A/N: This intentionally short. I have the story all written out, but this seemed to be a good place to stop for the first chapter before we ventured into the actual plot. Hope you all enjoy!

Various colors of light were flashing around him. Spells ricocheting off of the people and walls surrounding him. Yelling and screaming could be heard coming from both sides of the battle. He saw his friends- Dumbledore's Army- fighting against the Death Eaters that had somehow managed to break into Hogwarts. It was ironic how he had worked so hard to train them and now…

He knew they were fighting a losing battle. A losing war. The only way the Light would win is if he himself murdered Voldemort and Harry knew it wasn't going to happen. There was no way he, a mere teenager with only a few years of magical training, could defeat a wizard with decades of skill, practice, and knowledge. Harry was aware that Voldemort had dedicated years upon years to learning new branches of magic, some of which were almost extinct. There was no way Harry could duel him and actually have a chance. In his fourth year he got lucky, lucky that his parents had shown up to protect him- again. He couldn't be sure that would happen once more.

He knew what he had to do. Who he had to find. It would be nice to finally get to be with his parents again…

Harry took off running, down to the dungeons where he knew he would be. 'Probably hiding,' Harry thought as he rolled his eyes. Deflecting curses as he went, he ran down flight after flight of stairs until finally he reached the entrance of the Slytherin common room. He paused at the entrance, realizing he would have to guess the password.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

Harry smirked before turning around. "Knew you would be down here hiding Malfoy." With his wand pointed at Harry, Draco ignored the question. "I… I need you to do me a favor Draco."

The use of his first name took Draco off guard for a moment. It had always been 'Potter' and 'Malfoy' with them. "A favor? Why would I do a favor for the likes of you?"

"Because you'd be an idiot not to." Draco stood silently, waiting for Harry to continue. "I need you to take me to your… your Master," Harry said with disgust.

"What?"

"I need you to take me to Voldemort."

"Are you mad? You'll be killed in an instant."

"…..I know," Harry quietly said.

Draco slowly lowered his wand, he knew something was wrong. "What are you doing?"

"Look, I just need you to take me to Voldemort. You'll be rewarded. You'll be bringing the Dark Lord The-Boy-Who-Lived. He'll be thrilled with you."

Draco pondered for a moment before simply stating, "He will kill you."

"Just do it."

Draco raised his wand towards Harry once more and Harry's world went blank.