Disclaimer- Don't own the Harry Potter series, I'll continue to ask Santa Clause for it, but I don't think it'll work.

~Guava2- I hope I'm a fast updater too, I write as I go. So I've been working on my second chapter since the last update.

~KyuubiChild717- I know she is, I really, really don't like Ginny.

Also, as I said before, I update as I go. I finish writing the chapter, give it a day, then reread it and make the necessary changes. If there are mistakes, I apologize, I noticed some in the last chapter that I had missed. I don't think that I'll be able to update regularly though, I'm taking a lot of classes right now and they're all pretty difficult, I'm not saying I won't try to update regularly, just that you shouldn't get your hopes up. Thank you to the people who reviewed, it made me so happy to get on the next day and see three reviews, here's my second chapter. Enjoy :D


Voldemort turned to look at Harry, "It seems you're keeping secrets Potter," his voice was oddly calm. Harry was panicking, Ginny gave him up. His girlfriend gave up the most important secret of the war. But the thing was, how had she known. He knew that they had excluded her from all the conversations, pushed her away to keep her safe. And then he realized, Ron. Ron told her. Ron told Ginny everything, why wouldn't he? They were related, and family meant more to the Weasley's than anything in the world. Harry understood, at least thought he did.

"Harry, it seems that we have something of importance to discuss, don't we boy?" All Harry could do was nod. His world was collapsing in on him. He failed when it mattered most. He composed himself and watched Voldemort with rapt attention.

"Yes, it seems we do, Tom" he spat. It was time to fight back. He needed to prove to Voldemort that one mistake wouldn't be the end of the world.

"It seems that you've forgotten my title Harry. Would you really like your mudblood pet to suffer for your mistake?" Hermione whimpered, and the room was filled with laughter. The first noise he had heard from the people behind him.

"You think he cares about his friends," Ginny laughed, Voldemort turned to look at her, "If he cared about his friends then Fred wouldn't be dead, George wouldn't have been injured. All of his "friends" seem to get hurt the most. How about Remus and Tonks Harry, if you cared about them would they be dead?"

"She's lying Harry," Luna's dreamy voice called, "If we thought you didn't care we wouldn't be here right now. If we had really thought that you didn't care about us, none of us would have even taken the risk to stand by your side. And we'll trust and follow you, no matter what your decision is," As Luna spoke Neville and Hermione began to nod. Hermione was no longer crying, it seemed that Luna's words had given her strength.

"Enough," Voldemort screamed, his voice was full of cold fury; "Potter, you will follow me, now," his voice left no room for discussion.

"Why?" Harry asked, his previous shock wearing off, "Why should I listen to you?"
"Have you forgotten that your friends will be tortured for your foolishness," as if to prove his point Voldemort pointed his wand at Neville, "Crucio! Would you like your friend to meet the same fate as his parents?"

"No!" cried Harry, "Don't hurt him, he's done nothing!" Voldemort's cruel face twisted into the semblance of a smile.

"But why should I listen to you Potter, it seems I am the one in control," Voldemort laughed. He was enjoying the pain he caused Harry, "It seems you have no answer to that, now will you come with me?" Neville continued to scream under the effects of the curse. Harry had no choice but to say yes.

"Yes, I'll go," Harry said resignedly. He looked at Hermione; she was still kneeling in the blood from her hand. Voldemort saw him looking at Hermione.

"If you be a good boy I may fix her hand. I reward those who listen, and punish those who disobey. You will become very used to this if all goes to plan," he shoved Hermione away from him and walked towards Harry. Harry immediately looked away from Voldemort's eyes, if there was one thing that Harry had learned from his occlumency lessons with Snape it was that legilimency was worked the easiest through eye contact.

As Voldemort walked by he grabbed Harry's arm and began to pull him towards the door. Harry willingly followed Voldemort, and when he stopped to talk to the Death Eaters Harry looked back at his friends. Luna was smiling encouragingly, Neville was silently sobbing, Ginny was still on the floor next to Ron glaring at him, and Hermione was still cradling her hand, looking at the finger with the ring that was on the floor.

"Harry, come," Voldemort demanded. He pulled Harry back into the hallway. They walked back towards the white room. Harry felt a strange sense of foreboding; he didn't want to go back to the white room. Suddenly, Voldemort stopped in front of a door. He pulled out his wand and tapped it on the door. As the door opened Harry heard a shriek from down the hallway.

"Hermione!" Harry screamed, and without thinking he began to run down the hallway.

"Get back here Potter!" Voldemort's furious voice came from behind him, but Harry didn't stop, Hermione was being harmed again. Harry felt his entire body stop moving. He was levitated back to where Voldemort was standing. Fury rolled off Voldemort in waves. Harry could feel his anger; he could physically feel the anger coming off Voldemort. It felt like thousands of tiny pinpricks all over his body. The force of the magic made Harry want to cower; this was obviously why so many people followed him. Voldemort was pure power.

The door was still open and Voldemort stormed into the room, "Get in here Potter!"

Never in his life had Harry heard someone so angry. The times Snape had yelled at him didn't even come close to the cold fury that was in Voldemort's voice. It made it clear that if Harry didn't obey there would be serious problems. Harry walked into the room, and realized that the powerful magic that had filled the air just seconds before had vanished. Not only did Voldemort contain vast amounts of magic, he was able to control the magic too. How Dumbledore had thought that a seventeen year old boy would be able to defeat this tyrant was beyond him.

The door led into a study. Bookshelves lined the walls, and a large desk sat in the center of the room. There were two leather chairs in front to the desk.

"Sit," Voldemort's voice was once again, calm and contained. As if he hadn't let the control over his magic slip, as if he hadn't just tortured a seventeen year old girl and left her lying in a pool of blood. Harry did as he was told at once.

"It seems we have a problem Potter, you are a horcrux," his eyes were trained on Harry, waiting for a response.

"Yes, I am," Harry replied, trying to keep his voice as calm as Voldemort's.

"This means that you cannot come to harm. You see, the only parts of my soul still here are Nagini, you, and I. It was rather foolish of me to keep the others so far away from my person. I hadn't realized that Dumbledore would discover my secret. I have made too many errors. But that is the past, I now must find a way to keep my soul safe," his eyes remained on Harry, gauging every reaction. Harry tried to give him none.

"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked quietly, hoping not to offend him, keeping Voldemort calm would be essential to any escape he could hope to make.

"Because, I have come to a decision, and you must be informed of that decision. I need to keep my soul safe, and you contain a piece of my soul. Therefore…" he lead on, "I must keep you near me, at all times. We can't have you running off trying to destroy me again. Yes, it seems the best option for the moment."

"No," Harry stood up, "Absolutely not!" He had forgotten to stay complacent. Earning Voldemort's trust was in the past. The thought of having to spend every minute by this monster made him shiver in fear. Harry wasn't afraid of anything, but Voldemort. He had spent the past six years of his life despising the man; he wouldn't be able to stay near him for more than an hour without going crazy.

In a moment the calm Voldemort was gone, once again replaced by the furious being, "You think you have a choice Potter! I have won; your precious Order is dead, your friends waiting to be tortured this very moment. You no longer have any rights, if it weren't for the fact that you are a horcrux I'd let what's left of my Death Eaters have you. There are many other methods of torture that I'm sure they'd love to try on you. You, who caused my downfall, you, who caused many of my most loyal supporters to rot in that filthy prison. You, who caused the death of so many loyal followers, they would do the most disgusting things to you," Voldemort leaned over Harry with every word he said, "Do you know what they do to the young men they are given? Your innocent mind can't even picture the tortures they had planned for the famed "Boy-Who-Lived." It is by my good graces that they haven't gotten your friends as a replacement."

The furious magic washed over Harry once more. Harry cowered into the chair, Voldemort's snake-like face inches from his own.

"You will obey my every whim. If not, I'm sure that my followers would make do with young Lovegood. They do love the blondes," Voldemort smiled maliciously. Harry cringed, thinking about the things they would do to Luna.

"You will start by calling me My Lord," Voldemort sneered.