"What the FUCK!" Ron Weasley shouted from the Gryffindor table as the doors to The Great Hall opened. In came Harry Lestrange, and on his arm, Ginny Weasley. The Great Hall was amassed with the buzzing news. Ron stood from his seat, Hermione grabbed his arm and brought him back down.

"Don't" she whispered.

"Why is she with him?" Ron hissed.

"I don't know… but there has to be a good reason…" Hermione tried to convince herself. Ginny flashed them a dazzling smile and she went to sit with the Slytherins. Harry sat next to a sulking Draco, Astoria was nowhere to be found. Across from them sat Pansy and Kasse Lee, a mixed boy with a large muscular stature.

"Harry! This is my BOYFRIEND Kasse" Pansy announced loudly. Harry shook his hand, "I've seen him around. You doing good mate?"

Before Kasse could answer Pansy attached her face to him.

"Alright then," Harry said under his breath. Ginny tried to get his attention but he turned to Draco, who looked about ready to cry.

"What's the matter Dre? Draco?" He asked him worriedly. Draco merely turned to him, he was all pale except his eyes, which were bright red. Harry knew something was wrong, "We'll be back, don't wait up." He said to the table, he grabbed Draco up and took him out of the hall and into the furthest bathroom so that they would not be walked in on.

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Lily Potter stood on the doorstep of Sirius Blacks home. He let her in quickly after she gave the secret knock.

"What're you doing here Lily? Where is James?"

"He's at home, asleep, I need to talk to you."

Sirius brought her into the kitchen and fixed them a cup of tea.

"Lily it's the middle of the night, and it's dangerous out there, there's Dark Marks going up in the sky, Moody is dead-"

"Are you suggesting my son might kill me?"

"Of course not, I don't think that spell killed Moody, it probably stunned him and the fall killed him, my fall would've killed me had I hit a tree first to break the fall."

Lily breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't believe it either."

Sirius shook his head, "He hasn't got that kind of hate in his heart."

"Sirius, that's why I came to speak with you, I don't think The Order is on our side anymore I think-"

"You think they don't want to help Harry, that they want to kill him instead?"

"How did you-"

"James told me… And I agree with you. I felt the change in spirit as soon as I came back. There's a dark secret harbored in The Order that they're keeping from us. I don't think they're on Harry's side anymore, I think they want to take him down before he becomes more powerful than Voldemort, just like the prophecy said he would."

"What do we do Sirius?"

"We find him first, we find him, talk to him, show him our proof, hopefully his head isn't as thick as his fathers."

"We need to work fast," Lily said quickly, " Something's come up and if anybody finds out … Things will get worse."

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked her. Lily merely looked away from him, she breathed deeply.

"There is no reason in the world I should trust you, besides the fact that you're the only other person who thinks the same way I do and… This could change everything…"

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Ron watched Harry and Draco leave hurriedly from The Great Hall. Without consulting Hermione, he got up and followed them. When he found them, they were going into the furthest bathroom from The Great Hall. Ron opened the door slightly so he could listen inside.

"Draco, what happened?" Harry was pleading, Ron could hear Draco sobbing lightly, it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Draco, talk to me!"

"It's all just gone to shit hasn't it?"

"What has? Everything is fine, the plan is fine, is it Astoria, did something happen?"

"We broke up."

"Damn, Dre I'm sorry…"

"I... I don't…"

Something in Ron forced him into the bathroom, Draco was leaning against the sink facing Harry, Harry had hold of both Draco's shoulders, looking concerned. Upon seeing Ron Harry let go of his friend and pulled out his wand, Ron pulled his too.

"Stay away from my sister!" Ron shouted before he meant to.

"Easy" Harry responded coolly, "The hard part is keeping her away from me, she came on to me."

"I mean it Lestrange!"

"Or what? You know I've had it up to my last nerve with you Weasley if you didn't have such a hot sister I would've killed you ages ago." Harry threatened.

"She's probably just using you again, just like Hermione used you too, and whatever you lot are up to you'd better stop it."

"You don't scare me, Weasley!" Harry laughed, "You know what I'm capable of, I'm sure your buddies in The Order told you all about what I did to your mate Moody this summer."

Ron lowered his wand slightly, a deeply confused look on his face, "You did what to Moody?"

"He doesn't know…" Draco realized quickly, he drew his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at Ron, "Stupefy!"

Ron's body became rigid and fell back like a plank. Draco grabbed Harry by his robes and pulled him from the bathroom's quickly.

"He didn't know… He doesn't know, why wouldn't they tell him? Is he not really in The Order?" Harry mused, panicked.

"I don't know" Draco rushed, putting his wand back in his sleeve, "But we can't be caught dueling, and if he didn't know that's probably better than if he did."

"Why is that?"

"Because he could tell people and it'll make them suspicious of you, we've come too far already Harry with the plan, we don't need more eyes on us at this moment. You've got to lay low, stop being the damn center of attention for five minutes and think about your future. Your future is not with this damn school or that girl or with any of these kids, you've got a life mission to fulfill and it's time you start acting like it."

Harry frowned, "You're right, I need to focus… I'm sorry Draco… But are you alright mate? I mean, are you going to be alright?"

"I'll be fine," Draco said, monotoned, "As long as you stay on track and get what's yours."

"Get what's ours, Draco. It's all about to be ours in the end," Harry smiled, placing a hand on Draco's back. Draco returned the smile, his feelings lifted somewhat. He and Harry raced back to the Slytherin common room, hoping they could not be pinned to the scene of what happened in the bathroom with Ron.

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Winter holiday was a little strange this year, Harry was told to come home by his father and present his game plan, apparently, time was of the essence and they needed to proceed as soon as possible. With the help of his friends, Harry was able to devise the perfect plan to sneak into the Ministry of Magic. From his detentions with Snape, he found a few vials of already brewed Polyjuice potion, from the research his friends did, they found several possible ministry members to impersonate for a bit to sneak into the office. Kasse, whom Harry had become good friends with recently and was actually the son of a late Death Eater (which Harry did not know because he only seems interested in himself), had a layout of the ministry from when his grandma worked there. It was ancient, but they were sure it was still good enough. They even got all the ministry member's work schedules so they would not seem out of place. Voldemort was pleased with all this information.

"Father… what is all this for? Why am I not allowed to go to help?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"You're asking a lot of questions" His father answered simply, for some reason Harry was ready for a fight.

"But I did all the planning, I know everything about this why can't I come too? I'm ready for a big mission, Father I am!"

"You weren't even ready for the small mission I gave you, you still think like a child and therefore you will be treated like one."

"I'm not a child… You have no idea…" Harry muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Voldemort threatened.

"What do I have to do to prove it to you? Please, Father! How can I prove to you I'm not a child?" Harry begged. Voldemort came at him quickly, grabbing him up by the front of his shirt, "You can prove it by staying out of the way! And stop begging, you're not some worthless mutt" he added. There was a moment he looked his son in the eyes and he was shot with painful electricity coming from Harry, he threw him to the floor.

"I want to make you proud…" Harry said, slowly getting up from the ground, "Give me a chance to show you I can make you proud."

Voldemort rubbed his temples, this boy still had the same mindset he'd always had, and he was still stubborn. He had nothing left to say to the boy, instead, he left the room without another word. Harry was furious, his father expected him to one day take over for him and yet never let him in on the big missions. That night, when his friends came over, he told them about what had happened.

"Damn…" Draco sighed, "I was really hoping this would help me earn my mark."

"Who needs that stupid mark." Harry spat, "All it is is some itchy scar that apparently means nothing."

"Don't say that My Heir," Kasse tried telling him "The Dark Mark is the ultimate symbol of allegiance, anyone who bares it is among the highest rank of wizard in the world, you should feel lucky."

"I don't feel shit!" Harry whined, "I've got this mark and I still can't do anything with it without getting in trouble. My father is always pushing me around and pushing me away. I mean Hell! We did all the work for this plan and now he and the other Death Eaters get to carry it out, how is that fair?"

"You know, when I was younger and my father told me stories about The Heir, he talked about him like he was going to be the salvation of the wizarding world. Like he was going to usher in the new era of wizardry and everyone was so excited for him to be born and trained… And I'm not seeing that right now…" Kasse commented the room went silent. Harry looked highly offended.

"He's right Harry," Draco interjected, "I remember when we were kids people would cry at the sight of you and beg to kiss your hand, now it's like they don't… They don't respect you. What happened to all that? They treated you like a king and now you're just another pawn. That's what you're lacking Harry, that respect and if they won't give it to you, well, you'll have to take it."

Harry took in everything they had just said, and it was true. He used to be the top of the food chain with the Death Eaters, now they all treated him like nothing but an annoying child.

"You're both are right… I am The Heir, and maybe it's about time I stop begging my father for my role and I just take it. I'm taking my birth given right to be the next ruler of the Wizard world, I am Lord Voldemort's son, and it's about time I took my role more seriously."

"Oooh I'm getting chills," Blaise sat up, Harry had the room's attention.

"Give me your arm Draco," Harry asked his friend. Draco excitedly presented Harry his left arm. Harry had never done this before, but he knew the spell and he knew how to change it. "If you're all with me," he continued "You're all going to get what you rightfully deserve."

The boys in the room nodded furiously, they were all ready to do whatever Harry wanted, they were all willing to serve the next in succession to Lord Voldemort.

"I'm going to make it so that these only burn for me when I touch mine, just to prove a point, I'm building my own army of Death Eaters, my father be damned." Draco flinched as the hot tip of Harry's wand touched his skin. Harry used his own mark as a reference but added a little something special for his friends. He made the eyes of the snake on his friends' marks emerald to match his own, that way anyone who bore his mark would stand apart, it was also them swearing their loyalty to him.

"This is so cool," Kasse said, admiring his mark, "I'm going to make my father so proud, and get back at those bastards who killed him. If only he could see me now, I'm in the inner circle of The Heir!"

"More than that," Harry informed him, "You're my friend, and ask any of the other lads here, we take friendship very seriously, don't we?" Blaise, Draco, and Goyle all nodded, although they were too busy admiring their own special Dark Marks.

"Now boys, what do you say we spice up our plans a bit, make them our own?" Harry suggested they get busy right away reworking the plan to their liking, this time Harry would not share these plans with his father, instead it was time he stopped taking missions and started dealing them…