Sorry about the wait guys, major writers block. Enjoy

~Chapter Seven~

It had been two weeks since Harry had saved Draco, two weeks since Harry's last trip into Voldie's mind and Harry was feeling uneasy. It wasn't normal, usually Harry travelled into Voldie's mind at least once a day and at the most annoying times to, but never had there been such a gap between visits, sure there has been a couple of days respite here and there but never this long.

Harry wasn't sure what to think of it because the man may have simply found a way to keep Harry out of his head, because really they are hardly allies here despite Harry's refusal to fight for anyone but himself so it is certainly understandable that the man would find a way to block Harry from his mind but still Voldemort could be scheming as well and usually when the man schemed it was never good for Harry.

Harry sighed in frustration before laughing in irritated amusement. How many times had Harry wished the connection didn't exist? And yet here he was agonizing over it because he hadn't felt anything from the other end of the connection for more than a couple of days, how ridiculous.

Still, as ridiculous as it sounded, Harry was still worried. Had something happened? No that was highly unlikely, the connection would have been completely open if that were the case. Voldemort had shut him out but why now? He had never bothered before.

Harry gave another frustrated sigh and stood from the window seat where he had been gazing out the window at the orchard that seemed to spread forever. His home was once a winery and in fact all the machinery was still in perfect order when he bought the place. Wanting something to do at the time when he had just escaped from the Order of Fried Turkeys and needed to lay low Harry had learnt how to make wine and had replanted the vineyard.

He had many barrels full of wine in the cellar but it would still be a great many years before it was ever bottled. Wine needs to age before drinking and Harry planned on living for many, many more years and enjoy the wine he has made himself.

No one would know it but Harry was quite the treasure trove of knowledge when it came to wine. A taste, he has the sneaking suspicion, was influenced by Voldemort.

For the most part, aside from all the torturing, Harry was pulled into the man's mind while it was very late and he was in his study, reclining in a comfortable armchair by the fire, Nagini draped across his shoulders and a glass of rich red wine in one long fingered hand as the other stroked the serpents head that lay in his lap.

Harry believed he was drawn in because they were both in a relaxed state, Harry usually in sleep and Voldemort getting some much needed quiet time. Seriously that man needs a different way to release his frustration and anger otherwise he is going to have no more followers but this strategy wasn't such a bad idea; the man seemed to meditate, blanking his thoughts.

At least that is what Harry assumes, he never feels anything but a detached contentment. It could also be a means to stop Harry from getting anything valuable from his mind if he let it wander, for the man always knew he was there in such incidences…come to think of it the man almost always knows he is there, as long as he isn't distracted by torturing some condemned soul, though he probably knows then too, he was likely just surprised Harry spoke up those last couple of times.

Shaking his head Harry turned away from the window and his current train of thoughts. Moving out of the library – yes library he does actually like to read – Harry headed down the hall and down the stairs to the first floor where he gathered a pouch full of galleons, his invisibility cloak and securing his wand more tightly in his wand holster.

Leaving through the front door Harry locked the large house the muggle way and via a little Parselmagic on each door and window that will only open with Parselmagic, so the only person who ever had a hope of getting into his house was the Dark Lord currently terrorising Britain, or at least Dumbledore's Order.

That thought made Harry pause as he went to apparate. Thinking back to the papers he had read over the course of these four years he could not remember one reporting an attack on muggles or on any Wizarding town. All of Voldemort's considerable number of followers seemed to be focused on destroying the Order of the Phoenix, infiltrating the ministry or persuading others over to Voldemort's side, like there was a rumour of Death Eaters trying to gain audience with the King of Britain's vampires.

Hmm something to think about. Aside from the unfortunate followers or Order member Harry saw tortured he never saw any mindless killing. Did that mean Voldemort actually had a plan for the Wizarding World?

Damn it now Harry was curious and the man just had to go and lock him out. Irritated with the Dark Lord now Harry apparated into one of the less used alleys near Diagon Alley. He wanted to visit the twins, they always made him feel better no matter the mood he was in. Then he would go and see Hermione to discuss the most recent development with his and Voldemort's connection and also run his most recent thoughts by her.

You see Hermione was currently working in the Ministry in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and trying vainly to get equal rights granted to magical creatures like vampires, werewolves, veela, fae and the list goes on but the bastards ignore her. The only reason she even stayed was because she didn't have anywhere to go, she could not afford to do as Harry himself had done, she was ignored where she was so not only was she safe but she could also get information for Harry.

But if there was a different option, another side that had a solid plan for the future of the Wizarding World then perhaps she could be put to more use, providing said side wasn't going to ignore the magical creatures like the Ministry does and Voldemort had already shown he was not against working with magical creatures if what happened in the first war was any indication and with the rumours of an alliance with the vampires, Voldemort – Tom Riddle just may be the solution they are after.

Of course that is if the man isn't intent on killing muggleborns and Harry is pretty sure he was still after his head so…maybe not the best idea but there was still hope if their last interaction was anything to go by, the man seemed curious since Harry had threatened to kill him should Draco be harmed so perhaps he really could persuade the man to not kill him.

Harry was lost in thought as he walked into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley not even remotely prepared for the sight that would greet him just outside of Fred and George's joke shop, though in reality he really shouldn't be surprised by the group of Order members surrounding the twins shop, most likely wanting to interrogate them for information on Harry.

No that didn't surprise Harry as much as who stood between the shocked twins and the furious Order members that included Molly and Arthur – Harry couldn't help the disdainful sneer that twisted his lips, disgusted that they would do such a thing to their own children – standing there with that damnable sneer Harry had cursed so much when he was eleven, was Draco Malfoy wand at the ready in a defensive stance in front of the twins who appeared to have been ambushed and divested of their wands.

Harry hung back in the shadows and watched, he wasn't really concerned about the twins' apparent lack of wands; they had long ago managed to create perfect fakes of their wands that worked exactly like their real ones for all appearances. They would actually be doing wandless magic, it was how they practised; though they could still only do low to medium level spells wandlessly but it was enough to fool the Order evidently.

Draco looked livid in fact Harry would go as far as to say he truly looked like his father in that moment, tall, aristocratic, proud and dangerous. Draco was no longer a boy but a man and Harry was proud of him just as his parents would be if they were there to see this.

That aside it was still a shock seeing the blonde planted between the Order that had ambushed him two weeks ago and two of Harry's most precious people. Sure Draco wanted to be his friend but Harry never thought Draco would associate with the twins without a little nudge but unless he was hallucinating than that wasn't necessary.

"…disgraceful….own blood….traitors…." Harry could only catch snippets of what Draco was saying but apparently he was giving the elder Weasly's quite the tongue lashing. The Order's response was to start shooting curses.

Harry tensed at the bright flashes but Draco backed up his boasts from two weeks ago. He had cast a powerful shield charm around the twins – who looked to be in shock – and was firing right back but even he would not last too long against so many opponents.

Harry was about to reveal himself and aid his friends when another figure joined the fray. Harry felt his breath catch. The man was tall, elegant with broad shoulders, brown hair framing an aristocratic face and if he looked carefully a pair of icy blue eyes.

The man casually walked into the battle, lazily raising his wand and shooting off a curse that hit Arthur Weasly in the chest and sent him flying back several feet. That move gained everyone's attention and Harry noticed when Draco's eyes widened as his eyes landed on the figure.

The pause was only brief before spells were flying again, the alley almost deserted now. Harry was unsure if he should join in the fray. Three more from the Order were downed by the new arrival and the other two would be gone momentarily. So deciding they were safe Harry made to slink further into the shadows and wait.

That plan was shot however when Harry noticed someone else lurking in the shadows by the twin's shop, wand raised and pointed directly at the back of the gorgeous man fighting alongside Draco. Harry hissed when the figure moved forward a few steps revealing a very familiar limp. Moody.

Without thinking Harry tore out of his hiding place and situated himself between Moody and his target just as the man released his curse. Blinding pain shot through him and he cried out even as he fell, blood soaking the front of his dark blue robe.

Harry fully expected to meet the pavement before he blacked out but he never did. Instead of the unforgiving concrete Harry felt an arm catch him and pull him against a hard chest and a deadly voice hiss the killing curse. For a moment Harry was suspended between unconsciousness and the shock that kept him aware.

That voice…it couldn't possibly be….Harry fell into darkness before he could complete his thought, leaving him defenceless in the arms of someone he was sure he didn't want to be in.

So…I'm sure you can all guess who has Harry now but now that he has him what will he do with him?