AN: Sorry for such the long delay! I won't give any excuses because there really are none! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Any errors made are completely my fault.

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Chapter Three

Harry groaned as he woke up the next day. He slowly sat up remembering the events from the day before. He couldn't believe that he had willingly gone with Voldemort. He had only done it to save his friends. He couldn't think of any other way to end the war quicker. He would never have won. After all, without all of the horcruxes destroyed, Voldemort could not have been defeated.

Harry slowly got up from the bed, almost dropping to his knees as his shirt that was stuck to the cut that Bellatrix had made had ripped from the cut, reopening it. He slowly mad his way towards a door in the room. When he opened it he was relieved to see a bathroom. It was huge. Bigger than any bathroom he had seen. It had a huge tub that looked like a pool, a shower that could hold about five people, and then a normal sized sink with a mirror hanging above it.

He slowly took off his shirt. He grimaced when he saw the cut. It was a horrid red and jagged. He knew he would have to ask for someone to heal it because if he didn't it would end up getting infected. He sighed and walked into the room not even bothering to put his shirt back on. He was startled by Lucius Malfoy standing by the door leading out of his room.

Lucius stood up straight when he saw the cut running across Harry's chest. "What happened?"

Harry shrugged. "Got hit by a cutting curse."

"By who? The Dark Lord will not be happy about you not telling him." Lucius walked closer to the green-eyed boy.

"What does it matter?" Harry asked, slightly glaring at the blonde as he moved closer.

"Acting like that will not get you taken care of Mr. Potter. Nightmare."

Harry flinched when he yelled the last word. "Wha-."

Before Harry could completely ask what the elder Malfoy was talking about, a small house elf popped into the room.

"Go get the master. Tell him to come to Mr. Potter's room." Lucius ordered to the house elf who pulled it's ears and popped back out of the room.

Lucius moved and sat on the bed. "I'll heal once the Dark Lord talks with you."

Harry slowly moved to lean against the wall farthest from Voldemort's second-hand. They waited about five minutes for Voldemort to make an appearance in Harry's room.

When he opened the door he spotted Lucius then his eyes moved about the room looking for Harry. Once he saw him his eyes moved up and down the teen's body, stopping on the cut above his heart.

"What happened?" He asked in a cold tone.

"I was hit by a cutting curse during the battle. By one of your own." Harry whispered, taking all his hate and glaring towards the man.

"Who? Why didn't you tell anyone?" Voldemort asked back, not even acknowledging the glare.

Harry shrugged. "Bellatrix."

"It was probably an accident then. She knew not to harm you."

Harry laughed a bone-chilling laugh. "She's crazy. What makes you think that she would understand not to harm me? Which also makes me wonder, what was she talking about last night? What don't I know?"

"Lucius, leave us alone for now." Voldemort ordered not even looking at the blonde. He was staring at Harry instead.

"My Lord, what about healing him?" Lucius asked standing up.

"I will take care of it."

Lucius nodded and slowly left the room. He glanced back towards Harry and the teen was surprised to see a look of worry in his usual cold eyes.

Voldemort replaced Lucius' spot on the bed and that was when Harry finally looked at him fully. He was dressed up in black slacks and a ruby shirt that fit his form and mad his red eyes shine bright against his pale skin.

"You know about my horcruxes." It wasn't a question. He knew that Harry knew. "Obviously since you destroyed some of them. However, what the old man didn't tell you was that you are one of them."

Harry shook his head, denying even the possibility of it.

"It is true. That night when your parents were murdered at my hand, I accidentally created another horcrux and that was you. That is why you did not die that night. However, I did because my soul had reached the limit of how many times it could be split. We have much to talk about that has to do with that night. I will not sugar coat things but I will not talk to you about them at this moment either. All you need to know for now is that you are a horcrux and that is the only reason I have not killed you. I am simply being selfish and protecting myself from death. Of course, if you are willing to become allies then our relationship could be different."

Harry was having trouble keeping up with Voldemort's information. He knew that the man had killed his parents but he had accepted that a long time ago. "What are you fighting for? What is the purpose of all this fighting? Of the Death Eaters?"

Voldemort blinked at the questions. "I may be slightly crazy but I am not as crazy as the old headmaster made me seem. He misinterpreted my goals. My goals are not to extinguish muggles or muggle borns. I simply want to keep our worlds separate. Dumbledore and the ministry want to unite the worlds. I only see that as causing chaos. Uniting them would do no good. Muggles cannot comprehend magic and how special it is. They either try to beat the weird out of you or act like you're nothing. Muggles would go insane; think that they are seeing things. Some would be jealous. However, muggle born witches and wizards should know about the wizarding world as soon as possible. They need to be with other magical people. Their parents should not know about magic either until the muggle born is of age and can properly defend themselves. Once they discover that they have magic there should be a place for them to go in their world. This war that is going on now would be even worse with the muggles involved."

Harry stared at Voldemort for a while. He was surprised at how sincere the other man was being. If this was all true then that would mean that Dumbledore had been making Voldemort seem way worse than he was. The thing that shocked Harry most was that he agreed with the other man. He actually liked his ideas more than Dumledore's.

"Let's say that I agree with you," Harry finally said. "What would that mean? That I would be locked away for protection?"

Voldemort shook his head. "Of course not. I would treat you as you are. Equal. You have the same power as me. I could not drag you down. You would be a powerful ally."

After thinking for a few minutes, Harry nodded his head. "Alright. I will be Lord Voldemort's ally. I refuse to call you The Dark Lord though."

"Of course you shouldn't call me that. Call me Tom." Vold- Tom smirked and held out his hand for Harry to shake.

Harry then shook his hand without a second of hesitation.