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Disclaimer: If I owner Harry Potter there would have been a scene where Dumbledore offered Voldemort a lemon drop.

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Since the day where he first had found himself out of the cell, Harry had not had a single moment on his own. Always had there been someone to breathe down his neck and watch his every move. And now where Voldemort no longer inflicted pain on him the man seemed to spend his every free moment with him.

Although Harry wanted to continue seeing Tom and Voldemort as two different persons it was hard, especially now where he acted so much like the Tom he had known and loved. Voldemort seemed to have an endless patience with him. No matter what he did or said it did not seem to get to the man and when he finally seemed to get under his skin, Voldemort would leave him in someone else's care and disappear for a few hours. When he returned he had once again build up the walls of calmness he seemed to wear around his person.

But this time Harry had awoken from a nap to find himself alone in the bedroom. He had fallen asleep when Voldemort had applied the cream on his wounds. He hated the treatment because it made him relax no matter who did it. But with Voldemort he often relaxed too much and he would often wake up from a nap, finding Voldemort nearby, either reading something or simply watching him. It did not help him that the time spent with Voldemort made him remember the time he had been with Tom.

Harry lay in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The pain from his wounds were duller now thank to the cream and he had no plans about staying in bed anymore. He felt restless and he knew that he would probably go crazy if he did not find something to do.

Biting his tongue Harry pushed himself into a sitting position. Gingerly he slid his legs out from under the covers and placed his feet on the floor. After a moment he pushed himself up into a standing position before heading over to the bedroom door.

He was still dressed in pyjamas pants, this time in a deep green nuance. Voldemort seemed to want to dress him in Slytherin colours. Though Harry had nothing against the colour it was the fact that he was not able to make a decision on his own. He liked green, but it could become too much. And he longed after more clothes. Every time he was near Voldemort he felt underdressed and vulnerable. Harry knew that clothes would not make a difference but it would make him feel better than he did now. But to get clothes he would have to ask Voldemort, and that was something which Harry was not willing to do.

Even with the cuffs Harry was able to feel the wards place on the door hum with magic. Either Voldemort was really paranoid or he wanted to make sure that he did not get away. It did not stop Harry from trying to open the door although he was not surprised when it did not bulge. With a sigh Harry let go of the door handle and turned his back to the door. He already knew that the windows could be opened, just not enough for him to get through them. It was a shame that the cuffs stopped him from changing into Beleza, as a cat he would have been able to come through. And charms were placed on the glass so he could not break them and jump.

The room was bare for magical objects, both dark and light ones. It seemed like Voldemort did not want him to have something he could use against him. Or perhaps the dark lord feared that the magic in these objects would interact with the potion his was being feed. He would have to ask Snape next time he saw him.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Harry grimaced at the greasy feeling. Until now he had been unable to take a real bath and Scourgify did not give him the same feeling of being clean. Since he knew he could not get away for now he would change it, who knew when he would get another chance like this? Harry did not fancy the idea of someone watching while he was naked. It was only Tom who had managed to make him comfortable enough to be naked around him. Even in Quidditch Harry had always been the first to get ready and the last to leave after a game. That way no one got to see much of his body.

No matter how many time he stepped into the bathroom Harry continued being amazed by its cheer size. It reminded him much of the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor. A large swimming pool like tub with bath taps surrounding it, taking up most of the space. Harry turned the taps on, one after another and watched as different coloured water, bubbles and foam came out. Despite the tub's size it was filled rather quickly and Harry turned the taps off so the tub would not overflow.

Harry stood at the edge of the tub and dipped his toes in the warm water. It had the perfect temperature and he let out a relaxed sigh. He had been wearing neither shoes nor socks since he first had awoken. He guessed it was just another way to make sure he could not get away. Unless he transformed to Beleza he would not get far with bare feet.

Harry let his night clothes fell to the floor without much care. He knew that the houseelves would replace it with a clean set when he was getting dressed again. That was what had happened He missed wearing robes or even muggle clothes. But at least he had something to wear which was better than nothing. He would not risk being naked around Voldemort. He had a feeling that the dark lord would not be late to use the chance to his advantage.

Harry shook his head to clear it from his thoughts. He would not think about Voldemort or anything like that.

After having undressed Harry started working on the bandages. Snape's cream had worked wonders on his wounds, which were healing nicely. He still had to be careful with his movements, but he could probably take a bath without any consequences. Harry stopped in front of one of the big mirrors in the bathroom and looked at himself. Many of the wounds had already turned into faint scars which were slowly disappearing.

Looking away from the mirror Harry stepped down in the warm water. The foam filled the air and made it hard to see anything. Harry stopped at the tub's edge, not knowing how deep the tub was. The only time he had swum was in his fourth year and then he had used Gillyweed to help him. Harry had no plans about finding out whether or not he was a natural at swimming.

Harry leaned back until his head was resting on the edge of the tub and his body was floating weightless in the water. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. It was nice to finally be alone and he planned on enjoying every bit of it.

"Evan." Harry yelped in surprised and moved away from the tongue which flickered at his ear, only to find that he could no longer touch the bottom of the tub any longer. His feet and arms moved desperately in an attempt to find some fast ground. His head got under the water and Harry kicked and moved his arms around himself in an attempt to get up.

Just as he was about to follow his body's demand about opening his mouth and try to breathe, something strong and big wrapped itself around his chest. It yanked him up from the water and Harry hugged the scaly limb closely while keeping his eyes closed. The limp holding him moved but Harry kept hold on it, even as he was placed on the dry and safe ground. His body was shaking from the shock. He wondered who had surprised him. As far as he knew only he and Voldemort spoke Parseltongue but the voice had not belonged to a male.

Slowly Harry dared to open his eyes a little, only to find himself staring into poison yellow eyes with slit pupils. "Nagini?" As an answer the big snake hit him with the end of her tail. "Stupid Evan, must you always get yourself into troubles?"

Harry gaped at the snake and twisted to get free but the snake did not bulge. "What are you talking about? It was you who startled me. If you had not surprised my nothing would have happened."The snake huffed but lightened her grip so Harry no longer felt like he was being crushed.

"What fun would that have been? But I did not known that you would sound so much like a girl, Evan."

"My name is Harry Potter. Evan was just a person whom I came up with so I would not get myself into troubles by using my real name."

"Have you really been gone for so long that you have forgotten about the fact that I am always right? So if I say that you are Evan then you are Evan."

Harry groaned and had he been able to he would have smacked himself. He had actually managed to forget how stubborn Nagini could be. At least he knew that it was not only around him that she was like that. He smirked at the thought of Voldemort being bossed around by the big snake.

"You are like a hatchling. So eager on wanting to prove yourself. Wait until your poison has developed before you try and fight." Annoyed Harry rolled his eyes. "You do know that I took care of Tom and had to deal with you. I think I am more than capable to take care of myself."

"But that was then and now is now." Was the only thing Nagini said.

Harry huffed and moved away from the snake, she had finally slacked her grip enough for him to get up and Harry was not late to use the chance to create some distance between them.

"Nagini, what happened to Tom while I was gone?" The question had bothered him for a while. Not even Hubert had been able to tell him much but Harry guessed Nagini would be the best way to find out. He wrapped a fluffy towel around his body, feeling slightly better now where he was not naked in front of the snake.

Nagini lay down at the edge of the tub, enjoying the heat from the water. After a moment of hesitating Harry sat down next to her and dipped his feet in the water. In the time he had known Nagini the snake had never really tried to harm him. But he had watched her attack Mr. Weasley and was aware of how much damage her poison could do in a short time.

"After you died, Tom was forced to move back to the orphanage and I ended up with the Malfoys, since I was not allowed to go there or stay at the school. Your supposed death changed him, and thereby also his plans. He talked about those muggles who had hurt you and therefore did not deserve to live. He also wanted revenge on Dumbledore since he knew that he was somehow behind your supposed death. He was angry, really angry, and he threw himself into the dark arts in an attempt to forget your death. The next summer he killed his father, grandfather and grandmother with the killing curse. Then he altered his uncle's memories, causing him to believe that he was the killer."

Harry watched Nagini in silence as the snake spoke. She seemed lost in thought and he could not help but envy her because she had been a part of Tom's life where he had been unable to. Although Tom had done a lot of unpleasant things Harry could not help but feel for his lover. He knew how it felt when losing someone who was loved, and how it could rip one into pieces.

"After graduating Tom tried to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, but he was rejected. Tom then worked for Caractacus Burke in Borgin and Burkes, where he found many of the things he later used to make his Hocruxes. He gathered people for his case, convinced them that he alone held the answer to how to save them all from the muggles. After that we travelled around the world, looking at the wonders of the world and Tom learned whatever he could. Then he started splitting his soul and Tom disappeared and Voldemort took over the body. Shortly after that we returned to Britain and Voldemort started the first war."

Harry ran a hand through his hair with a tired sigh. "So it is basically my fault. Remus told me that what happened was meant to happen. Because if I somehow managed to change something in the past, then I would change the future and therefore I would never have been able to change anything and it would never have happened. As Remus said, a paradox would have been created."

Nagini lifted her head and stared at him for a long time. "You humans think too much about things. If you were a snake you would be able to see it in a much simpler perspective."

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Albus sat back in his chair with a tired sigh, truly feeling his age for a long time. On the desk in front of him were stacks of letters. Pureblood families informing him that they were taking their children out of school and the ministry demanded to know why the children of the pureblood families were being removed from school.

"It is all these Malfoys fault. If they had not taken their son out, I would not have all those troubles right now." Albus growled to no one. "Lucius Malfoy is in the school government and is turning everyone against me. These Malfoys are nothing but troubles. If not because of the Weasleys I could have had them as my supporters instead of Voldemort. Who would have thought that telling the Weasleys to break the marriage contract would have such consequences? Had I known that this war would start I would have made sure that they supported me, or at least stayed somewhat neutral as they did when Gellert was still alive."

Another problem was the Weasley boy who was currently being punished in the same style as Umbridge had done to the students last year. It was his fault that Potter was gone. The only way that someone would have found the cell was if they had followed someone there. If the Weasley boy just had followed his orders none of this would have happened, he was sure of that.

His plan had been brilliant. Knowing Potter the boy would soon have broken by being tortured by his former friend. Once he had deemed it enough he would have handed Potter over to Voldemort, who, blinded by hate, would have killed the boy. It would have been fitting that a lover killer was murdered by his own lover.

As the muggles tended to say, Fate is a bitch.

But alas nothing seemed to go as he wanted it to go. Potter was gone, Voldemort was laying low for the time being, probably planning his next move and he was short of one potion master.

He had checked up on Snape yesterday but the potion master's houseelf had informed him that her master potion master Snape was gone for an unknown time. Chances were that Voldemort had forced Snape to move to a secret location to brew potions for him undisturbed. He would have to find a way to get in contact with the potion master. Snape would probably have a rapport ready for him when he found the man.

Albus was distracted by Fawkes' soft trills. Ever since the end of last school year he had had the feeling that the phoenix was sending him disapproving glances though he could not figure out why. All he did was for the Greater Good. True, some lives were lost in the fire, but it was none too important for the case and therefore he did not really worry about it.

"I will have to find Potter somehow. Perhaps I should get the Order to look after Evan James. Voldemort will hear about it and probably use his time and resources on finding the boy which will give me more time to get Longbottom prepared. Merlin knows that the boy is going to need every single bit of help he can get. The prophecy might have been about Potter but Longbottom will motivate the Order to continue fighting. And if I am lucky the dark lord will find the boy before me. I wonder what his reaction will be once he finds out that Potter and James is the same person. Will he kill him right away, or torture him a little first? I am sure that Snape will include it in his rapport to me."

Albus winced when he thought of the Longbottom boy. The boy was average at best, and the only thing he got an O in was Herbology. Potter had been a much better candidate as the Chosen One had he not turned dark. Now he had to train a whole new puppet which would follow his every command. It helped that Weasley and the other Gryffindors now saw Longbottom as the savoir of the Wizarding world and also did their best to make him look and act like one.

But the Granger girl could prove to be a problem. Ever since Potter's capture she had changed. She had not participated a single time in the torture of the boy and she had not visited Potter since she first had seen him together with Weasley. She had isolated herself from the rest of the Gryffindors and now she seemed to fully concentrate on her school work. To put it simply, she was much like she had been before she had befriend Potter and Weasley after they had saved her from the troll in their first year.

But Granger was not an important piece in the war. True, she was the brightest witch in her year but he would leave her alone. As long as she did not join the dark side she would be left on her own.

Albus opened a drawer in his desk to get a quill and shrieked when a jolt went through his whole arm. "Damn you Potter, just you wait until we meet again then you are going to regret it." Albus looked down at his hand which was already swollen and red. Albus grimaced. He would get Pomfrey to take a look at his hand after the Order meeting, although he already knew that there was not much she could do about it. It was harder to get rid of Potter's so called pranks, and Albus was sure that he had not even found half of those which were hidden around in the office. It seemed like Potter had inherited that trait from his father.

With a scowl Albus pushed himself away from the desk. He would have to read the rest of the letters when he came back from the meeting. He grimaced and swore when he took a step and his shoe whistled. From the big shoes and the colourful clothes he was wearing he guessed he was dressed like one of those clowns the muggles seemed so fond of.

Already knowing that there was nothing he could do about it Albus headed over to his fireplace. He knew that he would have to suffer through the meeting with badly hidden snickers and jokes. Ever since they had been thrown out of Grimmauld Place they had been forced to relocate the headquarter. For the time being they held the meetings at the Burrow, although they were searching for another place to stay. While Molly Wesley played the perfect host Albus preferred a more secure place. It just did not give the same feeling of being a hero when he was sitting in the Weasleys' living room and telling them his plans.

Ignoring Fawkes' amused sounds Albus walked over to his fireplace to take the floo to the Burrow. He knew the members of the Order of the Phoenix would be waiting for their grant leader to arrive. He would alert them of a new possible ally. That should be enough to get them to look after Evan James. And if the brat tried to tell them that he was Harry Potter Albus knew that no one would believe the boy. After all, he himself had said that he had killed the Potter boy and what reason did they have not to believe him?

There were benefits of being the proclaimed defeater of Gellert Grindelwald. Though he had loved the man with his whole heart Albus had been aware of the way the world viewed his past lover. They did simply not understand what a great mind Gellert had been and because of Potter they would never get the chance to understand it.

But one day, when both Potter and Voldemort were out of the way he would make them understand. And those who tried to go against him would disappear. They were lambs and he was the shepherd. They would follow his every command and there would be no one there to stop him from doing it.

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The bath had left him feeling refreshed and cleaner than he had done for a long time. As he had predicted, the houseelves had once again left him pyjamas, green but that was no surprise. Harry rested his forehead against the window's cool glass and sighed. From his seat at the window he had a great view over the magnificent garden. Unlike Snape's garden this one was not only filed with useful herbs, but Harry was also sure that there was not a single muggle comity nearby.

No matter how hard Harry tried he could not imagine Voldemort living among muggles. But it would be the perfect way to hide from the dark lord's enemies since they would not expect to look for him among those people which he killed.

A big forest started where the garden ended and reached as far as he could see. Since he was unable to leave the room Harry had no idea about how big the forest actually was. A feeling in his gut told him that it surrounded the whole place.

His long hair hung down his back, still wet from his bath. Unable to dry his hair with magic he had wrapped a towel around it, but the towel now lay at the floor where he had left it when he had decided that the sun spot at the window would help him with drying his hair faster.

Nagini lay at the bed, seemingly fast asleep. The snake did not seem worried about him getting away and Harry had a feeling that she was right. Without magic there was not much he could do about his situation, especially not when he had no idea about where he was and he was dealing with Slytherins and fully trained wizards and witches. Because of the potion Snape was feeding him none of them used magic on him but Harry did not trust any of them enough to believe that that it would continue if he tried to do something.

Sighing he shifted so his side now was pressed against the window. He missed the times where his life was simple and where he only had to worry about one maniac being after his life. Now he was believed dead, and most of those who knew he was alive hated him and wanted him dead.

Right now he could be with Hermione and Ron outside by the lake, enjoying the good weather. Hermione would have her nose in a thick book while Ron and he would be discussing moves in Quidditch and how the next Quidditch match would go. Hermione would look up from her book and would berate them for not doing their homework. Then Ron would say something stupid which would make her mad at the red haired boy. When Hermione would return to her book Ron would then turn to him and ask if it was that time of the month. That would usually end with Ron having a sore head and Hermione would give him the silent treatment for some time.

Harry felt something wet hit his hand and his sight was blurry. He lifted his hand and realise, after looking outside and seeing the still blue sky that he was crying. Not wanting to alert Nagini of it Harry buried his head in his knees and wrapped his arms around his legs.

Sobs wracked through his body and Harry bit his lower lip. He missed his friends, Hogwarts, which had been his home until he had bought the cottage. He wanted to play Quidditch, hell, he would be happy to sit through a potion lesson where Snape would belittle him and the Slytherins would ruin his potion by throwing things in it.

But it would also mean that he never would have gotten to know Mortimus, Hubert, Ares and Luna's great aunt. Even worse he would never have gotten to know Nagini and Tom the way he did.

But it did not lessen the feeling of his former friends' betrayal. He had known about it since the day where he had seen the Weasleys and Hermione in Diagonal Alley. It had only become more real after reading books about what they had said about him, hearing it from Remus and then when he had met them.

The whole time he had been able to push it away and concentrate on something else. Escaping both Voldemort and Dumbledore and generally just trying to stay alive had been good enough to take his thoughts off of things. But here there was not much to distract him and Harry felt the betrayal eat him up from the inside.

He wanted to meet his two former friends, if only to say them a few true words. He was not sure what else he would do. Harry wanted revenge but getting Dumbledore out of the way was far more important for him. But should he get the chance he would not hold himself back from letting Hermione and Ron know just what he thought of the two of them. One would think that after all what they had been through they would have been smart enough to think a little for themselves.

Harry let out a frustrated growl. He wanted to hit something and before he could think it through Harry followed with the thought. He clenched his fist and hit the wall in front of him repeatedly.

Tears ran down his cheeks but Harry ignored them. He let himself become absorbed in the pain and ignored everything else around him. It felt good to feel the physical pain it drowned out the pain from his heart.

A scaly body wrapped itself around his body. Effectively stopping him from harming himself further than he had already done. "Evan, you stupid boy, what do you think you are doing?" Harry slowly looked away from his now bleeding hands and meet Nagini's gaze. The snake held him in a secure grip to make sure that he could not harm himself further.

"Evan, are you with me?" The snake sounded truly worried about him and Harry managed to force a small smile on his lips. Not really feeling like talking Harry buried his face in Nagini's body and continued crying. Nagini stayed where she was, hugging him closely. "I have not seen you act like this since you awoke from one of your nightmares so many years ago."

Harry sniffed. "I am all alone. They all hate me. I trusted them. I was willing to give up my life for them and they still think I am evil." Nagini's body tightened around him, stopping him fully from moving. "Silly boy, I am here for you and so are the blondes, Snape and Tom. You are not alone; you have a family in us."

Harry shook his head, not saying anything. He leaned into the hug and enjoyed the feeling of having Nagini this close to him. They had been like this in the past when he had awoken from a nightmare or when they were just cuddling. Of course Nagini had been much smaller at that time and had not been able to stop him from moving if he had wanted to do so.

"Potter why are you crying?" Harry's head snapped up and he glared at the blonde standing in the doorway. "I am not crying." He snapped and Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then why are tears running down your cheeks? Or is it just something which I am imagining?" Harry tried to move so he was no longer facing the blonde, but Nagini tightened her grip slightly, stopping him from doing so.

"Show him your hands." Harry glared at the snake and then looked back at the blonde who had stepped towards them and then had stopped when Nagini had started hissing. "I do not think so, I do not need his help."

"Stupid boy, when do you realise that you are not alone? You need to get the wounds looked at, or they will become infected. I doubt that Tom will be happy if you refuse help when you need it. Besides, you do not want the Malfoy hatchling to get into troubles, do you?"

"Potter, what have you done to yourself?"

While Harry and Nagini had been talking, Draco had moved closer, eyeing the big snake nervously the whole time. Now the Malfoy heir stood towering over him and was looking pointy at his still bleeding hands. Harry gulped and tried to move away, but Nagini did not bulge.

"It is nothing." Harry mumbled while he continued glaring at Draco, silently daring the blonde to do anything. He was not in a mood to deal with Mortimus' great grandson right now.

Draco snorted and sat down next to him, catching quick glances at the big snake. When Nagini did nothing, he snatched one of Harry's hands and held it so he could examine it closely. "To you Potter, nothing, as you call it, is the same as a deadly wound for us normal people. I have seen you some of the times you have ended in the hospital wing and it was not a pretty sight. Now sit still."

The blonde said and yanked on his hand, causing Harry to stop his struggles. "I fail to see why you even bother with this. Why do you even care? It is not like we are friends or something." Harry was shocked when Draco's face was filled with regret for a short moment before it closed off and he was wearing his cold Slytherin mask Harry knew so well from his school time.

"As you might remember I offered you my friendship back at the train in our first year but you rejected my hand." Draco looked at him shortly before he turned his gaze back to Harry's wounded knuckles. "You are lucky, it does not seem like anything is broken."

"You were an arrogant prat back then and you were rude against the first friend I had made." Harry gritted the words out through clenched teeth.

"I warned you Potter, that some wizards were better than others. And what do you mean that he was your first real friend? You are Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding world. I am sure that your muggle family loved to pamper you and you had plenty of friends although they were only muggles."

Harry snorted and snatched his hand away from Draco. "As if, my so called family hated me. They hated magic and thought that they could beat it out of me. If you want to know my bedroom from the moment I came to live with them was the cupboard under the stairs. My cousin kept all the other kids away from me and my uncle and aunt spread lies about me, so no one dared to come near me. When I started at Hogwarts they said that I went to St. Brutus for incurable criminal boys."

His voice was monotone as Harry spoke of his past. True, he had gotten his revenge on the Dursleys, but it did not mean that he had forgiven them. As he had said, he washed his hands clean. They were on their own from now on. He shortly wondered what had happened to Vernon. The man was probably still in the dog form since they would have to contact someone from the Wizarding world to get him turned back. It was something which Harry hoped would never happen. The world would be a much better place without Vernon Dursley being there.

Draco's face first went paler than it usually was before it slowly turned red. Harry watched with interest, silently wondering what would happen now. Not even Ron or Hermione had known all this about his home life. Sure, they had each known some of things but not the whole picture. And for that he was thankful for or all his secrets could be over the whole Wizarding world.

"How dare they? Here in the Wizarding world child abuse is punished hard and there is a good reason for that. The more fear and stress a child feels the more violent is the accidental magic they do. No one is stupid enough to try and lay a hand on a magically child, not if they want to be unharmed."

Harry looked in shock at the blonde, not daring to open his mouth. It was the first time he saw Draco like this. Usually the Slytherin boy was so calm and collected. Harry shrugged the best he could in the position he was in. "Well, there is nothing to do about it. It happened a long time ago and it is not like there is anything they can do to me any longer. Besides, I have already gotten the revenge I wanted." At Draco's puzzled look Harry grinned. "Let us just say, that my uncle is living a dog's life, literally and my aunt and cousin are feeling the pain I felt."

The blonde was silent for a long time and Harry was starting to wonder if he had somehow managed to break the boy. He doubted that Lucius would be happy when he found out that he had damaged his heir's brain. "I have said it before and I am not afraid of saying it again. You belong in Slytherin and you made a mistake by convincing the Sorting Hat into placing you with the lions. But I think that the dark lord will be interested in this piece of information."

Harry paled at the blonde's words; he had not thought that Voldemort would get to know about it. If that had been the case he would have kept his mouth shut. "Do that I and will make you regret it. I am sure that your great grandfather will be able to tell you about some of the pranks I pulled on Dumbledore. Even with magic you will not be able to go free."

"That thread might work on blondie, but nothing is stopping me from telling Tom about it, Evan."

The snake's words made Harry groan and he let his eyes fell close. He already knew that it would be of no use to argue with Nagini. She was just as strong headed as him and nothing would make her change her mind.

Harry stayed silent as Draco cleaned and bandaged his wounds. He grimaced when the blonde held something on the wounds to clean them. With potions the wounds would have been gone in a matter of seconds but thanks to the potion Snape was giving him it was not a possibility.

"Well, that should do it. I will have mother or Sev to look at them next time they come by since I am no healer but I do not think that you will get any problems with them." Harry sighed when Nagini finally let go of him and slit out of the door. It seemed like her watch now was over and he had no doubt that she was heading towards Voldemort to inform him about what she had leaned.

Harry was fully prepared to ignore Draco for the blonde's watch but it seemed like the Malfoy heir was having none of that.

"I heard the rumours about your home life when we were at Hogwarts, but like everybody else I did not really believe them. Why should I? You are the saviour of the Wizarding world, you were bound to be a spoiled brat, everybody knew that."

"Then everybody was mistaken." A sudden thought stuck Harry. "None of you purebloods are at school."

"Some are, those who it is not known that their parents are death eaters stayed at Hogwarts, after all the dark lord needs spies so he knows what Dumbledore is doing. But most of us have been brought home by our families."

"But what about your education? From what I have understood it is important for you people."

Draco rolled his eyes. "And what do you think we do when we are not watching you, twiddling thumbs? We are being home schooled. With all those people following the dark lord we are getting a better education than we would get at Hogwarts."

Harry smirked. "At least I do not have to worry about my education."

"What are you talking about, Potter? Of course you are going to need an education, just because you are with the dark lord it does not mean that you-"

"First of all, I am not together with Voldemort." Harry cut Draco off before the blonde boy could continue his rant. He had learned from Hermione that she was easier to stop early before she talked herself warm. "And I have already taken my N.E.W.T.'s. It is over fifty years ago and it was under another name but I still did it and there is no way in hell that I am going to do all that study again."

Draco looked at him for a long time before taking forth a parchment and a quill. Harry watched in silence before his curiosity got the better of him. "What are you doing?" The blonde looked up from the parchment. "Well, since you have already finished the N.E.W.T.'s you will help me with my assignment in Herbology and afterwards we will work on my Defence Against the Dark Arts and so we will move on to transfiguration."

Harry groaned and let his head hit the window's glass with a thump. He could have told that Draco would say something like that. The other boy was after all a Slytherin and they knew how to use everything and everyone to their own advantage.

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"Guess who." A soft male voice surrounded him at the same time as soft hands were placed on his eyes and stopped him from seeing the cauldron in front of him. "Lucius if you do not let go of me right now and here then you are going to lose something very dear to you." The hands quickly let go of him and the person behind him stepped away so their front no longer was pressed against his back.

"How did you know that it was me? I was so silent, and I know for sure that you did not hear me come in." Severus rolled his eyes and continued working on the potion in his cauldron. "First of all, you did not disguise your voice, what kind of person would I be if I could not recognise my own lover's voice. Currently we are only three people in the manor, seeing that it is Draco's turn to watch over Potter, and Narcissa knows better than to disturb me when I am working on a potion."

"Severus, you wound my heart. If I did not know better, I would say that you no longer love me."

Severus sighed; already knowing that he would not get any peace from his lover before Lucius was no longer bored. He put a stasis charm on the potion. After all the potion was for Potter so he could not afford botching it. And his pride as a potion master would not allow him to make any mistakes with a potion as simple as this one.

When he was sure that the potion could be left on its own he finally turned around to face one of his lovers. Lucius was clad in simple but elegant robes. The pale blue colour brought forth his pale skin, blonde hair and grey eyes. Everything he loved about the man. Severus had yet to find something imperfect about his lover. It should be the fact that he had an annoying habit of disturbing him when he was working on a potion. Especially when the blonde thought that he had spent enough time in the dark and needed some fresh air and sun, as the Malfoy put it.

"What do you want?" Severus asked before Lucius stepped close and pressed his lips against his. It was by no means a gentle kiss, but it was just the way that Severus wanted it.

When they broke off both where short on breath. Severus stepped away before Lucius was able to continue molesting him. There were things he was not willing to do in a potion lab, no matter if it was his own or another person's.

"Potter and Voldemort are not going to get together without a little help." Lucius blinked, obviously surprised but the sudden change of subject. The blonde raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose that you have a plan for this?"

"Of course, I am a Slytherin."

They shared another kiss while Lucius lead him out of the laboratory. "Are you going to share the details with me or is it a secret?" Severus smiled one of his rare smiles. "I am going to need your and Narcissa's help so I suppose that I will have to tell the two of you about my plan. But it will have to wait until we are together all three, I do not want to explain things more than once."

"You will not need a second time; after all we are not some of your students."

Severus blinked because of the sudden change of light when they stepped out of the laboratory. "No you are not. I would not share my bed with a student of mine."

Lucius' laughter filled the hallway as they walked down it on their way to find Narcissa so Severus could explain the two Malfoys his plan for how they should get Potter and Voldemort together.

Review, or I will let Dumbledore kill Voldemort and take Harry as his sex slave.

Next: What is the plan and will Snape and his lovers carry it out? There is only one way to find out.