Chapter 1: Surrender
HARRY'S POV
I am not as stupid as they believe me to be though I put up the facade to keep them off my arse. Once again I requested to stay at Hogwarts and once again I got the same excuse for why I could not. How little do they think of me that they thought me so unintelligent that I would not realize that as soon as my blood was added to that cauldron he would be able to break through any wards, if there ever was any, which were there to begin with? Quietly I felt tears escape the ducts in which held them prisoner as I prayed that my uncle would be out the rest of the evening, but my hopes were stomped out when a the sounds of a door crashing into its neighboring wall resounded throughout the house. I was not surprised when footsteps immediately stopped at my door. I was however surprised when rather than the routine unclicking of the locks, there was a burst of magic breaking down the gates out of hell, as I referred to it in my head.
"Potter!" the snide voice of Lucius rang in my ears and all I could feel was relief. I allowed my emotions to show as I sighed happily, "Thank God it's only you. Where's the dark lord? I assumed he would come capture me himself now he can get past the wards." The blonde Veela looked at me with what could be identified as both curiosity and confusion, "First off I don't know if I should be pleased your showing no resistance to my presence, or infuriated at whom ever has done something to make you fear them more than me and mi' lord. Second he was not aware of the wards being broken." I rose my brow and chuckled, "Aw with all his intelligence. You were not there for his re-birth but he use my blood to regain his body. Wouldn't it reason that he would now be able to pass, Unscathed, through BLOOD wards?" Malfoy senior nodded, "It does make sense. I guess he was not considering the type of wards that guarded the house. Now for the third thing before you so rudely interrupted me, why in bloody hell are you not fighting me and why are you speaking of mi 'lord with respect when you generally defile his name with slanderous terms?"
I knew that his wonder would peak to the need of understanding but I wasn't sure how much I wanted him to know. Thinking carefully I began to speak with caution, "I have come to realize the error in rejecting the dark lord in his offer so many years ago. The light has taken its toll on me as I now realize it must have done his as well. I hope with my apologies he will forgive my being so cruel, and allow me to join him in his cause. Will you take me to him?" Lucius nodded, "I will but even though I understand what you have said, don't expect he will." Though I knew he was right I also knew there was a chance he was wrong. I did not hesitate when he offered me his hand. As I took it I felt the pull of an egg being sucked through a children's curly straw, and then to my relief solid ground. Not to my relief I was lucky enough to be apparated into a room with not only the man I had requested an audience with, but also a large group of his followers. I ignore them in favor of looking to the man who I had not seen since the incident in the graveyard. He looked the same, and yet I couldn't help but realize how well the look suited him.
Breaking me out of my line of the serpent like man turned his gazed to Lucius, "What have you brought me my friend?" The Veela gave a very un-malfoyish shrug, "Harry Potter…I think." The red eyes briefly reveal confusion before quickly concealing it, "What may I ask do you mean by you 'think' it's Potter." Lucius sighed, "I honestly don't know my lord. I went to capture him and he requested to see you. I have no clue what's going on here." Voldemort nodded, "Potter! What is it you wanted so I can have you moved to the dungeons?" I nervously stepped forward and dropped to my knees, "I have left the light sir. I would like to join you, but if in the dungeons is where you want me then I will go. If only you wish it."