I'm so sorry this took so long… I was planning on releasing a one shot before this, but didn't really know how to start it or anything… So here the update for this is. Finally.

Hearing the small boy's response was nearly surprising, he had so easily agreed to leave this place with a stranger. Sure this might not be the most comfortable or loving environment, but surely this child has more self-preservation than that? He would raise an eyebrow at the Potter boy, but rather than displaying his curiosity he simply holds out a long, thin arm for him to grasp onto. "Hold on tightly. No matter what, do not let go until I say you can." When Harry clutches onto his offered appendage, the man looks down at him once more. "Holding your breath might help." He advises the green eyed preteen as he gestures with his hand to Apparate them away from the broom closet.

While Harry holds his breath as the man had suggested, he also squeezes shut his eyes, unsure of what to expect when all of a sudden he could feel his body being squashed, like he was being forced through way-too-tight tubing, he doubted he would be able to breathe even if he wanted to. When the tight sensation around his body is gone and his feet are on solid ground again, he breathes in deeply and would have fallen to his knees if he had not still been clutching desperately onto the older man's sleeve. He was sure that had taken a mere second, but it had felt like an eternity.

The Dark Lord was surprised by this boy yet again as he remained on his feet, despite how unsteady he appeared, and didn't seem to feel the need to expel the contents of his stomach, though he knew there wasn't much if anything in him at the present moment. After just a moment of regaining his footing, the young boy releases his hold on Voldemort and though the red-eyed man was thoroughly impressed by Harry, he managed to keep an impassive expression on his face as he stepped forward, making his way through the mansion he was currently operating in as though he owned the manor. For the last month while he had been coming up with a strategy for assassinating the young Potter he had been moving his location every few weeks, assuring that he wouldn't be found even if anyone did suspect his return.

As the man that had taken him away from the Dursley's begins to make his way toward a large large door in the giant room Harry now found himself in, the green-eyed boy takes a moment to simply look around his new surroundings. This room on it's own was almost as large as the entire ground floor of the Dursley's home, it was spacious and had dark purple walls, decorated with large gilded mirrors and impossibly huge portraits. On one end there was a pipe organ, Harry was unsure if anyone who lived in this mansion could play, but with his limited knowledge on instruments, it looked like it was kept in beautiful condition, the ceiling were so high up, they looked to the ten year old boy as though they could be floating and hung from it were two large chandeliers, made from glass, or possibly crystal, that each looked more expensive than anything Harry had ever seen in his life. As he was wondering how Voldemort managed to get his light fixtures properly clean, he realized that he should probably keep up with the man who was already quite a few strides away.

Voldemort had noticed that the Potter boy hadn't moved a step from where he stood when they had Apparated into the room, but just as he was about to bark his command for the boy to follow, he could hear hurried steps rushing toward him and reaching his side just moments later. This boy was surprisingly fast, then. Probably as a result all the cruel games his cousin, Dudley, and his friends would play with him. The red-eyed man makes his way toward the dining room, not too far from their current location, while tugging his wand back out and summoning a quill and small piece of parchment. The Dark Lord pauses his strides to assure his scrawl doesn't become messy as he lifts his hand to write a quick note to the owner of the mansion to meet him immediately in the dining area, once he sends the piece of parchment off with a flick of his wrist, as well as banishing the quill to back where it had come from, he continues his quick pace, noting that the small boy had been playing with the frayed hem of his much too big T-shirt as he had waited for the lord to continue showing him the way again.

As Harry waited, he took the opportunity to look around the hallway he had found himself in, it was just as rich and lavish as the first room had been, though it had a different feel to it altogether, the scheme was different though the two rooms melded together well enough to not feel disjointed. As he waited for his rescuer, he couldn't help the widening of his eyes or the awe on his face as he watched the feather pen fly through the air and into the man's hand and the bit of yellowed, unlined paper float around before stiffening enough that he didn't need to press it against the wall, and though his brilliantly green eyes were fixed on the tall man and what he was doing in hopes of seeing more of his magic, he began tugging lightly on the bottom of his shirt, very much awkward and unsure what to do. This was the nicest place he had ever been and he was unsure of what kind of behavior he should have, this was different then being in his tiny, cramped closet. His small room beneath the stairs was his place, where he could be Harry. It was his space. This place, this mansion, was so far out of his comfort zone. He rarely talked to people outside of the Dursley household, nevermind going to someone else's house. And definitely not someone as elegant and refined as this man. Even his Uncle Vernon hadn't met with someone like this, he would bet. This man leagues above them, the ten year old wasn't even sure why he was allowed in this place.

Voldemort did glance downward, casting his gaze onto the shorter male who still looked a bit dazed from his earlier use of magic. He sheathes his wand once more, hiding it from view as he finally pulls open the large wooden door to the dining room, waving Harry forward into the room just as the doors on the other side of the burst open, clearly being pushed away with a great amount of force, though he knew that the pale blond man who had opened the doors had done so with just a quick flick of his wrist, preferring to accomplish even the simplest of tasks with magic. The bright eyed boy snaps his head around to look at the doorframe as the heavy slabs of wood slam into the walls loudly, the sound echoing through the room. Though the shift is very slight, Voldemort could feel the way the young boy drew just a bit nearer while taking a small step backing, shrinking away from the intimidating figure that Lucius imposed as the blond drew nearer and nearer, closing the distance with his long strides as the Dark Lord guided the small boy to a chair at the long table and sank into the seat beside him. He ignored the questioning look from the pale blond as he rested an elbow on the table and then his chin in the palm of his upright arm.

"Lucius. So glad you could make it so soon. I'm sure you have many questions so I'll make it short. This is Harry Potter, as of now he will be staying here. Or perhaps with Severus. When classes begin, he will be attending Hogwarts. This is to be kept as secret as possible. I will be in contact with the rest of you and I will be moving from here again. The sooner the better, in two days at the maximum. I will leave him in your hands and you are to see to officially making Severus his legal guardian as well as obtaining anything he might need, be it school supplies or otherwise." The blond man looks momentarily shocked as the Dark Lord speaks in a slow, drawling voice, before he gives a barely imperceptible nod in understanding to let the red-eyed man know he had been listening. "Great. Now, Harry. This is Lucius Malfoy. He's a close… Friend. He has a son named Draco who's about your age and you're going to be staying with him for a bit. Alright?" Despite his initial hesitation in his wording, he speaks in a voice that is almost gentle to the dark haired boy beside him who simply nods, biting his lower lip. Looking back up to the blond man still standing beside him, he gives the Malfoy a chilling smile. "One more note, Lucius. The boy knows nothing of anything. Do your best to educate him as best you can before sending him off to school, yes?"