of Lily Potter telling her son how lucky he was to be born into such a special, loving family, her own birth parents had given her up and she was raised by muggles. The other memory was of Potter's aunt, he could hear her ranting about how he was just as unnatural as her adoptive freak of a sister.

"Have you ever met someone and know you share a connection with them? That's what I felt when I possessed Harry, and it was more than the connection that was formed when I tried to kill him, this was something that was there even before that eventful Halloween."

The cogs in Draco's mind were turning, putting everything together. The connection with Potter...Potter's memories...the information about Potter's mother. Finally the Knut dropped. "She's your child isn't she? That would make Potter your grandson, and that's the connection you feel. What will you do now, considering Potter's position?"

The Dark Lord regarded him with a smirk on his face. "Ah Draco, that is where you come in, this is what your task is going to be. I need you to befriend Harry, bring him to our side and show him that we are not as the light make us out to be. Only reveal his heritage when the time is right." Draco was shocked, make friends with Potter? Like that would ever happen, oh, he would try, but it would be Potter making things difficult.

"I will try my Lord, but Potter and his friends won't make things easy."

"See that you do, and…" he place a hand on Draco's leg and slowly ran it up to the top. "I'll see that you are rewarded."

Draco could not help releasing a shiver of excitement, both at those words and the touch.

"You may want to let it spread that you have an important task to do for me, as one of my marked ones; that should attract Harry's attention."

"You're going to mark me?" With your…"

"No Draco, you will not take the Dark Mark, not under Albus Dumbledore's watch, but I will mark you in my own way." He took hold of Draco's left arm and rolled up his left sleeve. In the place where he would leave the Dark Mark, he placed a gentle kiss on the unblemished, alabaster skin.

Again, Draco released a shiver of excitement. The Dark Lord's lips were cool, but surprisingly soft and the touch left promises of things to come.