This story has nothing to do with any other story of mine.

a quick story

Tom Riddle AKA Lord Voldemort was sitting on his throne pondering, er,

yeah, he was pondering, thats it.. when he felt

the barriers between himself and Potter fall, albeit slightly, he sensed a probing,

and hurriedly threw up his mental shields,

blocking any passage of information. He put forth a query.. "What do you want,

Potter, I'm too busy to chatter with you.."

He could feel the equivalent of a smirk. "Sorry, Tom, I know you're a busy Dark

Lord , what with managing your minions and all.. "

there was a pause.. "Yes, well get on with it" "Ok, don't get riled.. I recently

acquired a building, and while I was remodeling it to my needs,

I found some things that you will be interested in, as one of the properties was

formerly owned by one of your inner circle.. so if you would send

Wormtail or someone to pick it up, I would appreciate it, there are no tricks or

tracking charms, I promise, wizards oath." Voldemort grumbled..

"All right, where. and when.?

"I left the package at the Hogs Head with the bartender, the pickup is to

use the name T M Riddle,

I also put a blood seal on it so no one but you or I can open it.." "Is that all?

"Yes it is, Tom, I'll let you get back to your business, and don't forget the

paperwork"

..Potter vanished mentally with a mental 'pop'.

Voldemort came out of the door to his private quarters and assumed his

throne.."Wormtail, attend me"..The rat man scurried up and knelt at his lord's

feet.

Harry's eyes opened and focused on his girlfriends' face.. "He got the

message, and the timing was perfect..

I caught him using the facilities.." he snorted in laughter.. "Can't be scary, or

dignified or anything in that position." .....they laughed together.

Wormtail did the pickup and rushed back to his Lord's side.. the package

was a small wooden box with a pad on the top,

where all you had to do was put a drop of blood to open the lock, standard

wizarding fare.. he opened the box and inside was standard memory vials,

lined up in their compartments. "bring the penseive here" Wormtail scurried to

comply.

One at a time each memory was poured into the penseive and viewed. each time he

placed his wand into the stone bowl his face got colder and even more

emotionless than usual. "Arm" Wormtail scurried up and held out his arm so the

dark mark could be used.. the dark lord pressed his finger on the mark

and he called his inner circle. and then all his death eaters.. time passed and

very shortly his inner circle appeared and rushed to pledge allegiance to him and

his cause..

he let them stand and take their usual places..

The Death eaters stood quietly waiting for their Lord to speak. The

powerful and rich stood around the throne near to their Lord, waiting for orders,

anticipating the opportunity to go and do unspeakable things to muggles and enemies

of their cause.

"There is disloyalty in the ranks." many shuffled and stiffened, wondering

if they were the target of that statement. "Disloyalty of the most heinous kind,

disloyalty to me, to whom you have sworn fealty." the rank and file Deez wondered

and eyes darted back and forth, trying to catch the offending parties

in the act. The inner circle stood stiffly, watching their Lord closely. Snape

was forcing his mind into the corners, trying to avoid thinking about anything at

all, and Malfoy , he stood proudly watching all, as he was certainly not the offender,

in fact he was better than anyone here. Malfoy realized he couldn't move.

Voldemort stood in front of him looking him in the eye. Red meeting icy gray.

the thoughts that transferred between the two...silently. Fear rose up in

The Malfoy's thoughts, and rightly so..The memories of his activities, which he had

removed from his mind, so they could not be legilimanced,

had apparently been found, and now, they were in the Dark Lords' possession.. he

knew he was going to die, and hoped, however uselessly,

it would be sooner rather than later. "Draco Malfoy, attend me"

The younger Malfoy moved quickly to be next to his favorite Dark Lord. He

knelt at the master's side. "How may I serve, my Lord?"

Voldemort didn't even look toward the younger Malfoy. "Take the Malfoy Ring from

your father young Lord Malfoy" Draco, in a leap of intelligence, said "Huh?"

Voldemort, losing patience with all Malfoys glared at him.. Lucius has no need of

it, since he betrayed me, so therefore you are the new Lord Malfoy, and I assume

you are the blood heir of your father, you are the only one who can remove it.."

Draco shied away from the glare and hurried to be about the business set before

him. "Yes, my Lord, as you wish.." He reached up to the hand of his father,

since he was still kneeling, and removed the ring, cupping it in his hand, not

daring to put it on.. there were charms against that.. he looked up to his Lord

with a question in his eyes.

Voldemort pointed to an empty spot next to Snape. Draco bowed low and took his

place, keeping his head down in respect, and saying nothing.

"Lucius, , there was a package delivered to me today, in that package there

were memories of your activities, wherein you performed heinous acts, and then hid

the evidence." As a punishment, you shall die, but before you do, you will suffer pain

and humiliation., you will wish for surcease, but you will not find it. you will

curse the pure blood in your veins."

"You will wish you had never been born ..and then you will die, without any chance

of an afterlife, because your soul will be destroyed." "The name Malfoy will no

longer be respected, or feared,

for your son is the end of your line, and if he cannot follow orders, then he will

be the last Malfoy." The blood in Draco's veins went icy cold and he was having

a hard time not bolting and running.

Voldemort cast a spell on Lucius, a fairly long spell in an arcane

language, and the tall man stiffened and appeared to vibrate as ..things happened

to him.. painful things. His edges seemed to

blur and move, as he seemed to occupy multiple places all at once. He seemed to

shrink into an emaciated shadow of his former self, his white hair faded even

whiter and fell out, gashes and sores formed on his skin, wrinkles and sagging.

ultra high speed aging. Finally after ten minutes of this he collapsed in a heap on

the floor of the throne room.

"What you have just witnessed is the aging of a traitor." "For each minute he

lived ten years, Ten years of torment and torture, because of his disloyalty to me.

.

..he lived one hundred years of pain." Voldemort paused and looked down at the

dying man. "And for the final act.. "

he did the spell to separate the soul from the body and then as the soul floated

there, a wraith in the form of Lucius Malfoy,

he cast the spell which destroys, and the spirit was dissipated. "Let this be a

lesson to all of you, for I will not accept disloyalty from anyone..

not even my inner circle.." he looked around at each person standing..judging...

"Lord Malfoy...." Voldemort turned to the pale Draco. who spoke almost

inaudibly.."Yes my Lord?" "Put on your Ring, Lord Malfoy, for we have business to

attend to."

Draco looked at the ring and silently gulped, and slipped it on his finger. As he

did, magic swirled around him and he was imbued with the aspects of the Malfoy

family magic.

Draco stood as tall as he could and stuck his nose in the air.."I am ready to

serve, my Lord" "Good, see to it that you do a better job at it than Lucius did..

you are to go and retrieve your father's journals and find out about every deal

and bribe and arrangement he has made, and bring them to me,

since you have no political capital yet, you are at present a liability." Draco

bowed "Yes my Lord, it shall be done" he started to turn and be about it..

"Crucio!"

"I did not give you leave yet, there is more, or shall I call your mother to take

over?"..."No my Lord, I am sorry, please forgive me.." Draco said from the heap he

was on the floor.

"Good, you are learning..now then, because the Malfoy name is no longer the force

it was in the Ministry, you shall from this day forth, double the tribute you pay

to my cause.."

Draco paled to the point of almost losing consciousness. "....." he almost said

something, but thought better of it, not wanting another Crucio..he struggled to

his knees and bowed in obedience.

Harry sat in a comfortable chair in his RoR, snuggled up with Hermione

halfway in his lap.. they were linked in their mind sharing an ongoing memory,

or rather, watching it in realtime as it unfolded.. "did you get that souldestroying

spell?" Harry whispered. Hermione nodded, and they watched as

Draco was crucioed again, and then as he left, they pulled out of Tom's mind, so as

to not attract attention.

They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. an end was in sight, and the

prospects for the future was looking good.."Now, we plant the seeds of doubt about

Snape.."

The use of the RoR to create scenarios was inspired, all you had to do was put in

the parameters you were looking for, and the characters you wanted to have play..

Harry had gotten the idea from watching a rerun of STNG on the BBC, one of the

holodeck episodes..turns out Dudley was good for something.

That, mixed with the fact he had indeed inherited a building right next to Diagon

Alley that was used by wizards with the intent of keeping their mistresses and

slave boys,

etc.. that by the way was Lucius' perv, slave boys. Sirius had willed all of his

property and fortune to Harry, along with setting him free from his annual

incarceration on Privet Drive,

and out from under the thumb of the headmaster.. Harry immediately disappeared out

the door of the Leaky Cauldron and lost his minders.

The penthouse apartment, which was for use of the Blacks had all the

amenities needed for a young bachelor, hot tub, big shower, big bed, big kitchen,

the important stuff.. It also had one of the rarest of rooms, designed and created

by Sirius' great granduncle,, who was the Black family head at the time.

This uncle was quite adept at copying charms and figuring out how things worked,

and he had found and used the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, so he

copied it for his own personal use. It was mildly disgusting that his use was to

satisfy his own pedophilic needs, but it worked just the same.

Harry had written a script and created a scene, involving Lucius and his pet dark

lord, and 'filmed' it, sending the memory to Tom.. and Tom did

the rest...all it took was seeing the scene where Lucius rewarded his pet.. "now

there's a good dark lord.. good boy" while Lucius bent him over a table..

Draco stumbled into Malfoy Manor and called for an elf. "C crucio potion

.." the elf popped away and back, giving Draco the potion. He threw it back

like a shot, but he still was able to taste it.. gaah! why did it have to taste

like piss?.. he stumbled on and went to the office where his father kept records..

and threw himself in the chair behind the big desk. The train ride home from

Hogwarts had been the usual, torment the mudblood and scarface. the usual..

what he didn't know was that the confrontation was staged and he didn't know

it..while Harry was making the big gestures and keeping all eyes on himself,

Hermione stealthily cast a charm on Draco's face. The charm stuck and no one

detected it, for it manifested itself as a single zit. dead center of his forehead.

no amount of potion or wand waving would make it go away, so Draco finally just

cast a glamour and forgot about it. If he had gone to a healer to have it looked

at,

the thing would have immediately been found out, but he just used a spell he had

learned from one of his house mates. Unfortunately for him , it was actually

a portal of sorts, just like a pinhole camera, a 180 degree view from the center of

his forehead. the other end of the portal was a viewscreen, based on the

communications mirrors that Harry had, except it had recording ability, like a

videocamera. Harry left the thing running all the time, and he could see everything

that Malfoy saw..everything. a couple times he recorded scenes for later

blackmail, such as when Draco stood in front of a mirror and practiced his sneer,

and

his poses. eewww!.. the screen also caught him practicing unforgivables on

muggles, and receiving the dark mark, and the initiation.. in any court in the UK

that video enough would put him in jail for a long time..

The new Lord Malfoy pressed his ring into the keyhole of a filing cabinet,

and the drawer unlocked. He pulled out the last two books, as they were

in chronological order. he started at the last page and worked his way backwards to

the front, looking at each entry, each bribe, each coercion and extortion,

secrets upon secrets. A good many notations were listed for Minister Fudge,

payments, 'donations', what was promised for each donation. Draco began to get the

germ of an idea.

Harry and Hermione watched as Draco scribbled notes, making their own notes.