Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, Harry, the death eater or anything else that J.K. Rowling created, but I do own my happy dance and no on can steal it!!! ::does happy dance::

Ok, as it said in the summary, this story takes place when Harry is an adult, but Voldemort is in power. ANYWAYS, read the story, or I'll sic my evil minions on you, and PLEASE R&R and tell me if u like it, hate it, or jus feel like typing pointlessly, like I am at the moment. Flames are acceptable, since I'm a fairly easy going person. Anyways, on with the story!!!

Harry lay there, face first on the earth, struggling against his bonds. He knew it would be impossible to escape, but he had to at least try…his friends, his family…they were all depending on him.

"How could I have been so stupid?!" he muttered angrily to himself. He struggled more furiously against the ropes that held him, which were so tight they cut into his flesh. Already, the rope had soaked through with the crimson blood dripping from his wrists. He angrily replayed the scene of his capture through his head, over and over again…

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He crept quietly through the camp of sleeping death-eathers. His head was hooded, his face masked. He looked just like any other death-eater, but he had the distinct feeling someone was watching him, that someone knew who he really was. He heard something behind him, or at least thought he did…He glanced over his shoulder, but saw nothing, so he dismissed the thought and continued on his mission.

Suddenly, death-eaters were all around him. 'Have I been discovered?!' he wondered hurridly to himself, but quickly noticed they were heading towards a clearing about twenty paces ahead of him. He followed them, trying not to seem out of place. As he reached the clearing, there was a sudden pain in his scar. He gasped outloud, trying not to faint from the pain, and he pressed his fingers to it through his mask. He paid no heed to the voice that was talking, until it reached a certain point.

"My dear Death-Eaters," it started. The voice sounded cruel, and Harry relized exactly who is was that was talking. His shuddered visibly, and looked towards the form of the being he had come to hate the moment he heard his name for the first time when he was eleven. "It seems you have grown lazy these past few weeks. Or you would have been aware that we have a guest in our little camp." He smirked visibly, and looked directly at Harry, who felt the pain in his scar increase. Harry suddenly realized what he was doing, and removed his hand from the scar, but he was to late. Voldemort had already seen his fingers pressed to the lightening shaped mark, and had already discovered who's face lay beneath that mask. The death-eaters gaze followed their masters, which laid to rest on Harry. "Please, come forward, my friend" said Voldemort gently. Harry stepped forward without fear, though fully knowing what was about to happen. Every step towards the dark lord, the pain in his scar increased, until he stood directly infront of him. "So Harry, have you come to join me?" he whispered, so quietly that only Harry could hear him. Harry didn't answer, and without warning, Voldemort ripped off his mask. (Harry's mask!!! Voldemort doesn't wear one, dumbasses!!!) "My loyal followers, I give you Harry Potter." The crowd jeered and booed, plenty of them conjuring up ropes to tie him with. They then dragged him of to a tent, where the threw him in. All the while, Voldemort was laughing cruely.

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It was several hours later. Harry had finally given up with trying to untie himself. The only way he was getting out of there was if someone else untied him. He had dozed off, having nothing else to do, but was suddenly awoke with a start when he felt someone shaking him. He opened his eyes, and saw a death-eater hovering over him. Harry opened his mouth, to say something, but the figure whispered to him hurridly.

"Don't say anything Harry, I'm here to help you." There was something about the voice that Harry recognized, but listened to the person, who, to Harry's surprise, had started to cut the ropes that were holding him down. The person then handed Harry a mask, and beckond him to follow. Harry obeyed without question, and was quickly led out of the camp. About twenty minutes later, they came to a halt.

"Harry," the voice said quietly. "You've got to get out of here. Here's some money, I want you to walk for about thitry minutes straight ahead. In that time, you should come to a road. Go left, and follow the road, but stay hidden in the brush beside it. After about 3 miles you should come to an Inn called "The Dragon's Lair". Go around back, knock on the door twice slowly, then twice quickly and give them this password: Renascent. Now go, quickly!" Harry nodded dumbly, and turned to leave, then turned back.

"Who are you?" he asked simply. The figure studied Harry closely, as if trying to decided something. Then, without a word, the person removed his mask. Harry felt his jaw drop, and stared in complete awe.

Before him stood Draco Malfoy.