The red eyes glaring at him but there's also something there that Harry can't name. Harry on the other hand is afraid and angry but most of all confused.

"H-How," is the only thing he was able to stutter starings at the figure with wide eyes.

"How eloquent," Voldemort said, sneering. Harry glared at him.

"How this door appeared inside my mindscape and how did you enter my mind," he asked firmly, even though he is feeling no small amount of fear, he didn't let it show in his voice.

Voldemort looked at him curiously. "Mindscape, I was told and I quote 'Potter brat is the most imbecile person with arrogance and ego the size of a castle who can't follow simple instructions'," he said, making Harry snort.

"You should never trust someone whose loyalty can be easily questioned. Now answer my question, how are you here,"

"I'll tell you if you tell me why you look so …different," Voldemort asked, eyeing him up and down, now that 'something else' Harry doesn't know is prominent this time in his eyes.

Harry looks at him then himself, what this snake face man is talking about. Then he notices he is without his usual glamour inside his brain. He can't blame Voldemort for looking weirdly at him as he looks quite different without it. It started when he was 7 and Petunia had shaved all his hair. When they had regrown the next day, his usual dark brown hair had very nice red shine on it. They look a little unnatural yet absolutely beautiful but, Dursley would have killed him even for the overnight hair growth let alone 'freakish and unnatural' hairs. He had wished for his normal dull dark brown hair with all he had. His magic had fulfilled his wish and his hair turned his normal messy dark brown hair. His hair is still Potter messy, but on Hermione's advice he had grown them a little longer so with weight they don't stick in every direction, defying gravity instead falling over his shoulder with soft waves.

As he grew up his facial features also changed, more like developed or in Hermione's words his Black and Evans heritage showing along with Potter. So his face that initially looked exactly like his father, changed, nothing like he had some kind of face transplant, but he doesn't look like his father with his mother's eyes. Unfortunately, the wizarding world is as, if not more, obsessed with 'normality' as Dursley, so he had made his magic to glamour himself to look like his father as expected from him. It is his pure magic not the spell so no counter spell can cancel it, but downside of this is it takes almost 1/8th of his power. But it's not a problem as whenever he was James Potter 2.0, he had to hide his true power or intelligence.

"I don't glamour myself in the privacy of my mind as I was under the impression that it is the most private space for myself," Harry replied with bite in his voice. Voldemort, still eyeing him, smirks a little that gives a slight flutter in Harry's stomach, who knows that red eyes can show emotion other than anger so beautifully. "now tell me how are you here," he asked forcefully.

Voldemort searched for something on his face then said "I felt intrusions in my mind since I had resurrected sometimes even with my strongest shields which has never occured since I was 12 and learnt that old fool is a legilimen. So I mend my mindscape more minutely for searching the weak spot where these intrusions are coming from. Guess my surprise when I realised that tunnel found inside the library of mine, connects my mind to one and only Harry Potter. I created this door and layer it whatever wards I know so whenever you try to burge in my mind I'll know,"

"So I guess you have used this thing to send me the vision about DOM," Harry asked thoughtfully, he got the answer with a widened smirk. "If only I had the time to examine my mindscape last year," Harry sighed. "You know the cause for this connection between us?" Harry asked hopefully. He wanted the cause of this connection since he had dreamed about the small creature killing the muggle. Surely Voldemort would know being the supposed genius.

It's time for Voldemort to sigh. "No, unfortunately. I didn't have much time to research as I discovered it not long ago". Harry nodded "So glamour and occlumency?" The snake face man asked with raised non-existing eyebrows or more like the raised brow ridges. Not that Harry had seen as he had turned to the task he was doing that is searching for any book on magic sucking cuffs or cores. Taking it as an invitation Voldemort entered the room.

"You have to do what you have to do for keeping yourself and yours safe, dear big bad dark Lord," Harry said absently, searching for book . Voldemort looked at him weirdly.

"from whom you are hiding?" Voldemort asked, looking around the room with a curious expression similar to a certain 16 year old whom Harry had met in his 2nd year which was weirdly shown in a snake-like face. "Hmm, your library is quite big for an average student. Is that parselmagic books." Harry, who turned to the other man, found it baffling seeing so many expression other than murderous rage on that snake face.

"Wait, these books are from Chamber's library," The snake-faced man asked with narrowed slit eyes and here returned the infamous temper.

"Ah yes. Your 16 year self introduced me," Harry replied with his own smirk. Honestly he is not afraid a bit now, this is his mind he is the director of whatever happens here.

"Explain," Voldemort hissed. Oh his dear Lucy hasn't said anything to him. It seems like he didn't like the fact he is ignorant of something. This actually made Harry chuckle internally 'ah Slytherin and their thirst for knowing everything'.

"I can tell you but you have to tell me about something," Harry asked, after thinking briefly.

"Ask, great Lord Voldemort is merciful," Voldemort declared grandly that actually made Harry snort. He saw Voldemort's lip also twitched a little for a second then disappeared like they never did.

"How I can control my magic if my body is wearing magic sucking cuffs," Harry asked

"Excuse me," Voldemort's snake-slit eyes went wide and he exclaimed "why in the name of Salazer are you wearing magic sucking cuff."

Harry considered his option, on one hand he doesn't trust Voldemort with the knowledge what happened to him but on the other hand he is the only one to whom he can tell. If he could negotiate rightly this snake face man may help. Even if he would not, at least one would know what happened to him before he'd get kiss. He doesn't want to be lost in history forever with the mystery of how he died because he is 100 and 10 percent sure Dumbledore won't tell anyone.

"I would like to show you something," he said after contemplating. He concentrated on the things that have happened since his birthday, his sickness, pain and his uncle's reaction to that. His hatred for his uncle and wish of killing him. His magic's reaction to his wish, sucking of the walrus' life and pale grey lump. Voldemort was watching all with his avid attention to all of these, expression swapping from blankness to mild interest to anger (when his uncle hitted him. Why is he angry seeing his enemy getting hurt) to pure awe at the end.

"You are necromancer," Voldemort whispered, his voice filled with wonder. Harry got confused by that, why Voldemort is so astonished with that isn't he also a necromancer.

"Apparently, I guess that is also derived from you," Harry said, frowning. Voldemort look at him like he is an idiot.

"Derived from me?" snake face man derided.

"Yeah, like parseltongue," Harry said, is he not aware.

"You are parselmouth, how" Voldemort frowned, making Harry more confused. Didn't his followers say anything? The whole wizarding world knows this, for merlin sake, because of that stupid bug.

"I don't know, Dumbledore said when your killing curse rebounded, some power of yours transferred to me. That's how I am parselmouth and I was guessing that's also how this necromancy thing happened," Harry knows what Dumbledore said might not be true but at present he doesn't have any information regarding it.

"I have transferred magic, what the fuck," so dark lord do curses. "That's not possible, it's against all the Magical laws. And you think if I were a necromancer I'd use a killing curse. No I am not a necromancer unfortunately," Voldemort exclaimed, making Harry frown now.

"You are not a necromancer but you can create an army of inferi" isn't it the part of necromancy? Morgana's tits, his lack of knowledge of his supposed inheritance will be the cause of his death.

"Yes, I can but that doesn't make me a necromancer. Necromancy runs in blood; it's a kind of family magic, activates on your magical maturity. Peverells were one of them who were blessed with death magic," The snake-faced man explained

"So I am somehow related to such a family. I am going to find it if I come out of this situation alive and sane," Harry said absently making Voldemort raised his eyebrow ridges.

He continued his memory of him waking in a small room, his discovery of wards and the cuff. Arrival of the trio i.e the minister, the famous dark wizard catcher auror and the great Albus Dumbledore then their conversation. Dumbledore's declaration that he has become a menace to the society and shouldn't live any longer. His indirect admission that Harry was raising to be a martyr, to kill Voldemort like prophecy said and die like a pig to slaughter. At last the verdict they have come up with for him and his punishment of demeter kiss in the morning.

During the whole memory playing, Voldemort watched very attentively. The threat Harry had threatened also didn't go unnoticed by him. At the end he stared at the Harry with blank face making Harry urge to squirm.

"So did it finally break your trust or you still find great Albus Dumbledore oh-so nice," Voldemort said with an underlying mocking tone.

"I never found him great or oh-so nice, as you put it but I won't deny that I didn't know Dumbledore doesn't want me to reach adulthood. Well, he'll be taken care of, I'll make sure of that, when I get out of this blasted magical cuff," Harry replied neutrally.

"Let's assume I know about it, why would I tell my prophesied enemy to get out of the situation that can kill him," Voldemort asked, his eyes showing unadulterated curiosity, about what Harry doesn't know. But, by Merlin he is reminding Harry of his crush.

"Why do you believe in that prophecy so much? I mean since I have learnt about it I'm questioning its credibility, didn't you do that?" Harry asked, deviating his mind from his own thoughts to the question that was roaming in his head since he was told that blasted prophecy.

"What do you mean? You know the full prophecy, what I'm asking, of course you know, that blasted old man knows it. Tell me the full prophecy," of course Voldemort doesn't ask, he demands, Harry thought. Hmm this could work.

"How about we negotiate, I'll tell you the full prophecy in return you'll get me out of this situation," Harry said and thinking something he also added "And how about I remove Dumbledore from your way in returns of the safety for me and mine and all information about necromancy you know."

"safety for you and yours?" Voldemort asked, bewildered.

"yeah, you and your death eaters won't attack me and my friends and we'd do the same for your… ah 'family', that way we can focus on Dumbledore. I'm not asking for this protection for life-long, just for time being" Harry said, neutrally. He hasn't planned this, which is no surprise since planning is not his forfeit, but if they go with this it'd be perfect.

"After that," Voldemort asked, raising his non-existent eyebrows.

"You'll go your way and I'll go mine," Harry said.

"Hmm, I might help, but you'll tell me everything," Voldemort said

"If you manage to get me out I'll tell you why I have hidden my true persona," Harry replied. He is not that stupid to tell all about himself to a Slytherin, not any Slytherin The Slytherin.

He didn't look satisfied but nodded.

"You have got yourself the deal Potter," he said, raising his hand to shake while Harry looked for a second then shake it.

"Until later Potter" said the snake-faced man and went back through that weird snake engraved door that joins their minds leaving Harry in his thoughts.

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Tom Riddle, or the Lord Voldemort as he prefers, returned to his consciousness. He just had the most bizarre yet civil conversation with his prophesied enemy. Apparently his enemy has again landed himself in an impossible situation but this time not because of him. No, this time great Albus Dumbledore is the cause. Because he is a necromancer. NECROMANCER. There haven't been any since 1785, at least not that he knew. Morgana's saggy tits, does anything in Harry Potter's fate is normal. He can't blame Dumbledore, the guy who tried to ban every single aspect of dark magic and dark creatures, for trying to kill a necromancer who is considered as dark as onyx. To think, light savior to be dark, not even simple dark wizard, The Darkest wizard is simply astounding as well as hilarious.

But that wasn't the most outlandish thing he got out of that conversation. Most puzzling thing was his prophesied enemy's behaviour. He has been noticing Harry Potter since he stepped his feet in the Wizarding world (yes including the year where he was with his parents with the help of a certain rat) and honestly he was disappointed with the 11 year old child he met (Not the baby because that imbecile rat had praised so much about the babe that he had decided to kill him). The Harry Potter he met or rather Quirrell met for him, was average. There was nothing special about him. An average antisocial student who sorted in Gryffindor like a good little Potter, has shown extraordinary skills in flying and DADA, whose only achievement was becoming the youngest seeker, that's it. 'I think that's one of the reasons I hated him' Voldemort thought, because it's insulting to him to the next level, he was supposed to be his equal, he has to be extraordinary like him, not some ordinary forgettable child with average magic and naive beliefs that Dumbledore has solutions to every problem in the world. It angered him that he had wasted his 13 years over some normal child because of that blasted prophecy. But the person he met in his mind didn't seem to be that naive boy, the boy he met has a cunningness in his eyes that he had never seen.

He has encountered Harry Potter 3 times since he entered(reentered?) the wizarding world and all this time he had seen the innocent naive wizard who worshiped the great Dumbledore but the wizard he met in the mind knew he was being played and he himself was playing some kind of game. And after so many years Lord Voldemort is intrigued over the puzzle Harry Potter presents. And if anything excites Tom Riddle more than crucioing someone it's solving riddles. So he decided to save Harry Potter. At Least that's one of the main reasons. Another reason is to see where the animosity of the supposed mentor and apprentice go. Of Course another reason is the fate of Harry Potter that helps him to get out of any impossible situation. He knows even if he wouldn't help Harry Potter will somehow find the way to skip. At least if he would help he can honour the deal as the deal Potter had presented was too good to be ignored. Now the only thing is to see if can sweep Harry Potter to his side, it would get him ultimate victory. Hmm but he has to tread carefully, he hasn't forgotten what Harry Potter is a NECROMANCER. Necromancers are considered to be death children, not even death would bring a reprieve to those that angered a Necromancer.

'One thing at a time' thought Voldemort, calling Malfoy Lord, Auror Dawlish and Unspeakable Rookwood. He had saved the blond Lord by pleading that the person who was at ministry was under polyjuice and not the real Lucius Malfoy. Though he found Malfoy an irritating, prancing peacock, he is too useful to stuff in azkaban. Within minutes the prancing peacock with a serious looking auror and blank face unspeakable came.

"My Lord," Lucius Malfoy, John Dawlish and Augustus Rookwood greeted bowing.

"How is your reach to the ministerial cell? We have someone to save," the snake-face man came directly to the point, there's no time for that. That Dumbledore's pet auror had said they'd come with dementer in the first hour of morning and it's already 1 in morning. The room in which Potter was looking like a prison room and there are only two places where ministry places criminals, azkaban and ministry holding cell where criminals are kept till their trial. Voldemort was spectaculating since the new minister is also involved so Potter must be kept under ministry watch.

"I have gone to the cell area 2-3 times, my lord, as no one is allowed in that area except for aurors. There are some wards as well as aurors for protection. I know some people that can be used," Lucius Malfoy said.

"Wards present there are also extensive. There are 15-16 layers I guess," Rookwood informed.

"There are 6 aurors patrols inside the corridors with 2 at the gate. But for some reason today they have double the number of guards," auror Dawlish said little thoughtfully.

"Hmm, we have 6 hours to rescue someone from the cell, let's plan it. Lucius, bring the ministry's blueprint," Voldemort order, and points at the bookshelf to the blond Lord.

Three of them stood there confounded. 6 hours. Never had their lord given them so little time to prepare any mission, let alone mission in the ministerial building. The fiasco that happened in DOM has been planned for the whole month. How are they gonna do it?

"M-my Lord, wards alone may take hours to take down, how will we manage in 6 hours," Rookwood asked softly. Rest two didn't say anything but their faces were saying that they agreed.

"then we better plan fast and efficient so we don't get fail this time," Voldemort said firmly, making them know no matter what happens this mission must be successful, or they'll end up like they were after the DOM fiasco.

So they start planning. It was clear why only three of them were called. Their Lord wants to do it very quietly. The less join the mission the less people will know. Plan was simple, but finer. It was decided that Voldemort and Rookwood will take care of wards and Lucius and Dawlish will back them up. As they don't have time to imperio everyone so they'll only use mind spells when someone sees them just to change his memory of him seeing them. Changing memory greater than 2 minutes can leave marks in mind, so they have to use it wisely as they cannot take risks when legimen like Dumbledore are involved. Hence, they'll do the whole minision invisibly. They don't know where this 'someone' is locked so they have to check all 50 cells. Hopefully 'he' would be found in the first five cells, but they couldn't leave any possibilities. The plan is precarious, but they don't have time and they also don't have information about obstacles so the basis of the whole plan lies in thinking on your feet. There's no point in planning elaborately if they don't know what's await for them.

All four of them apparated near the atrium and casted modified disillusionment charm which silence their noises of breathing, heartbeat and foot steps as well as vanishes their scent but they can feel each other(a lowly creation by their lord). Atrium was deserted, not a single being present there just like it was when they came for prophecy. They crossed The Reception Area, Fountain of Magical Brethren, Security Deskmade and made their way towards the elevator, when 2 wizards wearing bright red robes came beside them. They couldn't feel them but the already alert rescue troop became more vigilant. They entered the elevator at the same time as the two wizards.

"I don't know what happened to the minister, he seemed so freaked-out and prickly," one of wizard with dirty blond hair said to his partner.

"Maybe some important Death Eater has been caught. Hence we are also pulled out in guard duty in the holding cell," his partner, a wizard with black hair said.

"hmm you might be right as Jinson, Wright, Robert and Lewis are also pulled with us. You know Dumbledore was present earlier when I went to see the minister, he seemed so grave and depressed. Even his usual twinkle was absent in his eyes. I heard something about Shacklebolt and Tonks," first man said.

"Oh joy, that means that Dumbledore's pet auror and feather changing bird would also be there with us," black haired wizard groaned.

"You should look where you are before saying. Dumbledore has returned to his usual power. And yes I guess they would be," blond wizard hissed.

The elevator stopped as they reached the base level 2 where DMLE was located and the door opened. Both the wizards exited and again they exited with them.

"They were Auror Clarke and Taylor. The names they had taken are fairly neutral. Nothing extraordinary, just average aurors," Dawlish informed them when both the aurors went far away and they were alone in the corridor. "Now Shacklebolt is above average auror and difficult to take down. He was promoted to head auror this month. Tonks is the last auror Moody has trained so she is also good. They normally don't have to be on guard duty but maybe Dumbledore put them"

"The old man wants to put some of his pets, so he doesn't run," Voldemort mused.

"Must be some important person," Lucius said looking little towards his Lord, subtly asking who 'he' is, for whom they are here to rescue.

"Yes," Voldemort said shortly, giving nothing. He knew what the blond Lord was asking but he didn't have time to fulfill his curiosity. "Dawlish, go check who are in guard duty and how far they are from the wards," he ordered the auror.

"Yes my Lord," he said and went. After a few minutes he returned "There are 3 aurors on the entry door my Lord, Allen, Camberwell and Carter. Good aurors but they couldn't detect you working. Wards line is 10 feets away from the door," he informed

"Okay, Rookwood you and I are going to work on wards," Voldemort said to his Unspeakable then turned to the remaining two "Lucius, Dawlish keep sharp eye and shield us. Whoever comes near us, make them go away, but subtly. No one should know that you have magic on them. Make sure no one can detect us, we have to do this without knowing anyone, understood."

"Yes, my Lord," they said in unison yet in a very low voice.

Then they went to their decided works. Voldemort started first, detecting what wards were present, there were 15 different wards including anti-apparition and Fianto Duri. 4 of them were interwoven. He told his analysis to the unspeakable and they decided that Rookwood would work on single wards and Voldemort works on interwoven ones. They decided to create a hole to pass through it, so if wards were linked to someone it wouldn't alert them. They started working with Dawlish and Malfoy as watchmen. At some point 2 aurors came their way, but a subtle spell kept them away. The guards on the door changed after 2 hours and they came to know the remaining 6 unknown aurors. The 3 of them were on Dumbledore's side.

It had taken 4 hours and 45 minutes of continuous work to take down all the wards. No one present in the minister could detect that wards were taken down. Voldemort with Malfoy, Rookwood and Dawlish went towards the door. The 3 guards were chatting with each other about some insignificant thing. Voldemort casted a purple looking spell at them and they froze. He and his Death Eater passed the door, as they went inside, the guards again unfroze and continued chatting as if nothing happened to them.

The three death eaters watch their lord's back so he can check the cells as they don't know who they are here for. They worked so silently that aurors passed them without knowing anyone was there.

Voldemort casted some yellow-green spell on the door to look inside. It seemed that it made the door transparent for the caster but it remained opaque for the person on the other side as no occupants reacted. He was checking the 9th door when Auror Shacklebolt passed them, he looked at them confused. Rookwood reacted immediately and casted some very obscure spell on them, which made Shacklebolt go away.

What it felt like eternity, but it was the 20th door, when their lord stopped and looked with a little wide eye. They couldn't see anything what their lord was seeing but it seemed that he had finally found the person. They breathe a sigh of relief.

Voldemort was fully alert about his surroundings. Even though his death eaters were doing great he can never trust anyone fully. He knew when Aurors passed, and their reactions. He knew what Rookwood had casted when black, hairless auror with big hoops came. They casted spells at every spell, looking at some simple wizards who don't look like they have ever casted a cutting spell on anyone kept there on mere suspicion. He had read in that rag that the new minister was capturing people on little suspicion. Cretinous fellow. He had looked in 19 cells but there's no hide or hair of that blasted boy. He casted on the 20th door and his eyes went wide. Inside was the one they were looking for but the boy was standing unsteadily, rubbing his hand on the edge of the bed. Voldemort opened the door hastily, making the wizard occupying the room turn towards him quickly. He took a step towards him wobbly as if his head was spinning. The wizard clutches his scar, and reminds Voldemort that the wizard's scar hurts near him. His right jaw has a large bruise. He slammed his occlumency shield shut very tightly making the wizards sigh in relief. Astonishing, Voldemort thought, not a single scream, he knew from their earlier meeting that Harry Potter's scar hurt blindingly near him, but he didn't scream even a little bit. How much pain tolerance this wizard has.

Harry Potter came near Voldemort wobbly and to his great surprise, he leaned on his chest, startling Voldemort. Voldemort noticed blood was dripping from his hand, this stupid wizard was trying to cut a magical cuff. Not as intelligent as I thought, Voldemort thought

"You came Tom," Harry Potter whispered with a sigh from his chest where he was leaning. Voldemort was stunned hearing that name, then he remembered this wizard had said something about his 16 year self. He looked flabbergasted at his prophesied enemy who had tucked himself under his chin as if he belonged there, and collapsed . To his further bemusement he had clutched the wizard subconsciously. He shook himself he doesn't have time he has to take Harry Potter urgently without anyone knowing so he doesn't die. It would be a shame that someone, he, Voldemort, himself couldn't kill, die like this. For some reason he always felt possessive over this wizard, like only he is allowed to hurt this wizard, only he had the right to kill him, no one else. He stopped where his thoughts were going immediately and started looking around.

After a few minutes of thinking, he conjured a dummy which looks like Harry Potter, and blasted it, making it look like Harry Potter's magical core got blasted destroying his body. He also casted some spell on each wall which would blast after 15 minutes destroying the whole room as well as rooms near it.

He casted the same invisibility spell on Harry Potter and picked him up in bridal style. Harry's head rested on his neck and they got out of the room where his death eaters were standing. They, even though can't see him, they can feel him, so they got alert as he got out.

"Let;s get out of here quickly," Voldemort whispered. They made their way out quickly yet quietly. They went from the hole they had created in the wards then Rookwood placed them again like they used to.

They took the elevator, thank Merlin no one was near it and went to the atrium. They reached near the fountain, when they heard a loud explosion. Aurors in the atrium running towards the elevator. This made their way to the apparition point very easy.

They reached the point in which they apparated earlier then after checking for any threat, they cancelled the invisibility spell. As soon as the spell got cancelled, their eyes gone wide as they saw a boy in their lord's arm. They had so many questions, but one look from their Lord and all the questions died.

"You are dismissed Rookwood Dawlish," Voldemort said. They both bowed and apparated away "Lucius, we are going to your manor,"

"Yes my Lord," Malfoy Lord bowed and they too apparated. Apart from a Malfoy only his Lord has permission for apparition inside the manor. His father had added his Lord to the wards so he can come and go as he pleases.

They came inside floo room and Voldemort turned to the Lord of the house " I am taking him to your guest room. Call your wife to check him, Lucius," he said, and strode away to no doubt one of his guest rooms leaving the baffled Malfoy Lord alone.

Shaking himself, Lucius Malfoy went to his room at a fast pace (because Malfoys don't run). He hoped Narcissa had slept after his departure as without her beauty sleep, his wife gets quite irritated. He reached his room and opened the door silently to see his wife was sleeping near the fireplace in an armchair with a book in her hand, she must have slept waiting for me, Lucius thought little guilty. He doesn't want to wake her up but her talent is required urgently as he knows his Lord is not a patient man.

"Cissy, Love," he shook her lightly and she woke up groggily, blinking her eyes as she looked at him.

"Done with your work," she asked in a sleepy voice.

"Yes, but your expertise is required to our Lord," he said and that made her fully awake.

"What happened who got hurt," she asked urgently.

"Not any of us, but the boy we had gone to rescue," he said and she looked at him puzzled. "I'll tell you later but at this time our lord is in the guest room with him," Narcissa nodded and summoning her kit she called the elf to ask in which room their lord is.

They stepped up quickly to the room to see a wizard looking of their son's age laying on bed in pants only and their lord was standing near him chanting something, at the silver cuff like thing he is wearing. The wizard was covered with bruises and his left hand has a big injury. After a second or two the cuff fell, cutted in two pieces and a huge wave of magic hit them making both of them nearly fall. She stood up and went near him to see him properly. She looked at his face where her signature facial features of her house was there.

"He has Black blood and I know other features but I can't pinpoint," she murmured as she waved her wand to see his report.

"Of course he has. His grandmother was Black, I guessed as well as his godfather," her lord replied, not taking eye from the lying figure.

Narcissa who was reading his report looked up, her eyes went wide "H-he is Harry Potter," she whispered looking at her Lord for confirmation.

"Don't be daft, love. He can't be," Lucius chimed looking at his wife, but she was still looking at their lord, determined to confirm what she said.

Lord Voldemort sighed and nodded "yes, he is," he said.

"B-but h-he doesn't look at Potter brat a bit," Lucius stutters, losing his composure. Who can blame him, he was informed that he had gone with Lord Voldemort, mortal enemy of Harry Potter to rescue him.

"Be respectful Lucius," Voldemort chided "And as for his appearance, I'm afraid only he can answer. We have to wait till he wakes up," he looked at Narcissa for more information.

Narcissa who had healed her patient's injury looked up "He has severe bruises all over body, ribs and pelvis bones are broken. Many bones seem to be tender, they must heal some days ago. Some bones are wrongly aligned and many muscles are ruptured. These injuries seemed to came from some physical fight. The main reason he is unconscious is because of depletion of his core. There's hardly any magic left, so his body shutted down so energy remaining in body can be conserved. I guess it'll take atleast 2 days before he wakes up" she said, like all professionals healer tell report to patient's relative, sympathetic yet detached.

"Heal him fully Narcissa," Voldemort said and she nodded and went to her work. After covering all the bruises in upper body from the salve, she asked them to leave the room. They got out, not without voldemort looking back for a few seconds.

He then turned to her husband "You don't mind if he remains here for a few days Lucius as your guest, do you," he asked the thinly veiled demand.

Lucius, who doesn't know what is going on but can't refuse his lord's order, agreed.

"I had offered him my protection Lucius so make sure he gets healthy and re,aim unharmed here," his Lord informed him further. Then he started to go out knowing Harry Potter is in safe hands, but turned "I wouldn't try to do anything to him even in his sleep Lucius. He has come to Magical inheritance of necromancer, we don't know how his magic would react to threat," he warned and left leaving a wide eyed, dropped jaw blond wizard alone outside the room of his new guest (old enemy).