Prologue

Harry

Harry looked around his surroundings curiously. He was in the Malfoy Manor. Still, after the long ordeal of trying to figure out why he and Dra- no, Malfoy, he could not call Malfoy by that name, just because they had a civilized conversation for a couple hours meant nothing- were sent here, to Lucious's own home!

Dumbledore said it was for his own protection, but, when Dra- Malfoy was away; this must be at least one of the Death Eater's hideouts. The house on it's own looked ominous and looming. Harry became overflowed with a sense of foreboding. Malfoy's face lit up, it was his home after all. Perhaps Lucious's son was a death eater too, but back to how he got here.