Sirius' rescue mission turned out to be a trap and he gave to provoke stupid, endangering not only himself but also four of his best friends. When they were lapsed by the Death Eaters, the only thing he knew was that he must at all costs protect his beloved ones. Hastily conceived escape plan did not go exactly as he had expected. Despite the order to stay together, once flew the first spell, chaos broke out and after a short while teens splited up.

Harry ran, still holding the glass sphere in his hand, trying to divert Death Eaters' attention while hurling every defensive curse which he learned for five years at Hogwarts and increasing the chances of others to escape.

He barely heard laugh of their predators. The only audible sound for him was crazy beating of his heart. Explosion sounded in the room and everything seemed to happen in the slow motion. Panic started taking control of his mind. There could be no good behind that sound. Turning around he saw spell hitting the biggest shelf with prophecies. One by one just like dominoes giant furnitures started to fall with all its contents. His eyes widened with realisation. They all are going to die crushed by glass shards, the only thing which lasted from the once priceless seers' knowledge collected in that room by centuries.

Fuck. He thought. There is no escape, no one who could help them, it is the end.

Filled by fear he realised that all people who were there a few seconds ago were now gone. He was alone and he didn't know a way to escape from this maze. He turned and run even faster than before. And when he thought that there was no way to avoid inevitable, he saw black wooden door hidden among carvings on a wall at his left. The carvings were so thoroughly made that it was disguising the door almost perfectly. Without hesitation he grabbed the handle and opened the door.

No wards, no locks, only muggle handle... He mentally asked himself these questions but quickly pushed it into the background. He entered the room not even looking what is inside and closed the door behind with loud whang. Closing eyes he leaned on the nearest wall and tried to catch his breath finally feeling exhausted by run.

He looked around at the room where he was sitting. It was almost empty chamber with black walls covered by some ancient runes he could not recognise. He couldn't see much because the room was lit only by a few red candles that wasn't giving much light. In the room there was atmosphere of peace and calmness. He could not help but close his eyes and soak up this quiet. In this inattention he did not notice black mist that seemed to flow from marks on the walls and began to surround him. Feeling safe he lost the remands of forces and fainted in room that for more than fiveteen years ago nobody remember exist.

The flickering lantern light was scattering the darkness of night. It was almost midnight. World seemed to be dead, nowhere could be seen a living soul. A series of silent crashes destroyed unusual peace and after a while from alleway came out a group of figures in black cloaks with imposed hoods hiding their faces from sight. A tall man stepped forward. Judging by his movements it was obvious that he comes from a wealthy and aristocratic family. The only visible details were scratched jaw broadcasting his handsome face features and loose, reaching slightly below the shoulders blonde almost platinum hair. Nothing less than perfection was expected from Lord Malfoy.

He looked around the area making sure their appearance unnoticed and nodded to his companions walking towards wall between abandoned shops of the adjoining street. Everyone present followed. He reached for his wand and pressed a few bricks. Big, elegant door appeared. The entrance to the Ministry of Magic about which know only a few. With little smirk quickly replaced by a mask of indifference, he opened the door and walked straight to the most guarded institution in Wizarding World without anyone noticing. Plans went exactly as expected, now they could only wait.

Chaos, spells, destroyed prophecies. He knew that teens have no chances with fight, but they refused to do what he demanded and just had to complicate it. The Potters' boy was running, everyone was focused on saving themselves from this disaster so no one even noticed when boy reached to strange, almost invisible on dark walls door and entered unknown room. Orders were clear: the Dark Lord wanted the prophecy and he refused to fail their mission. He casted a shield charm on himself, which helped him to avoid most of the shards of glass and followed the boy.

In a moment he stepped into the room and closed the door. He saw almost nothing except a few candles giving not enough light to fully illuminate the chamber. He tried to cast Lumos spell but magic in room stopped him. The light brightened and he saw him. Harry Potter was sitting against wall, probably unconscious with prophecy in his left hand. He began to approach the boy but after at most three steps, teen opened his eyes momentarily fully awake and magic started to spinning in air around him hurling across the room decks of clean magical energy. Lucius momentarily stopped all movements and with wide eyes watched youth which looked up straight at him. In his hair appeared blond highlights and his eyes in one moment flashed silver color. Older wizard could not even blink when powerful wave of uncontrolled magic from frightened teen hit him sending him directly on the opposite wall. The fall was not painful because magic swirling in the room softened it, but was enough for stunned man to let the boy escape from the room before he could react.

After a few seconds he shook of the shock, quickly rose to his feet and ran out to the door trying to open it. Nothing happened.

Of course, room seems to protect the brat so it will release him only when his target will be far enough to escape. He thought and turned to have better view of the rest of the room. On the first sight room was empty, but then he saw small round table with some papers on it. He stepped forward and picked up the objects. Two folders. First one was heavy and thick but second light like it has no content. He put down back at the table the heavier one and set about opening almost empty one that he was holding in his hands. He brioke the seal with a strange emblem and reached up to remove contents of a briefcase. Exactly as he predicted there was only one card and even not completely written down. He started reading. With every second on his usually carefully masked from detection of any emotion face began appear disbelief and shock. He finished reading and the paper slipped from his trembling hands and silently fell to the floor.

Death certificate.

But not just anyone. It was the death certificate of none other than Saviour of The Wizarding World. The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry James Potter. Dated on 31 October 1981, the day considered to be the Dark Lord's fall and the victory of the Light Side.

After a few moments Lucius managed to gather his thoughts and looked at the second papers still lying on the table. He gathered himself and firmly tore open the seal identical to the previous one and got into a much larger amount of information. Another biography, but the owner of this was the least expected person of which he could only think.

Alessander Abraxas Malfoy.

Everything was correct: date of birth, family members. Everything. But it could not be truth, his son died five years ago, short time past his tenth birthday. All family was grieving for the youngest Malfoy for long time. Even today his name could not be mentioned in their presence without regret or anger attack toward a person who dared to mention it. Then he saw it, the date of death and fell to his knees. In place, where should be date of the most hated day in his life was only one word: alive, which launched a flurry of feelings: disbelief, happiness, joy, relief.

Hope.

He began to laugh and cry the same time. His son was alive. But how? The Potters' Boy is dead, there is no doubt. He died, killed by the Dark Lord personally. Then who is that teen if not Dumbledore's Golden Boy?

Of course, Dumbledore! He thought, hate and fury began to get control over his mind. All pieces of puzzle started to fall into a right places. Dumbledore was the person who told him about his son's death after his missing. Dumbledore was the one person who organised a funeral. Dumbledore was the one person who faked all this bloody situation! He taken his son to replace dead child in school that nobody knew his mistakes to protect Potters' family and to have his little soldier. But that would mean that Potter...no, Harry is his son, stolen from his own family at age of ten. It seemed to be such false and at the same time such logical explanation.

And those eyes... Only one person with equal bright color of silver eyes he had ever seen had been his son. He picked up all papers, hid them in his robes and rushed out of the room this time not stopped from chamber with properties was in ruin without any living person in sight. He used localise spell to find the nearest person within Department of Mysteries. The results have come forth at once. The Chamber of Death. He started to run, not bothered about emotions showing on his face and in his movements. At the present it had no significance.

He reached his destination exactly in time to see running out of Bellatrix and enraged Harry that after being freed from the grip one of the members of the Order followed her example. Ignoring the calls of the Death Eaters to help them take control over the battle with members of the Light Side which they were losing, he headed toward the Atrium.

When he reached the main hall, he heard Bellatrix's voice insulting his son and her crazy laugh. His eyes narrowed and he was going to hex her but in that moment from shadow stepped Harry. An incredible black aura stretched around him. Lucius' movements momentarily stopped and he begin with awe observing boys' actions.

The boy's movements were calm, almost nonchalant. Only now he noticed that his face did not express any emotions. The teen's magic swirled in anger, but his voice sounded clear as if it was the most ordinary conversation. "Are you sure your words? In your place I would better think twice."

"Small Potter is angry about death of his godfather?" She laughed. Teen only smirked but his eyes flashed with fury as he pointed his wand at her.

"Not particularly. However i've been unable to do anything for enough period of time and in my opinion I need a little practice in spells, don't you think? Sure, you are on correct side of war and I couldn't care less about death of one of the Order's members but as it happens I haven't yet gain full control of my emotions and Harry in that moment is in fury because of his godfather's death."

Bellatrix froze and seemed to be lost. He only smirked enjoying her confusion and added. "And this one time I must agree with him, but my reasons of your punishment have a different source."

He stepped a few steps nearer to her. Seeing dangerous glint in his eyes she lost even more of her certainty and backed taking harder grip on her wand. She clearly was trying to keep as much distance between them as possible without fully losing control and running.

"What are you talking about, Potter!"

"No one dare to insult me and leave unharmed." And with swift movement of his wand he casted the curse. "Crucio."

Terrifying scream filled the hall. She fell to the floor, screaming, writhing in agony.

It was not first time Lucius saw this type of anger matching only Dark Lord himself and he almost felt sorry for the witch. He clearly remembered his son's aura and it was definitely the same. Powerful, dark and pure magic. He admired the magic of his son but his observations interrupted voice of Dumbledore, who chose this moment to join the action.

"Harry, my boy, what are you doing?"

The curse momentarily stopped leaving panting, almost unconscious woman on the floor. Harry turned to the Headmaster and sneered. "From all people you have no right to call me that, dear headmaster." Old man's title sounded like the worst insult.

Older wizard's' eyes flashed with rage, but he smiled sweetly and replied. "Do not worry Harry, we can repair everything. There is no reason to be upset."

Despite the anger he felt, teen laughed coldly without a shred of humor. "I won't let it last much longer. I broke your curse once and I can do it again. I won't be your little soldier anymore. You didn't cut me fully and I am with satisfaction admitting that you would never be capable to. I remember everything!"

"You can only defend my block with external assistance. It was unfortunate incident which won't happen again, you can be sure." He smiled unpleasant smile and started to speak incantation of old spell in ancient, forgotten language. Grey lights like chains started bonding Harry's magic. Lucius wanted to interfere, but he could not move or speak, all his body was paralyzed by headmaster's spell. He saw flash of fear in boy's eyes. He presumed that teen well knew that old man was right but with all his power tried to not show his enemy his weaknesses and keep certain facade despite the panic thet was slowly overfilling him.

"You can't control me forever!" Boy screamed, but with every word expression of his voice was weakening. He was secretly looking everywhere around trying to find any escape and Lucius could see realisation of defend in his posture.

"You are newly awakened, Your magic is drained and exposed to my free use. Don't fool yourself, child: there is no escape and after a few moments there will be only Harry Potter with us. "He said, with malicious smile on his face.

Now, headmaster was right behind him and was only thing keeping him on his feet from falling to the floor. He took glass sphere from his hand. "I will remember, I will find the way..." His last words were almost inaudible whisper, but sight of hurt in his son's eyes gave Lucius strength to break the magic, which was surrounding his body and shout one word "Alessander!"

Boy's eyes widened with shock and recognition. Dumbledore turned his head and looking at Malfoy sneered "You've lost." Next second they disappeared.

Unlike the Malfoy Lord, headmaster did not realised that one of his chains blocking the boy's magic has been destroyed. Lucius didn't know the exact meaning of all parts of this discussion but knew the most important thing: his son was alive and he won't stop until he will have him back, at all cost.