Chapter III

Malfoy's Tip

Harry walked down to the kitchen, rubbing the crud out of his eyes as he thought of his dream, frowning. The book, he thought. He really wanted to get that book, not to follow Voldemort's orders though. He couldn't stop obsessing about it, the name and author never leaving his mind.

Owle Bullock

Secrets of the Darkest Art

He needed to get that book, if only to satisfy his curiosity.

He went down to the kitchen and saw that he slept through the morning and into the afternoon, Mrs. Weasley putting out lunch on the table. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley were sitting at the table talking when he walked in. "Harry!" Hermione and Ginny said at the same time, Hermione standing up quickly to hug her friend.

Harry hugged her back and she said "We didn't expect you till later! When did you get here?"

"Earlier this morning," Harry said.

"It was barely morning when he and Dumbledore got here," Mrs. Weasley said, bustling Harry to sit down between Ron and Ginny. Ginny smiled flirtatiously at him, a blush on her face while Ron and Harry shared a look. Ron and Harry both looked a bit embarrassed as their…activity raised in their minds, a healthy blush gracing both boys' cheeks. Ron could not help but leaned down and whispered, "It was a good kiss mate. Shame you're like my brother." That only made Harry blush more, his neck and ears growing red as he only nod.

"Harry?" Ginny said, "Why are you blushing?" She smiled at him, a knowing smile that was unfortunately wrong.

"Nothing." Harry said, turning to his plate and began eating, he just realized how hungry he was.

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny, stop it Harry said he's fine." Ron said harshly, defending his 'brother.

"Honestly Ron, isn't that a bit harsh?" Hermione asked, "The way you said it."

Ron just shrugged and said, mouth half full, "She's bothering Harry."

"It's fine Ron," Harry said, smiling at him, "But thanks."

Teach me!

I'm going to buy the bloody book, Harry thought, You don't have to do that! He mentally yelled at his mind. He could have sworn he hard Voldemort's chuckle but dismissed it. That dream had him going daft, Harry reasoned. That book most likely did not exist at all.

"Did you get your O.W.L.s yet?" Hermione asked, changing the topic.

"No, not yet." Harry groaned, along with Ron. They didn't want to think about those. Harry knew that he did not get an "O" for Potions, which was required for becoming an Auror.

"I know I messed up Ancient Runes," muttered Hermione feverishly, "I definitely made at least one serious mistranslation. And the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical was no good at all. I thought Transfiguration went all right at the time, but looking back—"

"Hermione, will you shut up, you're not the only one who's nervous!" Ron barked. "And when you've got your eleven 'Outstanding' O.W.L.s…"

"Don't, don't, don't!" Hermione said, flapping her hands hysterically. "I know I've failed everything!"

"What happens if we fail?" Harry asked the room at large, but it was Hermione who answered.

"We discuss our options with our Head of House, I asked Professor McGonagall at the end of last term."

Harry's stomach squirmed.

"At Beauxbatons," Fleur's voice said, coming from the doorway as she entered and sat down across from Harry. "We 'ad a different way of doing things. I think eet was better. We sat our examinations after six years of study, not five, and then—"

Fleur's words were drowned in a scream. Hermione was pointing through the kitchen window. Three black specks were clearly visible in the sky, growing larger all the time.

"They're definitely owls," Ron said hoarsely, watching as Hermione jumped to the window and opened it.

"And there are three of them," Harry said.

"One of each of us," Hermione said in a terrified whispered. "Oh no…oh no …oh no…."

The owls were flying directly at the Burrow, three handsome tawnies, each of which, it because clear as they flew lower over the path leading up to the home, was carrying a large square envelope.

"Oh no!" squealed Hermione. Mrs. Weasley squeezed passed her and opened the window. The owls soared through it and landed on the table in a neat line. All three of them lifted their right legs.

Harry moved forward and untied the letter with fumbling fingers, feeling suddenly nervous. To his left, Ron was trying to detach his own results as Ginny watched with a curious and nervous interest. Hermione's hands were shaking so much she was making her whole owl tremble.

Nobody in the kitchen spoke. At last, Harry managed to detach the envelope. He slit it open quickly and unfolded the parchment inside.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Pass Grades Fail Grades

OUTSTANDING (O) POOR (P)

EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS (E) DREADFUL (D)

ACCEPTABLE (A) TROLL (T)

Harry James Potter has achieved:

Astronomy A

Care of Magical Creatures E

Charms E

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Divination P

Herbology E

History of Magic D

Potions O

Transfiguration E

Harry read the parchment through several times, his breathing becoming easier with each reading. It was all right: he knew he had had no chance with Divination and History of Magic, given that he had collapsed half way through the examination of the latter. But he had passed everything else! And he somehow got an O in Potions!? How did he manage to do that? Harry wondered. Harry could just imagine the scowl on Professor Snape's face as he graded Harry's examination and potion, writing the 'O' instead of the 'T' that he knew Snape would give him. Thinking back to it though, Harry doesn't remember much of the examination. He remembered walking into the dungeon to take it, then nothing a blank space as, he thought, his mind went on a break and shut down at the threat of Potions. Teach me.

He looked around, Hermione had her back to him and her head bent, but Ron was looking delighted. "Only failed Divination and History of Magic, and who cares about them?" he said happily to Harry, "Here—swap—"

Harry glanced down at Ron's grades: There were no "Outstandings" there…

"What!" Ron said, "How did you get an 'Outstanding' in Potions!?" Ron said.

"I don't know," Harry said grinning, "Must have been lucky."

Ron laughed and said "Can you imagine the look on Snape's face when he wrote that? Man he must have been so angry!" Harry laughed along as they looked at Hermione, who hadn't moved.

"Hermione?" Ginny said tentatively, "How did you do?"

"I—not bad." Hermione said in a small voice.

"Oh, come off it," Ron said getting up and taking Hermione's parchment from her. "Yup—ten 'Outstandings' and one 'Exceeds Expectations' at Defense Against the Dark Arts." He looked down at her, half-amused, half-exasperated. "You're actually disappointed, aren't you?" Hermione shook her head but Harry laughed.

"Well… we're N.E.W.T.s students now!" Ron grinned. Harry nodded and looked at his results again. They were as good as he could have hoped for; his ambition to become an Auror still alive and well thanks to Snape's regretted 'Outstanding.'

Ginny looked at his scores and said "Congratulations Harry, I'm happy for you."

"Err, thanks." Harry said, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way Ginny was smiling at him, her eyes dilating slightly as the red-head stared at the gay "Chosen One." Ah yes, "Chosen One" Harry could hardly laugh when he saw that in the Daily Prophet. He wasn't a Chosen One, he was just an unlucky baby who survived the Killing Curse. "Umm, Harry? You alright?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, why?" Harry said, snapping out of his thoughts.

"It's just you look a bit… out there lately." Ginny said, "Like Luna whenever she has her ideas."

"I'm fine Ginny, seriously." Harry said, ending it.

The rest of the summer vacation went by fast for Harry, and he was relieved to not have any more dreams with Voldemort, the only reminder being that each and every morning his first thought would be Owle Bullock Secrets of the Darkest Art going through his mind as he got out of bed, the whispering ever seductive and suggestive. Now, finally, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were leaving for Diagon Alley to buy their supplies for Hogwarts, and Harry will finally be able to buy the book in Knockturn Alley. The letters came by with their book supplies, that morning and much to Harry's surprise he was made Quidditch Captain. Before they left, however Bill, who was leaving to live with Fleur and her family, gave Harry a big pouch of money. "I got it out of your vault for you, Harry." He said. "It's taking about five hours for the public to get their gold at the moment, the goblins have tightened their security too much."

"Thanks, Bill," Harry said pocketing the bag. He decided that the first thing he would do is slip away from the Weasleys when they get to Diagon Alley, that way he could get the book.

"'E is so thoughtful," purred Fleur adoringly, stroking Bill's nose. Ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal and Harry rolled his eyes. Honestly, she's just showing her love for Bill, Harry thought. He had many a dream where he and a nameless man would just cuddle on a loveseat, Harry resting against his chest as he reads a book or they both watch some Muggle television, Harry still had a drawn for Muggle entertainment every now and then.

One of the special Ministry of Magic cars was waiting for them in the front yard when they emerged from the house, pulling on their cloaks. Secrets of the Darkest Art the voice in his head reminded Harry, turning quickly into the low, seductive hum of a seventeen-year-old Voldemort.

"It's good Dad can get us these again," Ron said appreciatively, stretching as the car moved smoothly away from the Burrow. Harry noticed that his lanky 'brother' had had some muscle grown on him. He was sitting close to Ron, a bit too close for Ginny's and Hermione's comfort but the two boys didn't mind.

"Don't get used to it, it's only because of Harry, " Mr. Weasley said over his shoulder from the front. "He's been given top-grade security status. And we'll be joining up with additional security at the Leaky Cauldron too."

Harry said nothing. Additional security might make it harder for him to get to Knockturn Alley. But he was stubborn at this point, Voldemort told him to buy this book, so he must! He has to make His Lo—no. He is not Harry's Lord, he had to remind himself. Harry is doing this simply for his own purpose. Harry then remembered that he had his Invisibility Cloak in his bag. He was sure that the Ministry did not know about the cloak, so he felt a small sense of relief as the car drove along the countryside and into the city.

"Here you are, then," the driver said, speaking for the first time as he slowed in Charing Cross Road and stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron. "I'm to wait for you, any idea how long you'll be?"

"A couple of hours, I expect," Mr. Weasley said. "Ah, good, he's here!"

Harry looked out the window and his heart leapt. Hagrid was standing outside instead of Aurors, beaming at Harry as he got out of the car. "Harry!" he boomed, sweeping Harry into a bone-crushing hug.

"Hagrid! We didn't know 'security' meant you!" Harry said.

"I know, jus' like old times, innit? The Ministry wanted ter send a bunch o' Aurors, but Dumbledore said I'd do," Hagrid said proudly, throwing out his chest and tucking his thumbs into his pockets. "Let's get goin' then—after yeh, Molly, Arthur—"

The Leaky Cauldron was empty for the first time Harry every remembered, only Tom the landlord was in it and they passed by him, who turned gloomy when he realized he'll have no business, and into Diagon Alley. Harry stepped through the entrance and paused, looking around. Diagon Alley has changed, the colorful, glittering window displays were lost to view by large Ministry of Magic posters that had been pasted over them. Most of these somber purple posters carried blown-up versions of the security advice on the Ministry pamphlets Mr. Weasley was talking about, the others bore black-and-white photos of Death Eaters known to be on the loose. Bellatrix Lestrange was sneering from the front of the nearest apothecary and Harry couldn't help but glare at her picture, wishing to take out his wand and blow the poster to smithereens. Windows were boarded up and small stalls had sprung up along the street, the nearest one saying "Amulets: Effective Against Werewolves, Dementors, and Inferi"

"One for your little girl, madam?" the seedy little wizard called at Mrs. Weasley as they passed, leering at Ginny. "Protects her pretty neck?"

"If only I were on duty…" Mr. Weasley said, glaring at the man. Harry was barely paying attention however, too busy thinking of how he could get away from the Weasleys. Mr. Weasley suggested that they should split up, but Mrs. Weasley refused, all seven of them going to Flourish and Blotts first. Harry saw his chance and took it, he swiftly took the Invisibility Cloak out of his bag and wrapped it around himself as they entered the store, exiting invisible as the door closed behind him.

He swiftly made his way into Knockturn Alley Harry took off his cloak and stuffed it in his bag, he pulled up his earthly-colored robe and hoped that no one noticed or recognized him as he went down the steps into Knockturn Alley, the seedy and Dark side of Diagon Alley. Harry had only been here only once before, and that was by accident in his second year. Who would have guessed that he would return to the place by his own will.

Harry decided to first try Borgin and Burkes, the only shop he went into in his second year. He remembered that it had an assortment of strange items and hoped that one of them was the book he was looking for. Harry walked into the antique shop and was greeted by a dim lighting as he looked around the empty store. The first thing he noticed was a huge black cabinet. Curious, Harry walked towards it and studied it. There were markings on the cabinet, crescent moons facing away from each other, only to be connected by a line piercing through their center. A small plaque next to the cabinet read "Vanishing Cabinet—Sold."

Harry wondered what a Vanishing Cabinet was, and who brought it. It sounded like a very useful object to have, although Harry had to guess it's purpose, which involved vanishing. Maybe it was like one of those old Muggle tricks that made a card disappeared, Harry wondered as he moved from the Cabinet to two shelves that had a narrow walkway between them. The shelves were filled with strange oddments and jewelry that Harry didn't focus on, his eyes glancing at the names before moving on. Lucky for Harry, there were a stack of books next to an opal necklace that claimed to have taken the lives of nineteen muggles. Harry ignored the necklace, not really caring about it or the muggles it killed, and focused on the books, reading the titles. He found his book at the bottom, and pulled it out, the dark purple cover staring at him. "Just have to buy it," Harry whispered to himself. He steeled himself and walked up to the counter, where an aged wizard appeared, and dropped it on the counter.

The wizard, whom Harry guessed was Borgin, simply stared at the book and then at Harry, who looked down, his long hair covering his scar. "What you doing here boy?" he asked, "Why you want this book here?"

"I'm buying it." Harry said, trying to disguise his voice by gruffing it. Mr. Borgin leaned forward and looked closely at Harry. Harry tried to avoid his eyes, his green eyes shifting around as Mr. Borgin continued to look at him. "I don't think you should buy this book, boy. Why don't you put that back where you found it, and returned to your mummy and daddy in Diagon Alley." He said.

"I'm buying this book." Harry said shortly, his hand digging into his pocket and pulling out the bag of gold. He took out ten Galleons and slammed them on the counter in front of Mr. Borgin.

Mr. Borgin simply looked at the money and picked it up gently, counting piece by piece as he looked at Harry and the book. Afterwards Mr. Borgin simply chuckled and pocketed the money and left, leaving the book on the counter.

Harry assumed that the book was his now and took it, carrying it openly out in Knockturn Alley as he left the shop and ascended the stairs, missing a head of platinum hair that watched Harry as he left, the owner simply smirking.

Harry pocketed the book and returned o Flourish and Blotts only to learn that Hagrid, Hermione, and Ron went to Madam Malkin's as the store was too crowded. Mrs. Weasley told Harry to go with them, so Harry rushed his way to the robe shop where Hagrid was standing outside. "There yeh are Harry," he chuckled. "Ron and Hermione are inside."

"Thanks Hagrid." Harry said, walking into the store.

"I am perfectly capable of shopping alone Mother." A voice Harry knew all too well said. He turned a corner only to find Draco standing in front of a rack of robes. Pale skin, platinum hair, and a rather dominating air around him that Harry had always found fascinating, Draco Malfoy was wearing a handsome set of dark green robes that glittered with pins around the hem and the edges of the sleeves. He strode to the mirror to examined himself and Harry had to admit that his rival looked very handsome as he fitted the robe and suit perfectly. Though he wasn't muscular like his lackeys Crabbe and Goyle, Slim, sculpted Draco stood perfect in front of the mirror, that dominant aura that Harry was for some reason attracted to oozing from the teenager. Their eyes met in the mirror and Malfoy smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Well, if it isn't Potter." He said turning around.

Harry was glad they were alone as Madam Malkin was on the other side of the shop helping Hermione and Ron pick their robes. Draco strode toward Harry confidently, and though Harry had his growth spurt he still felt a bit small as his head only reached Draco's chin. "I thought the Death Eaters would have scared you away Potter." Malfoy said.

"Yeah, well I still needed some new robes before I fight your Dark Lord, Malfoy." Harry said. Malfoy looked like he was about to say something but instead he turned around and said "Mother? Remember that dark blue suit in the back of the shop? Can you get it for me? I wish to speak with Potter alone."

"Of course Draco," Malfoy's mother said leaving the two alone. Harry wondered quickly what Draco—Malfoy was going to do to him now that they were alone. Malfoy simply smirked at Harry and bent down, whispering in his ear, "I know what you did Potter, in Knockturn Alley. Very naughty of you. Buying from Borgin and Burkes? What could Dumbledore's pet be doing there?"

"I am not Dumbledore's pet." Harry whispered angrily.

"No? Then whose pet are you?" Draco smirked.

"No ones." Harry said, meeting Draco's gaze. Draco Malfoy returned the look and simply chuckled. "We'll see. I think I'll start watching you, who knows when you'll do something that a good, loyal Gryffindor like you shouldn't be doing. I'll see you at school… Harry Potter."

The way Draco said his name sent shivers down Harry's spine and blood to his cheeks as he blushed. He still continued to glare as Malfoy started to retreat to the back of the shop. He stopped mid-step and turned around, "One more thing Potter, the next time you decide to go down to Knockturn, don't try to disguise yourself by pulling your cloak up and rasping your voice, it was pitiful to watch." With that and a final chuckle, Malfoy left Harry to himself, his mind whirling in a million directions as Draco—Malfoy's words echoed through his head, that dominating aura that remind him of Tom—Voldemort. Harry groaned as he took out the book from it's hiding place, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

Before he knew it, Harry was back in the Burrow and was very exhausted. He excused himself after dinner and went to Fred and George's room, trying to process what had happen since his and Draco's meeting. He knew that he went into Fred and George's shop, but his mind was too focused on Draco and the book, worrying that he would tell anyone as Fred and George led Harry to the back, giving him free stuff. After that—a blur of shops, money, and walking which all led up to this moment, Harry on his bed with Secrets of the Darkest Art laying on his lap, unopened. His hand shook as he went to grab the cover, scared to open the book and see the horrors that awaits him. He opened to a random page and read the top paragraph as it described a spell that could, surprisingly, reattach limbs in a second. The process would be entirely painful, sometimes causing the person to faint afterwards, but Harry was surprised that the first spell he saw in this book was a Healing Spell.

He flipped a couple of pages and found another complicated spell marked "slightly painful" that would make a sterile womb fertile again, and even a version of the spell, even more complicated than the previous two, that creative a magical womb in the caster, allowing for male pregnancy. Harry wondered why this book, or even these spells were considered as "Dark Arts" as they seemed very helpful. The next spell that he looked at seemed to answer it as described, in detail, a way of making something called a "Horcrux." Harry felt sick reading about it and ultimately threw the book away from him, the book landing at the foot of the bed as Harry tried to catch his breath, the wave of nausea gently going away.

Harry felt he knew why Voldemort would buy such a book now, most likely focusing on horrible spells like that that Harry would never use, or even think about. He felt a small gut instinct to burn the book and forget about it, yet those two other spells seemed useful to know.

Harry had a sneaking feeling that he would be having another dream with Voldemort tonight and was split on how to feel about it. On one hand, he wanted answers and felt that Voldemort would give them to him, on the other hand he was afraid of what he was getting himself into. Malfoy's warning still sent chills down his spine as he remembered it. With a heavy sigh, Harry decided to just get it over with and laid down, taking off his glasses and closing his eyes.

He opened his eyes and saw he was in the Chamber of Secrets again, a handsome Voldemort waiting for him, sitting in a black leather ornate chair. He smirked when Harry noticed him, Harry's wand still in his hand, and he said "I knew you would be back Harry, I'm glad that you brought the book." He waved the wand and another, similar chair appeared next to Voldemort. "Would you please sit? I just want to talk with you."

Harry felt apprehensive at first, but Voldemort simply smiled at him, the aristocratic face looking expectedly at Harry, who sat after a moment. Voldemort's smile brightened as Harry sat next to him and he said "Brilliant. Now, I hope that you have learned your lesson from last time?"

Harry stayed quiet, his hand on his wand as he stared at Voldemort. "Harry, it's bad manners to not answer a question." Voldemort said, his smile turning into a smirk, "Especially from your Master, who's taking time to teach you many interesting things."

"You are not my Master, To—Voldemort." Harry said, his eyes meeting Voldemort's a small Gryffindor defiance in them.

Voldemort frowned at that but said "For now, but I thank you for using my real name Harry." Harry just glared at him. Voldemort waved Harry's wand again and the book appeared, sitting on his lap. "It's been many years since I've read this Harry." He said, his fingers gliding over the cover as he looked at Harry. "It must have been fifty or so years, when I was writing my diary. Let's see here…"-Voldemort opened to a random page-"Ah yes, so you've already looked at it, very good."

Voldemort smirked at Harry and placed the book on his lap. "I want you to read this passage." It was the chapter on making "Horcruxes."

"No," Harry said, "I've read it before and I almost threw up."

"Then read it again Harry." Voldemort said. He got up from his chair and took the couple of steps until he was looking down at Harry. He bent slightly until he could breath in Harry's ear. "Come on Harry," he said, his breath hitting Harry's ear, making Harry's ears and neck red as…something moved in his body, a will to obey as Voldemort took a long, eloquent finger and pointed at the text. "Come Harry, read after me. 'Horcruxes are magical items that are created to house half of the caster's soul. The Horcrux is the Darkest of all Magical Creations due to the need of the caster to rip their soul in half.' Read them to me Potter."

Harry looked at Voldemort, not believing what he was asking him, He wasn't going to read that! "Read it Potter." Voldemort demanded again, a pain in his head starting to gather, making Harry wince. "Read it." Voldemort demanded, never raising his voice. The something that make Harry want to obey Voldemort risen again and Harry looked at the book, reading "'Horcruxes are magical items that are created to house half of the caster's soul. The Horcrux is the Darkest of all Magical Creations due to the need of the caster to rip their soul in half.'"

"Good Harry, good, continue." Voldemort said. Harry nodded and continued reading. "'With a Horcrux, the caster will never die, as the soul in the Horcrux will be left intact. The caster's soul will search for the Horcrux even after the body dies, and when reuniting the soul will complete until a new body is formed. The way to rip a soul… I can't." Harry said.

"You can do it Harry. Read." Voldemort said.

Harry took a breath and finished to read the paragraph. "'The way to rip a soul is to go against nature, committing an act of evil so heinous that it forces the soul to rip apart. The method of tearing the soul would be to commit murder. Murdering a wizard or muggle would tear the soul apart as it is considered the 'Supreme act of evil.' Then—'"

"That is enough Harry." Voldemort said, noticing that Harry was starting to shake at the process of the grotesque act. Harry quickly shut the book and pushed it away again. "Good, now do you know why I made you read that?"

"Because you want me to throw up." Harry couldn't help but say. Voldemort glared at him and Harry felt the pain in his skull return again as he screamed, grabbing his head. "Stop it! Stop it! You bastard! I'm sorry!" he yelled.

Voldemort simply raised an eyebrow on his handsome face and waved his wand, the book levitating from where it fell and floated in front of him and Harry. Harry continued to groan in pain as the pain lessened, slightly, his tearful eyes glaring at Voldemort as he casually flipped the pages. "Appologize Harry, and I will show you why I did this. Kneel, and say 'I am sorry my Lord' and I will make the pain stop."

The buzzing in his brain intensified for a moment, it felt as though someone was trying to drill into his skull from the inside and Harry yelled "Alright!" All of a sudden ceased and Harry looked at Voldemort, who was waiting patiently. Harry rubbed the tears from his eyes, his breathing heavy as he looked at the darkly handsome man who was watching Harry. Harry got off of his seat and immediately fell onto his knees. He looked up at Voldemort and gritted his teeth as he said "I'm sorry my Lord."

Voldemort gave a curt smile. "You are forgiven Harry. Now, rise and look at this." He pointed to the page he was reading. Harry did so and looked at the page. It was the spell that made infertile wombs fertile again. "Dark Magic does not mean evil Magic Potter. Though my Death Eaters tend to focus on the more… crueler spells, there is good that can be done also. The book I have asked you to obtain contains spells ranging on both ends. Spells that can cause just as much good as any other 'Light Spell, as well as destruction unimaginable. For now, we will focus on spells like this, but I expect you to memorize all spells and theories in here, including the Horcruxes. I will help you, what Master would I be if I didn't help my follower, but I expect you to do what I say, and how I say it."

"I am not your—"

"Do not finish that sentence Potter." Voldemort said. He pulled Harry closer and whispered, "I will not allow any more disobedience from you Harry. Trust me when I say that I do not wish to harm you, I even hate making such a pretty boy suffer like you did tonight, but lessons must be learned." Harry felt the same feeling of obedience fill him as Voldemort breathed in his ear. Voldemort took Harry's chin in his hand and made Harry to look him in his eyes. Voldemort studied Harry as his cold blue eyes met Harry's emerald. Voldemort seemed to understand something that Harry didn't as he leaned forward and instead of giving Harry a rough kiss like he was expecting, he simply kissed Harry's forehead. "The next time we meet, I want you to memorize the first two spells you've read. Read them, practice them. I am sure Hogwarts will provide adequate space. Until then, do not draw any attention from Dumbledore or the staff. Pretend that you are still their perfect Gryffindor, but remember that you are mine. You are not a follower, I will accept that for now, but you are still under my tutelage. There are many new spells that my Death Eaters ignore that I will teach you Harry. You just have to obey me when I ask. Do you understand Harry?" Voldemort finally asked.

Harry simply nodded and Voldemort said "Speak Harry. I will teach nothing to mutes."

"Yes… Voldemort." Harry said, trusting the teenager in front of him. He said that he will teach him the good things that Dark Magic can do, and he believes him. Voldemort smiled again and brought Harry into his arms, like a father would to a son. "Good. Now wake up. There is work to be done."

A/N: For those of you who's wondering, YES THIS IS A DRACO/HARRY STORY. Voldemort kissing Harry is just his way of pulling Harry to his side, making Harry trust him. As the story goes on, their relationship will evolve to that like a father/son. I thank you all for reading, favorite, and following my story! And please review, tell me what you think of it and what I can improve! Your input helps me. And now, for replies!

Littlesprout: Here you go, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

BrotherofBasilisk: Sorry love, this is a Draco/Harry story! The Harry/Ron kiss was them exploring their sexuality. Both boys repeated that the other is their 'brother' so to them, kissing and being in a relationship would be like incest. As for Harry not telling Ron, he's just figuring it out for himself, and Harry is just the type of person who wouldn't look to others for help until it's too late.

Magicanimegurl: I love slash and dark Harry too! I'm glad that you love it, I find Dark Harry hard to do, cause I don't want to make him super powerful and instant dark, yet on the other hand I don't want this to go on too long so I hope I'm going at a nice pace. As for his friends following him, Ron will. With all of these stories I never see Ron joining Harry, instead going against him as his other friends do. So this time, Ron gets his time in the dark-light as he explores the "Dark Side" in his own way with a very special chocolate-Italian. As for Luna and Neville… maybe. I'll have to think about it and see how things developed. I thank you for your review, and I hope to see you in the future!

Kigen Dawn: Yes it was, wasn't it? And sorry, only Ron and Charlie are gay. Charlie because he is Canon! Gay. He is, "prefers dragons over woman" my ass, that is code for GAY lol. The twins…. Well we'll see a little of them.