A/N: I'm so sorry that I took so long to do this, I've been moving, and all this crazy stuff, and plus, I have school, BE GREATFUL that I'm posting this. -Is in school-

Chapter Two: What?

Severus Snape was a powerful man.

He was the most sought upon Potions Master in Britain, the creator of several powerful potions, including the wolfsbane potion.

He also taught at Hogwarts, and was the Lord of two powerful pure-blood families, Prince, and Snape.

So why was he cooped up, taking care of the Potter boy under the Dark Lord's command?

He fumed silently.

He was going to have to talk to Lucius, immediately.

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Harry awoke to a day that was very similar to the one before, he looked around suspiciously, and checked the date on his watch, the same.

"This is really fucked up."

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Lucius chuckled at the look on Severus' face.

"I'm sorry my old friend," He said with faux sympathy.

"You better be." Severus growled. Pacing back and forth in front of the fire place. "And just what was that potion you asked me to force-feed Potter?"

"Ah, the Dark Lord wishes to coerce Mr. Potter into joining the Dark Army by "Other" means than just simple talk, first, we must convince him not to kill us." He grinned lewdly.

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Harry went through the same motions as "The Day Before" and braced himself as he came out of the bathroom, but his bedroom was undisturbed and empty. He got dressed with the clothes that he found in the armoire which was sitting beside the bathroom door, and sat on his bed, wondering what to do. The decision was made for him as the door banged open.

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Tom Riddle sat at the desk in his study, pondering.

The boy was much stronger than he had originally presumed. He had sent ten or so minor, but strong, Death Eaters after the boy, he had obliterated them all, seemingly without thought.

He had to train him, and he knew just the place to do it.

When Harry was finished with the meagre Death Eaters, he sat on the bed, silent and still with surprise. Today he had felt such magic go through him, in such a different way than he had felt before. He had done minor wandless magic, like any other magical child, but never this powerful.

He looked up at the bodies of the ten Death Eaters, and waved his hand.

They disappeared, and left a curious boy alone in his rooms to think over what had happened.

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Severus was still in shock, seduce the boy who lived, and tell him the truth? Bring him into the Dark Army? He wasn't sure this would work, though the boy was nearing seventeen, and would be easily seduced, depending on his sexual preference.

He walked to the liquor cabinet in his room, and took out a decanter of brandy. He needed this tonight.

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Dumbledore was worried, truly worried for the first time in centuries.

Harry Potter was missing, and some how the papers had gotten a hold of the information, and he had spilt his thick warm cream that he drank before bedtime, on his favourite Dragon Hide slippers! He looked up as Professor McGonagall walked into his office.

She shook her head when she saw him sulking upon his desk, but paused when she saw his shoe, "Please tell me that's not what I think it is on your shoe..."

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Harry looked up when the door opened; he braced, and got ready to attack. He was calmed though, when it was just Snape.

Ten days ago, he had been taken to this place; it was like a Room Of Requirement, though, for a different purpose; to train. Daily, Snape walked in, told him to prepare, and would watch as Harry battled against what ever was thrown at him. If he failed, or was severely injured, he had to endure, painful, disgusting healing potions.

Today Severus came with a visitor.

Lucius Malfoy came in behind him, smirking, and lounged against the wall.

"Pay no attention to Lucius," Severus said, "He is here to observe."

Harry nodded, and got into a fighting stance.

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Voldemort nodded to himself as he read over the report Lucius had written on the Potter boy's ever growing power. He had apparently grown quite a bit in this new environment.

Voldemort grinned.

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Dumbledore stood in the Great Hall, worried, as he had been for the last month. Would Harry show?

He wrung his hands as the seventh years filled the Hall first.

Harry apparated to just inside the Forbidden Forest. It had been a long two months, he had trained his magical strength, and his physical, and emotional strength. He had taken nutritional potions, and had grown at least two inches, and his hair had grown as well, it was now tied in a low ponytail. His eyes had been fixed with a simple potion, and the robes he was wearing was made of finely woven silk. He took a deep breath, and strode confidently into the crowd of his peers.

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Severus grinned inwardly as Harry walked into the hall and straight to the Slytherin table. He and Draco had made an unlikely pair in the last month of Harry's training, spending most of Harry's free time talking about this or that, or trying to beat each other in Quidditch, it was truly almost touching.

Voldemort's potion had worked, though not as expected. Severus had seen Harry's shy glances towards Lucius during the times when the older man had attended supper.

Harry and Voldemort had often gone into the Dark Lord's office, and had heated arguments. Potter eventually came around after learning the truth of Dumbledore and his ways. He had been sure that Harry would come along eventually. He smirked at the look on the old coot's face, taking joy in the worried expression. He obviously didn't recognise his boy saviour anymore.

.§. -Okay folks, this is where the real story begins.-

The Hall was relatively silent, except for the sound of McGonagall calling the names of the newest students.

After the students were sorted, Dumbledore stood, and begun his speech, at the end of which, he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry to announce that Harry Potter has not retur-" He began,

"I'm right here Professor" A voice called out, and Harry Potter stood. He looked different, his hair shoulder length, and pulled into a ponytail, his wide chest and broad shoulders, his bright green eyes, ever brighter without glasses, and the way he stood. Most pure-bloods could feel power radiating off of him, almost like an aura of magic. Others just felt something different about him. He smiled politely, and nodded at Dumbledore.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I hadn't recognised you." 'Not without his old tracking devices on you, no doubt.' Draco's voice floated through his mind.

"Yes, well Professor, I've finally had that growth spurt I always wanted." He smiled charmingly, and winked, making most of the female, and some of the male students, swoon in their seats.

"Very well Mr. Potter, please take your place among the Gryffindors." He then said something stupid, and proceeded to make the food appear.

Harry made his way to the Gryffindors, opting to sit next to Hermione, instead of Ron.

"Hey mate! Why didn't you send us any letters letting us know where you were?" Ron said, his mouth full of food.

'Eugh, and you decided to see that every morning?' Draco's voice once more echoed through his mind.

"Sorry Ron, Hedwig didn't come back after the last time I sent her out" Harry said with a sad tone. In reality, he had sent her off, because, though he loved her, Dumbledore had made sure to screen every bit of mail he got from her.

'It's not that bad once you get used to it, it's the noisy masturbating, and moans of "Ohhh-' He grinned inwardly and provided a mental image.

'Okay, that's all I need to know!'

Harry and Draco had become close during the summer, and as such, Draco had told Harry of an Occulumency trick that they could do, it was like telepathy, but stronger. Harry could read peoples minds if he wanted to -which he usually didn't- without alerting them to his presence in their mind.

Him and Draco weren't the best of friends, and they still had arguments, but Draco was a nice chap to be around surprisingly, and Harry enjoyed his company.

"Oh Harry, that's awful." Hermione said, putting her hand on his bicep. He flexed it automatically, and she blushed and dropped her hand.

He was about to ask them of their summers, when Ginny popped out of no where.

'Great,' He thought.

"Hey Ginny," He said.

She blushed, and waved.

He blinked, and shifted.

Hermione coughed,

Ron ate,

And Harry got fed up.

"Well, I'm off to bed, I'm exhausted." He waved, and left the table quickly, pretending not to notice his friend's calls to him.

'Thank God that's over.' He said to Draco as he walked towards him.

"No fuck Potter, they're the Weasleys, what did you expect? All of the spawns want their way with you some way or another."

They laughed as they made their way outside.

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A/N: Okay, end of second chapter.

I'm really sorry I've not been updating this, as I said before but I really haven't had the time, or the want, to do it.

I've had a writers block since two days ago. x.x.

So enjoy, and thanks to kurenai20 for Betaing for me3 Yay Jey!