/N- don't own any of the characters but I do own the plot
Hours passed and at 5:00 PM Lucius came to collect Harry for dinner. Before Malfoy came Harry had formed a plan on how to escape from his clutches. His plan was put into action as soon as Lucius knocked on his door.
"Dinner!"
"Uh, I don't feel well Mr. Malfoy. Can I skip?" Harry tried his best to use a sick-like-voice.
"No! Come out of there now!" Lucius was twisting the doorknob-
"Sir, I think that I might throw up!" The doorknob stopped turning and Lucius cursed under his breath.
"Fine...you can skip dinner. Just don't throw up, you hear me?"
"Yes sir, I hear you."
Without another word Lucius turned his heel and left. When Harry was sure that he was gone he slowly opened the door. He looked both ways to make sure that the coast was clear. When he was positive that no one was coming, he ran down the hall.
Harry then started to look for the front door. On the way there he found
himself looking at a wall filled with pictures. All of the pictures were of the same boy who kept on moving around in his frame. At first glance Harry could tell it was a younger Draco Malfoy because of his blonde hair and the same trademark smirk.
Harry continued to walk until he found himself in a hallway with many doors that had been labeled.
The first door said The Dungeons.
The second one said Kitchen and Dining Room.
And the last one said The Main Hall.
With a sigh of relief, Harry opened the last door and walked though the doorway. He lifted his eyes to see a large door in front of him. Must be the front door, Harry thought to himself as he sprinted towards it.
Grinning, Harry lifted his hand and placed it on the doorknob to open it.
Problem was, someone had already opened it.
Harry was thrown back as the door opener walked into the house. He cried out as he hit the floor bring attention towards the stranger. Harry looked up to meet the red eyes that had haunted him his whole life.
Lord Voldemort.
Before Harry could flee, Voldemort took a long stride towards him and scooped him into his arms. Struggling, Harry was carried back through into the Dining Room. Not once did Harry look at him; he kept his gaze to the ground.
Harry only did look up once he heard laughing. There were many Death Eaters sitting around the table, drinking and talking among themselves. When Voldemort cleared his throat they all looked up.
"Potter? Where did you find him my lord?" Lucius asked bravely, glaring at Harry. Harry gulped.
"He was at the front door when I walked through. I would have thought you would have better security than that. Maybe I should give the responsibility to a better Death Eater..."
"I'm sorry my lord, I promise-"
"You promised that you would be better! And yet you aren't! Maybe I should just kill you! But for now..." Voldemort walked over to the two empty seats and placed Harry down, taking his wand out in the process.
"Crucio!"