Chapter 3-Locating the old and introducing the new

Hogsmead-Scotland

Crab and Goyle couldn't believe their luck. 'This is really going to please Lord Voldemort', thought Crab as he looked at their catch, and throw in an extra kick for good measure.

Two darkly clad figures watch the pair play.

Lord Voldemorts Throne Room-France

Lord Voldemort enters his throne room, his consort at his side.

Severus Snape watches from the shadows. How he'd laughed when he'd heard. Narcissus Malfoy, Lord Voldemorts Consort. Well the woman had always been ambitious, but really pimping herself off to a grotesque half snake creature, ugh… really didn't need the image. Narcissus was known for her deeply engraved self preservation instincts, but what ever had happened in her life must have seriously endangered her place in Voldemorts ranks. For Narcissus Black to be desperate enough to crawl into Tom Riddles bed, something wasn't right and where was Lord Malfoy?

Snape slipped through a unguarded servants door and out of the Palace.

Castle Hope-Sahara Desert

A small insistent chime is heard in Harry's room. He reaches for the obsidian ball, which hovers, above his desk, his hand contacts the cold surface and the face of Shad appears within the ball. The chime stops

'We've Located Lucius, but it ain't good news'

Harry feels his heart sink 'Dead' he states in a voice devoid of emotion.

'No, might as well be, couple of Voldies' toyboys, got him'

Harry winced. 'Who'

'Couldn't be shor, looks to me like Malfoy's Twin Dimwits'

'Crab and Goyle' he supplies

'Yup, that them'

'Follow them, don't get seen though, and report to ME as soon as you find out what they plan to do with him, I need to know where their taking him' with the emphasis on the reporting to Harry. He didn't need Dray finding out just yet. He sighed.

Rising from his chair, Harry walked wearily to the empty fireplace. Saying a short charm to open the castles internal Floo network whilst taking some powder from the magically hidden bowl on the mantelpiece

'Valance'

A face the colour of bone china and beautifully sculptured appeared within green flames framed by long ruby curls, with intense Hazel eyes. Unnatural and surreal, Valance looked as though she'd just walked out of an Anne Rice novel.

'Harry' she purrs 'and what can I do for you this fine evening?' her voice melts over Harry's body caressing and teasing.

'Sorry couldn't help it' she breathes though a silvery laugh.

'Apology accepted' Harry grins back after regaining his composure. 'Just don't ever expect to find me in your bed My Dear, you're just not my type'

'No? Hum… I wonder what your type is then'

'Tall, dark, mysterious and sexy' - memories of dark lust filled dreams filled his mind, dreams which he still had, years after leaving Hogwarts.

'You forgot one thing'

'Oh?'

'Male? Female?'

Harry chuckles, a blush rises to his cheeks 'Don't mind, though men kind of take my fancy'

Laughing she replies 'Don't I know it, you're a man after my own heart Harry, it such a shame that I'm not your type, we could and would do great things together'. She lets Harry take in this new information, it still surprised her how much she liked the child, and indeed he was a child to her being over 300 years her junior. If only her heart wasn't already taken, she could easily see herself living a long and happy life with Harry.

'Harry, this isn't a social call is it?' she asks in a low voice, only just audible, it cuts though the amused atmosphere like a knife.

'No' he states, and then looks her straight in the eye, she sees the emotion not heard in his words and smells them on the air, despair, loneliness and fear. She knew she was the only person Harry would ever show this much of himself to. She'd saved him once and helped him find himself again, sometimes it seemed like a dream. That this man could have been the broken creature she'd saved from a life of prostitution and drug abuse.

' I need your help Valance'