Disclaimer: I don't have any ownership to the Harry Potter characters. Just like to mess with them.

A/N: I am so happy to see all of the reviews, they keep me inspired and motivated to keep writing. I am glad to see that people are guessing the identity of Remus's daughter, but I won't say if they are right yet. But you are welcome to keep on guessing. But as I said before, how they find out will be a shocker. So keep reviewing and I will keep writing.

  Chapter Seven: The Meeting

When Lucius Malfoy flooed back into his living room he walked into chaos. His wife and son were standing next to Remus Lupin looked shocked. When he glanced to where they were looking he raced over to Severus's side. Severus was cradling Harry's limp body.

"What Happened?" He asked Severus quietly. He could see the steady rise and fall of Harry's chest and felt immediately relieved.

Severus looked up at Lucius, "He went into shock and lost control of his magic. When that happened the block that was holding back his magic broke free." Severus looked furious, " That fucking bastard dampened his magic. If that block had broken any sooner he could have been killed by the magic trying to adjust his body AND on top of that the potion and charm to make him look like Potter are being forced out by the surge of his magic. That's why I can't get him to wake up. I don't know if he will ever wake up, his body just got pushed past its limits." Severus said his voice straining with barely contained fury. And then his whole demeanor changed, his once stiff shoulders sagged and his head fell to his chest. "I just got him back, I…I can't loose him now." He said his voice cracking with unshed tears.

"Tom is on his way, maybe he can reach him. You know that they have a rather unusual connection." Lucius said quietly to Severus hoping that what he said was true. He was just about ready to say something else when he felt someone laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to the man that had just arrived.

"I heard what happened Severus, I think that I may be able to reach him if you let me try."  Tom said as he knelt down next to Severus and Lucius. He saw Severus nod his head, consenting. Silently he put his hands to the boy's temples and a faint blue glow emitted around them. Within seconds his mind was swept into a vast plain of darkness.

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  When Tom opened his eyes again he found that he was in a small dark cupboard and in front of him was a small child around the age of five or six. The child stared up at him with wide emerald green eyes, a lightning bolt scar stood out boldly on the boys skin his black hair greasy and messy as if it hadn't been washed or combed for a long time.

  "Why are you here in my cupboard?" The small boy asked the strange man that looked a bit like him.

Tom was taken aback; he thought that he was dreaming this and then it came rushing back to him, where he was at and why.  This small neglected child was his grandson, Harry Potter.

"What do you mean, your cupboard? Is this where you like to play and hide in?" He asked almost dreading the answer that would come out of the child's mouth.

"This is my bedroom, I sleep in here, although I am in here more than out in the rest of the house. My Aunt and Uncle don't want a freak like me to dirty their house. But that's ok, I like being in here, at least then I am not getting beat or getting punished." The child Harry said as if it was common knowledge that he was not worthy enough to be treated better.

Tom sat there stunned, what did the boy mean by getting punished. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that he knew the answer to his own question but he didn't think that he could take hearing that his grandson's innocence had been taken away from him at such an early age. "Can you tell me what your name is child?"

"Harry Potter, I think. My family doesn't call me that though. They just call me 'Boy' or 'Freak'. My Aunt told me a couple of days ago that my name was really Harry and that I had best remember that when I went to school or she would tell my Uncle that I needed punished." The child Harry said his voice laced with fear and sadness.

A sudden whirl of light encompassed Tom and when he looked back to the spot where the child was sitting, he was gone and in his place was an older looking Harry. He had to be at least nine or ten. This time he looked a little cleaner, his hair was cleaner and was shorter, and this time he had his glasses on. They looked to be the same ones that he had remembered the boys wearing when he had seen him when he was fourteen. But this time it seemed that Harry couldn't see him.

The boy was entirely too small for his age and his beautiful emerald eyes held no life in them, they were a dull empty void. Suddenly he heard heavy footsteps coming toward the small cupboard door. He looked over at Harry and seen that he was trembling with fear. He started muttering to himself but not loud enough for Tom to hear what he was saying. The footsteps stopped. The door flung open and a rush of light filled the small space where they sat. When Tom looked up he saw a large overbearing muggle man that he assumed was Harry's uncle grabbing at the boys arms in an attempt to drag him out of the cupboard.

"Please Uncle Vernon, I swear I didn't do anything wrong today. Please don't do it, Please!" Harry begged the tears where rolling down his pale cheeks. His whole body was trembling violently in fear.

Tom watched as the fat muggle backhanded Harry with all of his might causing Harry to drop to the floor. The boy immediately curled into a ball to try and protect himself from the obvious beating that he was going to receive. But instead of hits raining down onto the small boy a meaty fist grabbed the back of the boys hair and smacked his head onto the floor. Harry screamed and started sobbing as his uncle ripped his sweat pants off of him revealing the backside of him.

Tom gasped at the multicolored bruises and gashes that decorated the small body and was horrified when he realized what he was about to see. He tried to close his eyes but the scene still flashed into his head. He was going to be forced to watch as this muggle raped and beat Harry.

Harry screamed as the man entered him violently. His uncle cracked his head off of the floor in order to keep him from screaming.  He hit Harry's head off the floor repeatedly as he pushed into the small boy over and over again. The fat muggle finally pushed in once more and then let the semi conscious Harry drop to the floor. He then unceremoniously tossed the broken boy back into the cupboard and a resounding click echoed in the darkness.

A swirl of white light surrounded Tom again and when he looked back up he was face to face with the seventeen year old Harry. "Did it get any better after you went to Hogwarts?" Tom asked wondering if anyone else knew of the abuse that this child had gone through.

"No, it only got worse. What you saw was mild compared to what normally happened." Harry said somberly. "I know why you're here, I am willing to listen if you are willing to listen to me.

"That is only fair. Do you want me to go first?" Tom asked him calmly as he sat down in the chair that had just appeared next to him.

"The only thing that I want to say to you is that I will not take your mark. I will not be your mindless servant, but I refuse to have anything to do with Dumbledore. He has fucked up my life and the people that I care about lives over and over again since before I was born. He knows that my best friend is about to resort to killing herself because she cannot get out of an abusive relationship and he sits by and does nothing. The only other teacher that has even remotely tried to do something is my father, and when he did that manipulative bastard reprimanded him for being to harsh on the boy." Harry was seething with anger; it was the first time that he had voiced his hate of Dumbledore to someone besides Draco. It was rather ironic that the person he chooses to do so with was The Dark Lord. Who also turned out to be his grandfather.

"Harry, you need to calm down. The reason that I am here is to tell you that you need to come back. Your father is terrified that something is going to happen to you. He is scared that you will be taken away from him so soon after he found you. I also would like to get to know you better. But I will respect your wishes if you prefer to have nothing to do with you. I won't ask you to change if you do the same for me." Tom said apprehensively, wondering how Harry would handle this.

"I have only two requests." Harry said his voice clipped.

"Ok, I am listening." Tom said guardedly wondering what he was going to be agreeing to.

"I don't care how you do it, but Dumbledore needs to be taken out of the picture. With him out the Order will fall." Harry said coldly. "And secondly, Hermione Granger and her family will not be harmed by your Deatheaters."

Tom chuckled, "Those are definitely two things that I can comply with. Now this Granger girl, she is the one in the abusive relationship, am I right?" he asked.

"Yeah, she has been with that bastard Ron Weasley for the past two years and it has slowly gotten to the point where if she doesn't leave him soon she will either be killed by him in a fit of jealously or she will end of killing herself out of sheer desperation." Harry said softly, guilt and remorse filling him. He should have done something at the beginning to help her, but she kept telling him that she could handle it and he believed her. "Draco and I have been working out a way to get her away from Ron, I have to do something I can't just sit back and watch her fade away."

" I am sure that you and young Draco will come up with something worthy of the Slytherin name, but in the mean time I think that it is time that we get back to the real world. We have lingered here long enough. One thing though before we leave, Dumbledore will pay for what he has done to us, make no mistake about that." Tom said his eyes glittering dangerously.

Harry stood from his seat and started walking toward the door that had appeared suddenly, but just as he was about to open the door he felt Tom, his grandfather's, hand rest on his shoulder.

"I really think that you need to tell your father what has happened to you while your where at your relatives house, I think that it would help you heal." Tom said quietly.

Harry stood stock still, "I will try to." And then the both walked through the door.

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  Severus gasped when he saw Harry open his eyes and at the same time Tom opened his eyes and lifted his hands off of Harry's temples. "Are you ok?"

Harry nodded his head, "Yeah, just tired." He said as he laid his head back down on his father's chest.

Tom looked up at Lucius, "Did you do what I asked?"

"Yes, the rat is in the trap totally unaware of what has happened." Lucius said maliciously.

A small smile graced the face of the Dark Lord. "Remus, I think that there is something that is worthy of your attention in the dungeons. I would like to think of it as a step toward forgiveness." He saw the puzzled look on Remus's face. "I promise that it will be worth your while. And just to let you know, the manor is warded.  Anything that you do the ministry would not know anything about it. Have fun."