A/N: Sorry it took so long, I think I'm back up and running.

Chapter Three: Escape

Harry woke up the next morning to a loud crash. He shot strait out of his nest and looked around the room trying to discern what was going on. Standing off to the side was Charlie Weasly yelling at someone, "You need to be more careful, these dragons are more sensitive than the rest. Come on bring them over here." He walked across the hall to one of the large spots where the other creatures had been placed last night.

Following Charlie was four men pulling a large cage with two dragons sleeping peacefully inside. These dragons were black with dark blue and purple scales littering their bodies. "Make sure the fire wards are up and then go back, Father wants the Chinese Firebolt to be in here too."

The workers grunted as the finished dragging the giant cage across the hall. They left quickly after they put the fire wards back up. Charlie walked over to Harry, "Dad wanted a spectacle, not only is there a Manipolatore Oscuro, but two rare types of dragons in this room. He has always been someone for a show."

Harry rested his head gently on his nest, "You are telling me this why?"

Charlie looked a little offended, "I just thought you would be interested as to why we are bringing dragons into your hall."

"Why would I care about what you do at this creature prison?" Harry examined his claws with an uncaring attitude.

Charlie sighed, "Harry don't be like this."

Harry snapped his head up and was suddenly at the bars of his cage, pushing his face through and giving Charlie a sharp look. His wings spread out behind him in a defensive posture, "Have your life ripped away from you, get shoved in a cage, and then shown off like some animal before you can say anything about my attitude."

Charlie looked down apologetically and opened his mouth to say something. He was cut off before anything could be said though, as his burst into the hall, "And here is where the fabulous new creature is!"

Harry recoiled away from the bars of the cage as fast as if he had been struck. He retreated back into his nest and waited as Arthur walked up to the cage. "Go get ready for the day creature, you are my star today."

Harry got up and walked into the little room connected to his cage. Once in there he pulled out the leather pants that were going to be his outfit today. He quickly got changed and made himself look presentable before he strutted out of the small room to find the Firebolts being dragged into his hall. Arthur was clapping his hands together and then he glanced at his watch, "Oh, looks like it is time to open!" He flapped his hands at the workers, "Shoo, we will have guests in here any minute now." He walked to the doors and opened them so that the guests could come get a good look at the boy-who-lived-turned-creature.

Harry sat in his nest doing nothing particularly interesting as guests poured through the doors, hopefully that would make them move on quicker. His hopes were dashed when more and more people kept coming through the doors. Harry could feel himself deflate when he saw Professor McGonagall walk through the doors, he had hoped that maybe he wasn't wrong about one person.

After a while Harry just stared at the crowed waiting for the day to be over, so that he could have his peace.

A flash of blond hair caught his attention and Harry refocused on the crowd, there in the center of the crowd stood Mr. Malfoy, staring directly at Harry. Beside him stood Snape who kept glancing to a door that was behind Harry and to his left. Harry glanced around the crowed and saw a few other faces that in his mind were directly related to Voldemort. Bellatrix Lestrange, Peter Pettigrew, Crabb, Goyle. And others he couldn't name, but recognized from the graveyard.

Harry turned his eyes back to Malfoy as he smirked and raised his wand. There was a loud bang and the hall became chaos. Malfoy strode up to Harry's cage and muttered a few complex charms the made the cage door pop open.

Harry hopped out, "Thanks, what are you going to do about the other creatures?"

Malfoy grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him out the doors casting spells at the security wizards, "The Dark Lord has been planning a raid like this for months, he just could never make it happen, until now. Because of you there would be enough people for us to blend in." They reached what must have been an end to the wards on the building because Malfoy tightened his hold on Harry and portkeyed away.

About two seconds later Harry and Malfoy popped into existence in large dark hall. Soon the hall was being filled by many other death eaters with creatures in their grasp. Harry was looking around with wide green eyes, there were so many creatures, they outnumbered the death eaters about ten to one.

Suddenly all of the death eaters fell to their knees, and slowly all of the other creatures followed. Harry turned around and saw a man standing at the front of the hall, he looked a lot like Martin, except he had bright red eyes. It dawned on Harry then; Martin was Voldemort.

Harry felt a gentle tug on his pants and when he looked down at Malfoy he whispered, "Kneel to the Dark Lord."

Harry shook his head and said loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear, "I am not going to kneel."

Voldemort waved his hand, "It does not matter. I see that you were successful, where are the dragons though."

A death eater somewhere behind Harry piped up, "As we were leaving we discovered that the dragons were too big to carry on out portkeys with us. We left them to flee towards the castle, which we gave them locations to, along with the other large creatures we could not bring with us."

Voldemort nodded gently and glanced back around the room, "Good work, show our guests to their new rooms and then you may be on your way."

Harry watched as everyone filed out of the hall and then looked for Mr. Malfoy, who he figured was his guide, only to find him gone. Voldemort walked up to him once the hall was empty, "I asked Lucius to leave you behind for now, I needed to speak with you. Come follow me."

Harry followed him with wide eyes as he was lead through many twisting halls to what turned out to be an office.

Once in the office Voldemort turned around and the door slammed shut behind him, "You are a Manipolatore Oscuro, or rather a dark manipulator if you translate it from its Italian meaning. Do you know what you can do, Mr. Potter?"

Harry turned his bright glowing eyes to the floor, "No, I don't know what I can do, nor do I think you should call me Mr. Potter. I'm Harry, Just Harry."

Voldemort smiled simply, "Alright, just Harry, You can basically woo any dark creature to do your bidding and control dark magic with a bat of your eyes. The problem is Manipolatore Oscuros have had problems in the past with controlling said powers."

Harry let his eyes travel up to meet Voldemort's, "How do you know all this?"

Voldemort shrugged nonchalantly, "I was hoping that your kind wasn't actually extinct like everyone thought. I figured if I knew enough about your kind I could find one, and what do you know, one practically lands in my lap."

"And how do you propose I control these powers of mine?"

Voldemort clapped his hands together as if he was about to get down to business, "I'm going to teach you everything about dark creatures and the dark arts."

Harry raised his eyebrows skeptically, "we haven't exactly gotten along in the past."

"Yes, well the past was the past. That was still when they had you living behind a veil of lies, now you know the truth, and will be more likely to support me and my cause."

"I suppose that makes sense." Harry looked down again, "Now can I go find my room?"

Voldemort shook his head, "Nope, we are starting your first lesson right now."

Harry glanced down, "While I am still in my leather pants?"

"Yep, now I want you to read this book." He pulled out a large book with the title A Basic Guide to Everything You Need to Know About Dark Creatures.

Harry took the book and looked up at Voldemort, "Can I please change into more comfortable pants?"

The Dark Lord sighed, "Fine, your room is through that door, you should find some suitable pant to wear in there. Be Quick, you can explore your room later."

Harry walked to the room and quickly located the dresser. As soon as he found a comfortable pair of Green sweat pants and changed he quickly returned to the office. "Is there any reason my bedroom is connected to your office?" he asked innocently.

Voldemort looked up and openly let his eye rake down Harry's form, "Of course."

"Mind telling me what that is?"

"Well, one; you are going to be my student. Two; you are a very valuable dark creature, Harry. I want you as close at hand as possible. Now read." Voldemort looked back down at his desk examining what looked like a letter.

Harry glanced around the office trying to find a spot to sit and ignoring the small voice in the back of his mind that was saying 'I want you as close at hand as possible' really meant 'I want you near me so I can woo you'

Harry gave up at trying to find a place to sit, "Where am I supposed to sit?"

Voldemort glanced around the room before pointing to the floor next to his chair, "Here is fine."

"I am not going to sit next to you like a loyal dog!" Harry spat.

Voldemort looked at Harry as if he had lost his mind, "Not a dog, just a student with his teacher."

"Couldn't you conjure a chair or something?"

"I could. But I don't think that's the question you meant to ask."

Harry growled "Will you conjure something for me to sit on?"

Voldemort looked like he was considering it for a moment, "Hum, no. Either you stand there and read or sit next to me and read. Do what you will." He went back to looking over his paper.

After a few minutes of glaring at the Dark Lord, Harry moved and sat down by his chair, gently leaning back and resting his wings across the Dark Lord's lap. Harry opened the book to page one and started to read.

Voldemort glanced down and his eyes widened comically. The temptation to touch the Manipolatore Oscuro's wings was too much and he gently let one of his hands rest on the large black wing draped across his lap.

Harry shuddered when he felt Voldemort's hand on his wing. He glanced back at it and then looked up at Voldemort who was staring at him. "you should be screaming in pain."

Harry looked down at the hand again, "Yeah, only the first person to touch your wings can ever touch them again."

Harry let his eyes travel back up to Voldemort's face, "I think you are the first person to touch my wings"

"You're not serious are you?"

"I'm perfectly serious, you are the first person to touch my wings"

"An apparently I will be the only person to ever touch your wings." Voldemort dropped his gaze to where Harry's wings and his hand met, "This is an interesting development."