Hello, again. Sorry again for the slow updates, but I think they may come faster. I got some great advice on what to add into the story and next chapter you will see the change. Some of you don't want any information on any other characters in the story while other do. I think I will write this how I would want to read it and therefore I will be giving more attention to what else is happening. Harry and Voldemort will still be center stage but I always like knowing the side stories as a reader and as a writer I want to offer other parts of the story to wonder about. I am sorry if you don't like this but you can always skip these parts since I try to break up different points of view with the dividing lines so you can skip through using those. This was a lot longer than I thought it would be so please read and enjoy and leave a message if you feel so inclined, I would love to read it.

Monday was here before he knew it. No more time outside, no more sun or the breeze. Just a stack of books, cup of water, paper, and a quill for notes. Everything else in his room remained the same. It was becoming quite boring here. He was looking forward to the weekend so that he could try to find someone else to talk to besides Voldemort. The only thing that changed week to week was the material. And surprisingly he was learning.

It was astonishing what one remembered even if they really didn't want to. In fact, Harry found himself remembering best what he did not want to know. He was best at recalling the darker curses and those books were two weeks ago! Monday had some material from last week, since the material from Thursday and Friday he did so poor on when tested, but only a book of hand written notes. The rest of the books were on transfigurations. So that is what Voldemort decided he should learn about this week. Most of the spells were interesting and would come in handy, but the idea of learning useful things from his enemy while held captive was just difficult to stomach.

With every new book Harry just assured himself what use it would be when he got out of this place, how he would know that much more from being here. That he would be able to help the order better because of his study under Voldemort. Though when thought of like that… studying under him… being tutored by… It all sounded so bad. Oh well, he only saw him once a week, it wasn't like he was really being taught by anyone but himself.

Voldemort found himself in a poor mood after dealing with Severus. Reliable people were so difficult to come by, and a potions master? None with Severus' talents really existed that were not owned by someone else. Even then he had apparently lost Snape when he killed Lily… Oh well you win some and loose some. If only it didn't have to end as it did.

It was a good thing he did not deal with Harry for almost a week; it would take nearly that much time to get over what he had to do. Harry had to be treated with the utmost care. With enough isolation Harry would turn to him as the only person he saw. He looked forward to that day when he would make conversation to extend his time there, when he would ask to see his friend, or anyone for that matter, or when he finally snapped and ask him to stay longer. When he looked for some sort of touch… Oh he would relish in that moment, but for now he had time, he would wait for Harry to come to him. He figured it would start this week or next, but then again he knew about his life with his muggles, so he would be used to some form of isolation. It shouldn't take too long though, he was giving Harry opportunity to have human contact, something he was sure his muggles didn't provide too much of. It would work, that or he would come up with a new plan, a new set of tactics to ensure his devotion and loyalty. Voldemort leaned back and toyed with other ways to have Harry on his side completely when a knock sounded on his door. "Enter"

The head door was pushed open on greased hinges and Lucius swept in before kneeling and lowering his head. Voldemort glanced over with mild amusement; it was always fun to see his death eaters like that. However, Lucius must have done something wrong if he was kneeling, he seldom did such things in private. "What have you done?" His voice was not harsh, only tired.

"My Lord" Lucius glanced up before averting his eyes. "It's the other Death Eaters… I was speaking in private with Bella about them…"

"And what did you feel the need to discuss? I think everything is fairly clear. They are to learn, they are to find trust in their teachers and they are to join us. I don't see how that requires any discussion"

"Yes my Lord, I understand and agree, but Bella wished to "

"She wished to withhold information from me?"

"Never my Lord, she merely wished for me to acquire knowledge about her through Draco"

Voldemort paused and thought about it. Now he understood why she spoke to Lucius but never the less, she should not have done so. "Proceed"

Lucius felt a bit of relief sweep through him after his Lord spoke that one simple word. It meant that while he may not care for what happened, he accepted it and understood it as a move that could only benefit his goals. Proceed meant that he may not be punished for presuming to speak about his plans with a fellow death eater. Proceed did not, however, save him from any punishment he may and probably would receive after he finished his story.

"We had left the room we were speaking in after removing the wards and before we parted ways I had said that if we brought in the blood traitors then they both would probably be more willingly to bend to our will"

"You spoke about them without the use of wards?" Lucius felt his heart pause for a moment and started to panic.

"Yes…. But I, I was discrete though my Lord, there should have been no way that anyone would have known who we were talking about. Bella even turned and inquired as to what I was talking about and I dismissed her telling her that it was unimportant"

"There are not many who know of my plans. They only know that the two are not to be touched if seen. On top of that, they are forbidden to enter the wings they occupy. So I wonder why you thought that a message about them of any kind would be tolerated."

"I spoke without thinking my Lord and.."

"Crucio"

Teeth clamped together and Lucius fought hard to remain standing. The pain wasn't even that bad and he was expecting it, but it was still the torture curse and it was cast by his master. It was going to hurt. It only lasted for ten seconds or so and when it stopped he found himself panting slightly.

"I cursed you without thinking. I'm sure you didn't enjoy that. Now get to the point you are testing me patience"

"Some others heard me and through my son I found that he was approached to join a raid where they would attack blood traitors. Draco informed me that they planned on raiding three families"

Voldemort said nothing and let his eyes close for a moment. What to do. Should he allow them to go through with their raids? Punish them afterwards. He was going to raid those families eventually, but so soon? He was planning on doing so when Harry was by his side… or when he was being particularly disagreeable. A fitting punishment to have a family he cared about being killed and then having him watch the memory… or perhaps even bring him along.

"And where are they now?"

"Preparing for the raid. They wished to complete it tonight"

"I did not ask what they were doing, but where they were"

"At my manor. I told Draco to tell them to prepare there so it would be easy to find them"

"I'm impressed Lucius, you managed to do something right" He stood and walked to the window. Why did his followers assume that they knew his plans? Oh well, his wasn't hurting for followers, and a demonstration of his power may be needed. Voldemort turned with a slight smirk "I think it is time to visit your manor"

They apparated at The Malfoy Manor and it Voldemort swept through to the den and found a group of about twenty new recruits gathered talking about what he assumed was their plan of attack. It took them a moment to realize someone entered and another moment to put together that it was their lord who entered. Then instantly fell to their knees and bowed their heads. "What a gathering we have here. Why not call the others to join us?" He looked at the heads of each person in the room and glanced at Lucius who walked over and presented his arm. Voldemort touched his wand down and waited for the rest of his death eaters to find their way here. "The main hall I think" Voldemort then left the room, expecting all others to follow.

And follow they did. The soft pops of apperations littered the air as Voldemort summoned a stage of sorts so that he was higher than his followers. He waited until everyone was there before he started. "It is always a treat when my followers take it upon themselves to act" He looked around and could already tell how his loyal followers felt about his beginning and Bellatrix looked highly offended. He let his hand run over his wand before continuing "Come forward, I know who you are, I want everyone to see you" He waited and the group walked to the space made by the other death eaters and Voldemort walked down towards them before circling the group slowly "They heard a joke between two of my faithful followers and thought they should organize a raid to further the cause" He looked at the others and nodded slowly "Yes they did this all on their own. And we all know how I reward such actions. But first, I want to know who formed this plan?" He looked at the group and two people stepped forward. "You two planned it all? You gathered the others and decided which families to attack?" They looked at each other and then nodded. "Well then, tell the group who you were going to attack, tell us all of your master plan"

"Well my lord, we planned on attacking the Weasleys, the Lovegoods, and Longbottom and his grandmother. We picked these because they are all friends with Harry Potter and we decided that killing his friends would weaken him the most"

"Oh what a plan. Simple, direct, and logical. And you came up with this all on your own?" He waited for them to nod and nodded with them "And you decided that since I had not done this you thought that what?" He paused to let his questions sink in "Did you think that I did not think of this possibility? That I do not possess the knowledge that you have about my enemies?" The two immediately saw the flaw in their plan and opened their mouths to try to talk out of their mistake and Voldemort slashed his wand through the air and they both fell silent. "You dare presume that you know what I wish? That I do not have a plan I wished followed? If I wanted those families dead rest assured, they would be" he hissed and started to walk away but as he reached the platform he turned with an evil grin adorning his face "But let me show you what I do to those who decide they know better than I"

Voldemort entered his chambers a few hours later. He was now sure that not only would those stupid children not make plans on their own and perform without his instruction; but also that no one else would make a similar mistake.

Now he just needed to get the two captives firmly on his side and then launch into his attacks on the wizarding world in earnest. Voldemort seated himself in a chair by a roaring fire. He heard Nagini moved over the floor and raise herself onto the back of the chair

"I heard the screams, but I was not called to eat. Why not?"

"I was teaching tonight, and I was unaware of your state, you ate yesterday"

"I can always eat" Voldemort looked at her and smiled; his hand running under her jaw

"I'm sure you can. I require something of you, I need you to watch Harry, let him see you if you wish, but I think that he will find himself talking to you. You must not talk back. You will then inform me of what he says"

"That boy? He is mean, he snapped at me last time, and you said I couldn't eat him… I don't like him"

"I need him, and he will learn respect for you, I will teach it to him when he is more open to learning"

She moved off the chair and towards the door "I want something to chase then… a rat or a rabbit perhaps? Rabbits are always fun" With that she left and Voldemort found himself smiling.

Harry had called studying quits and was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. He was sick of this place. He was sick of not seeing anyone. Voldemort hadn't let him see Hermione in weeks and it worrying was seeping into his body. What if something happened? Not that he should worry since there was really nothing to be done here. It was impossible to get out, he only had access to magic that he could use without his wand, and that was limited to the most basic of spells. Certainly nothing that could force open the door and lead him to her. He was starting to really doubt Snape's word that the Order was trying to save them. It had been over a month hadn't it? Since he told him that? Probably months since he had been taken.

"What's taking so long?"

The words left him before he could help it. Could he really be that important to them if they left him to his enemies? Or was he really not important at all and he only thought himself vital to the war because that was what he was told. Were they lying? No he couldn't think like that, because if he did then Voldemort won.

Harry turned on his side and pulled a blanket over his shoulder and tried to shut of his brain for a few hours and sleep. He was fast asleep before the door to his room opened slightly before closing. He only shifted as Nagini slithered onto the bed and laid over him, seeking his warmth.

When Harry woke tried to pretend that he wasn't actually at Voldemort's home, but that he was anywhere but his home. Even back in Surry would have been better. It isn't until you are in a worse situation though, that you realize how bad things really could get. Harry reached over to pull on his glasses and the first thing he saw was that there was an imprint on his bed. His first instinct was that it was Voldemort watching him and that he got too close. But the shape of it… it could be from him leaning on the bed on one leg… Harry wiped the sleep from his eyes and rubbed his face before looking again. Now he didn't really see anything. "I'm going crazy, it's finally happening"

What was today? Tuesday? Wednesday? Did it really matter? They were all the same, he studies, ate, and slept. Unable to see or speak to anyone. He was going crazy now too, seeing things that were not there. Harry slipped from his bed and went to try to clear his mind in the shower.

He entered and stripped of his clothes before stepping inside the glass enclosure and turning the water on. Cool water hit him first but it swiftly turned warm then hot. Steam built up and he let his head drop as the water ran down his back. How much more could he endure? How much longer of this mental torture. He was trying to stay strong but his mind was slowly filled with magic Voldemort seemed fit to teach him. For five days he was given books and sure he could choose not to read them but could he? Could he sit and do nothing for five days? In a room with no windows and one door could he sit and do nothing without going crazy?

"I can't do this alone"

The moment the words left his mouth he felt the sinking feeling that what he said was not just the whining of a teen whose life had been unfair. But that it was the truth. Now it was true he had survived torture for however long he was in the dungeon, and that he has survived a month out of said dungeon; but even if he managed to escape today, would he be able to deal with what happened? With what he learned? And what about Hermione? Could he forgive himself for what has happened to her? He wouldn't feel right asking for her help but could he really beat Voldemort alone? Could he face him in a final battle after Voldemort tortured him? Kissed him? Raped him? Was this what it felt like to final break? A sinking helplessness surrounded Harry and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to give up and beg for an end.

He wanted his parents. The child inside him longed for his mother's embrace and his father's pride. He wished that they were not stolen from him and that the man who did take them away was not the keeper of the keys to his gilded cage. How do you beat a man who is unbeatable? Who has been killed but remains alive? Was there actually a way to beat Voldemort or was it all false hope? Harry let his head sink into his chest as the water continue to drain down his body. He knew that these thoughts were dangerous, that he needed to stop thinking like this. It would do him no use if he was going to continue to fight Voldemort and keep his faith in the order. He couldn't lose hope now, he had come so far. Harry shook his head and let his hand turn off the water. He rolled his shoulder before leaving the stall and grabbing a towel. He brought the cloth to his face and ran it over his hair before rubbing it over most of his body, then wrapped it around his waist. Harry leaned over the sink and let his eyes gaze over his own face. He barely recognized himself anymore. His once brilliant green eyes seemed to have faded a bit. He looked dead; most of the extra fat was gone from his face. Maybe he should start eating more? Harry let his eyes drop and he pushed himself away from the mirror and walked away to get dressed.

The week passed by and Harry did not study as much as he normally did. He maybe made it through three books and most of the note paper was used on doodles or random thoughts. Even now he just sat on his bed and his books while also on his bed, lay unopened. Even now he used one as a surface for his written rambles and drawings. He was losing drive and desire. Losing hope for any plans the order may have to spring him and Hermione free. There was movement outside his room and room the door was pushed open and Voldemort strolled inside. He summoned a chair as usual and sat near his desk, waiting for Harry to move to his desk chair so that they could begin but Harry looked back down at his own paper and continue to let the quill scratch over the paper. No further noise was made for over five minutes until the movement of robes was heard over the Harry's quill. The paper then sailed off of the book and into Voldemort's hand. Harry did not offer any protest he just moved his eyes over to him and the put the quill in the ink well and moved the book off of his lap.

"So this is what you have been spending your week doing?" Voldemort scanned the paper and sighed. There was a thud and Voldemort pointed his wand at the door opening it and closing it once more, but not before Nagini moved into the room before making her way onto the bed and looked right at Harry. She said nothing and Harry let his eyes glance at her for a moment before looking around her to Voldemort.

"Yes, I didn't feel like studying" Harry kept his eyes on Voldemort as the man stood and walked to the bed before sitting on the side and let his hand stroke Nagini's head.

"You agreed to do as I say. You sold your life to me for your friend's well being. I only ask that you learn what is bound in the pages of the books I leave you"

"I don't even know if she is still alive. She could be dead. I haven't seen anyone but you in weeks"

"You have not earned the right t-"

"What have I done?" Harry snapped and his dull eyes flashed to life "I have done everything you have asked of me for weeks on end. I read your books, learned your potions and spells, have offered no complaint or protest and you keep me locked in this room with no windows. I have obeyed every order you have given and you still deny me the mirror to even see my friend. What more do you want from me?"

"Harry…"

"Don't Harry me, I'm not stupid. You are isolating me. Making me dependent on you. So that I will turn to you for everything. Well guess what? I already do. You have my life in your hands, and the life of everyone I care about. What more could you possibly want from me that you haven't already secured?"

"Your loyalty"

"What?"

"You ask and that it what I want"

"You are mad"

"Can't you see it Harry? I have your mind, I have filled your head with magic that you could not have ever dreamed of. I have taught you spells and potions and-"

"I taught myself, you haven't taught me anything"

"Do you really believe that? Can you honestly say that I have not helped you study? That without me you would have learned all that you have"

"No I wouldn't have; because I would have never learned any of this if it were my choice"

"You would never have reached your true potential. You are so strong, your power could be almost endless but you seem fine with wasting it. Do you not remember the last night we were together in my home? Do you remember how much power you had at your disposal? I can teach you to control that. No one would dare challenge you, and you would never be in a position where you have to wait months for others to rescue you"

Harry remained silent for moment. Looking away from Voldemort to stare at the door. Nagini slid closer to Harry and settled her head in his lap. He made no movements and continued to look away.

"Ah, so this is what this is about" Voldemort said softly "Do you feel forgotten? Neglected? First your family, then the order, and now you feel that I have forgotten you"

"I wish you would" Harry muttered

"No you don't, not really. You want to feel wanted. Your whole life this is what you have yearned for. And you feel that since I only come here on Friday's that I don't care about you. Just as your family doesn't, and just as your friends and the order doesn't"

"That's not true"

"No? Then why have they not made a move to rescue you? Aren't you the one who is meant to defeat me? Won't they need you to win their war? Why haven't they come for their savoir?"

"They are not going to go on a suicide mission-"

"They don't care to come get you or your friend. Do not excuse them. You are expendable to them, a pawn in their war and not worth the man power to rescue"

"That's not true!" Harry shouted as his eyes flashed dangerously at Voldemort. His magic started to crackle around him.

"Yes… Can you feel that? They would reject you if they knew. Your anger fuels your power now. It is not focused, not stable… but you can control it. I can show you the way"

"I don't want your help" He snarled and his magic continued to snap and pop.

"But you need it" Voldemort let his magic reach out and he saw Harry stiffen, but not from anger. "We complement each other so well… You feel it don't you?" His words were met with silence as Harry set his jaw and looked away again.

Nagini flicked her tongue out a few more times and moved in closer to Harry, moving her head near his hand, seeking his attention. He violently moved away when she touched him and, as if realizing how close they both work flinched back.

"Get away from me" Harry tried to move farther away but Nagini shot out and wrapped herself around him once and gave a firm but nonthreatening squeeze of her body.

"We are not finished, and Nagini does not look as if she wishes you to leave either. Now" He let his magic wrap around Harry and saw his shudder "Let me guide you. I will never forget you… never abandon you to your enemies. I will make you great"

The magical affinity between the two was almost visible. Harry fought hard to try to string together the words to tell Voldemort that no he did not want his guidance, he did not want the greatness he offered. He wanted his life back with his friends and without Voldemort's presence. This is what he wanted but none of this came out of his mouth. What came out was a garbled mess "No… I don't… stop, please… I just want… don't care… no guidance… please…. " The magic Voldemort was supplying was dampening his senses and made his body feel enflamed. He could feel the satisfaction that his magic felt when the two touched. It was nothing short of explosive but somewhere the back of his mind noticed Voldemort did not react nearly as violently as he did. He tried to reign in his magic, he try to clear his head and purge himself of the contact but it was not working. His magic would not be pulled back and he pulled against Nagini's coils but it was a weak effort and she did not even bother dignifying the action with a response.

"I'll stop leaving our time together until Friday. I'll stop ignoring you and start taking better care of you. I'll start ensuring you learn as you should, and I'll let you see Hermione if you wish. Once a week perhaps? Would you like that?"

Harry didn't want anything expect to have the two of them leave but failed to convey that as the magic the Voldemort pushed on him felt heavier and heavier. "Please…. I can't"

A white long hand reached out to skim over Harry's face and his reaction was immediate. Harry couldn't fight the shudder than coursed through him. Why was his body effected so? How could his enemy instill such powerful feelings? It was like he had lit a match inside of him and was the only one with a way to douse the flames. His eyes fluttered and his body twisted against Nagini again but he was not trying to escape her, but the heat in his body. "Can't? Yes you can. You have the potential for all I wish to teach you…" Voldemort let his hand cup the side of Harry's face and green eyes locked onto red ones and his breathing deepened. "What do you want Harry?"