Author's note: Thank you so much to the three people who reviewed. The truth is I have a steady flow of fresh ideas for stories, but mostly they are only beginnings and some scenes in the middle that I'm sure I want to include. So my plan is to post all my beginnings (normally prologue and 2 to 3 chapters), and then continue to work on the fics that get more reviews. I mean I intend to finish all my fics, but will give priority to the ones with more reviews, and so far this one is it! So thank you and enjoy!

--Italics are for Parseltongue.

--negrito for what's written in the newspapers, engraved in doors, stuff like that, you will know.

Let's begin…

Chapter 1

About the essence of time…

If you have ever been sitting on a bare room with nothing to do, but gaze into the emptiness, (and no, that class you hated at school, doesn't count), you've probably found yourself wondering about the essence of time.

For a man in a cell, there's no pass or future. For him there's no time. And so he often finds himself thinking about time. Time is something that happens outside. It is for those who exist, and he no longer exists. At least not outside, everyone thinks he's dead. He is sure of it, that ridiculous suicide mission Dumbledore put him on had no other intention after all, he was becoming too much of a risk factor, too volatile, after Sirius death. He was expected to die young and grandiosely and become assort of martyr, an eternal 'guardian angel' and paradox of the Side of the Light. He wonders if the fates did it on purpose, but he always thought he would do a lousy angel, he certainly could never picture himself with an harp, he smiles as that thought crosses his mind, together with an image of himself with a Malfoy-like pose holding a harp, no definitely no, but maybe a sword, after all, an angel with a sword is still an angel, carrying harps or swords they are angels, but you know who is the one would like to have around in a time of need.

He could definitely use a guardian angel, right about now… a time of need, he's not even sure this could be called a time of need, he's after all in no particular danger right now, which is once again a improvement from his normal state.

He remembers thinking he had time, plenty of time, he had never done much before coming to Hogwarts, so he always felt that was the start of his life, and he'd plenty of time to live it. But time is an illusion, that we ignore while we have lots of it, and then suddenly it's gone, and we become certain that we don't have much time at all. Five months, five years, maybe even fifty years, time he can't even count inside this place, and then he would die, and then there would be nothing else. And all that time, he would spend it here in this cell; waste it here for he understood clearly that he would never leave this place alive. He would never be free again. Again? No, he doesn't think he was ever free at all.

As it happens it was only five days, not that he knew that, Harry Potter had absolutely no idea of the changes taking place over the wizarding world.

Unlike what the newspaper says there are still some bubbles of resistance all over Britain. And of course wizards around the world did not take the overthrowing of the Magical Ministry of Britain, lightly. They feared Voldemort would continue in his conquering spree. They still fear it, but for the moment that is a useless fear, for those are not his plans, for now. Let's take a look at what he did over the past five, six months Harry has been imprisoned, and is, as he already believes he is, thought dead by everyone.

So, after the Ministry was taken by the Order Of the phoenix, after Dumbledore's death, which was right after Harry's 'supposed' death in a failed Order Mission. Dumbledore had decide to lead a rescue party to get Harry back if he was still alive, a fake corpse of him was obviously produced, and properly cursed by a very deathly mix of potions and dark curses, which lead to the predicted result of Dumbledore's painful death, he really should have known better…

Either way, the order without its leader, and Golden Boy, was in a big, big mess, and I'm sorry to say easily manipulated by Voldemort, he send his spies (yep, Snape included) to mess with the order and lead them to lose their status of Secrecy, and latter on to become literally pursued by the public in general as the real causers of this war, and the obvious bad guys. To finish the brew and win this war, Voldemort only had to give his Death Eaters some good publicity, delivered to the masses by yours truly Lucius Malfoy, and add to that a spoon full of: "… we were all victims of a terrible misunderstanding, we never intended to really do any harm, sure we killed some people but they attacked us first, it was all a scheme orchestrated by Dumbledore to make us seem like the bad guys, while he prepared to overthrow the Ministry…" and the funny thing is that, people believed it, and since the Order had indeed decided to move its Head Quarters to the Ministry in a attempt to protect it, well it just made the story more believable.

Actually, Lord Voldemort could have sent his men to get the members of the Order, out of the Ministry, much sooner, but putting up a siege was such good publicity. And building an empire was so much easier with the support of the people. It was five months of good publicity and of not one manifestation of rebellion by the rest of the people, who patiently awaited the result of the siege. He got to finally have some free time to do some thinking, about what to do now that he was about to win, how to really improve the Wizarding Britain and at the same time continue to build his empire, and how to remake wizarding society to fit his ideal. Goodbye muggles and their stupid interferences with our world! (insert megalomaniac laugh).

But Lord Voldemort, current leader of the Death Eater, ruler of magical Britain, and probably most powerful men in the world, was currently thinking about something very different. Namely, a pair of very bright green eyes and how to deal with their owner.

You see, although he had won the war, Voldemort was not a very happy man. Not that he had ever thought about that, much; he was after all, a man with a mission, and little else besides it.

But Nagini had been nagging him about his mood swings –which he had always had, but seemed to be getting worse, since he had managed to capture the brat- and for some inane reason he couldn't stop thinking about the boys face, when his Death Eaters had finally managed to bring him to his presence.

Flashback: … His Death Eaters were in a good mood, he could hear the laughter and definitely sense the humor, and … anxiety, was it? and in the air a strange presence, there was a different magic from his death eaters in that room… how strange, well, they would soon regret whatever they were laughing about, for he was in a terrible mood, besides there was nothing to be joyful about, sure they weren't exactly losing the war, but thery weren't wining either, and that stupid order of the burning men of the old cot, was making allies as a Weasley makes babies and that pissed him off… He entered through the doors and silence fell on the chamber. Good… he walked in the direction of his throne, but when he was about to climb the stairs, he saw a body right in front of him. And, could it be? Was it? Impossible, but he was sure it was no one else but Harry Potter, golden pawn of the old cot and eternal pain in his ass! Just laying there, obviously stunned in the steps beneath his throne.

This would have been a dream come true, just a couple of months ago, but now, after the incident in the ministry, this simply was… crap- what now?- big crap…

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A/N: sorry the delay, my internet connection was crappy today.

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