Skit: Hey it's chapter two, I actually wrote this before I posted the first chapter so go me!!!!

Disclaimer in Chapter One

Chapter Two: Unwell-Matchbox 20

I'm not crazy

I'm just a little unwell

I know right now you can't tell

But stay a while and then you'll see

A different side of me

He approached the five-story mansion, a smirk plastered on his face. He knew he had the power, now all he need was the position. Knocking on the tall oak doors, he waited patiently for a reply. The elf that answered was short and sort of………..pink looking.

"I is Butler, sir. How can Butler help the young Master?" It's voice was low-pitched and board sounding, leaving Harry wondering how the thing managed to be heard.

"I would like to speak to Voldemort if at all possible." The elf nodded.

"Follow me."

Harry did, looking around at the entrance hall he found it extremely plain. He was expecting dungeons and chains and what not, but it was just as normal as every other million dollar estate. Large and shiny. When they finally reached an entrance way , Butler turned.

"The master will see you." Harry nodded then motioned for the elf to leave.

Entering, Harry found this new room rather extravagant. It was an office with polished hard-wood floors, a large oak desk, tall windows, and a raging fire in the hearth. At the desk sat a much younger looking Lord Voldemort.

"Who…….Harry Potter." The man looked remarkably like himself, even more then his 'father' had.

"Yes, I have come to join your ranks." Harry replied bluntly, dropping a packet of sheet in front of the dark lord.

"What are these?"

"Birth certificates, rights of parentage, my family tree." His voice showed no fear, only a slight undertone of excitement.

"And why would I need these?"

"Why, so you could claim me as your son." Voldemort's mouth dropped in a very un-dark lordish way.

"What?"

"I said….."

"I know what you said." He spat at the younger boy, "but what do you mean by it?"

"If you would read the papers I wouldn't have to explain it." Harry rolled his eyes. Dark Lords.

"You expect me to take you as my son?"

"Your apprentice if you prefer, either way you want my power, I want your position. Me being your son can achieve that."

Voldemort looked at him for a moment, as if thinking things over. Then, in an extreme change of mood, he said,

"Welcome……….my son. Let me show you to your rooms." He stood, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders, leading him out the door and down the hall.

"Now, what brought on this sudden change of heart." The Dark Lord had had a complete change of personality it seemed. He was almost…………normal. This sudden change shocked Harry into silence.

"Well boy, tell me."

"Oh yes, erm……. Oh Dumbledore's an old fool with nothing better to do but manipulate students and I got tired of being his golden boy. Also, the dark side is much more profitable." With a smirk, he finished his short summary.

"Very good. What is your experience with the dark arts."

"I've learned almost all there is to know, even wandless magic. I taught myself over the summer."

"Just a summer?"

"I learn fast." Harry replied, a slight sarcastic undertone to his voice.

"HAHAHAHA That 's my boy. Well, here are your chambers. I will send Draco to wake you in the morning. Is that alright with you."

Harry paused a moment in mock thought. a hot gorgeous guy forced to wake my up in my bedroom. Oh that will be torture.

"That's absolutely perfect." He grinned evilly.

"Ohhhhhhh you even got the evil grin down, way to go! Now, I sense that you are attached to young Malfoy?"

"no shit Sherlock, go tell Watson." (I got that off of a website somewhere. Hehehehehe)

"Ohhhh, even got the comebacks, your farther along then I thought."

"I try." Harry grinned up at Voldemort, then yawned.

"Get some sleep, your evil training starts tomorrow, or atleast a review."

"G'night Voldie."

"You can call me dad."

"ok………………"

With that Harry went to bed, falling into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of a certain blonde Slytherin.

Over the next few months Harry learned even more powerful spells and potions, many of which could cause death, prevent it, or even reverse it. He and Draco had become fast friends with a healthy heaping of sexual tension to mix things up. Also, Voldemort had become almost like a father to him, though he had yet to sign the official papers. Now it was the first day of school and he was ready to start the school year. They definitely would be surprised by his………….changes.

He awoke with a start as a rather heavy object came bounding into the room and jumped on top of him.

"Wha……what?"

"Morning, Potter." He looked up to see Draco straddling his waist, smirking down at him.

"Morning, go away." Harry tried to roll over, but the blonde on his hips prevented him from doing so. Groaning, he tried to push the blonde off, he only got a smirk in return.

"Get up, Potter. We don't have all day."

"Grr." Harry reached up and hooked his hand around Draco's neck and pulled the blonde toward him.

"Shut up and leave me alone." He wasn't angry, but he certainly wasn't happy about being woken up so early.

"Come on Potter, I was sent you get you up. If I don't bring you to breakfast on time you know was the Voldie will do to me." Draco's voice was pleading even as he lay down next to the black-haired Gryffindor.

"Don't worry, he won't kill you."

"That's the least of my worries." He curled around Harry, searching for the warmth he had earlier been denied. Harry grinned,

"Comfortable?" He got a grunt in return and laughed.

"Potter, I'm warning you if you don't shut up I don't care if you're the dark lords lap dog I will kill you." Harry's eyes flared and he pushed the blonde away from him.

"I am not Voldemort's lapdog."

" Whatever, just get up." With that Draco left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

How very petty.

I could say the same thing about you

Your back

Yes, I am astounded by your observation skills. If you're trying to get into his pants your certainly not going about well.

He called me Voldemort's lapdog

He was joking

Oh…………well he should have known better not to bother me in the mornings

Now who's being petty

Whatever, when do I get to see you?

When you brighten up

Harry groaned, even a snake was back-talking him. Grumbling, he pushed himself out of bed and magiced some clothes onto his built frame. A pair of black jeans and a black shirt with a picture of FOAMY on the front, underneath it said 'squirrelly wrath' in bold red letter.

He made his way to the Dining Hall stopping every once in a while to chat with the portraits that lined the walls. One, a picture of a mother and a child, stopped him.

"What has happened to anger dear Draco?" The mother asked, rocking the child slightly.

Harry sighed, "We had an argument, it was really just annoyance of having to get up so early. We just had short tempers I suppose."

"Oh you poor dears, well I hope you make up. He seemed awfully upset."

"It was just and argument. Not that much to be upset about."

"Oh, you don't know Draco dear. He's very……………….sensitive at times."

Harry laughed, "I'll keep that in mind. Good bye."

"Good bye." The lady went back to her child, who had started to cry during their conversation.

Harry finally reached breakfast, but when he entered he didn't see the blonde.

"Hello Harry, your up late today." Voldemort smiled at his young apprentice.

"Where's Draco?" Harry asked, looking around the room in hopes of seeing the young blonde.

"Oh, he went back to his room, said he wanted to pack. You should pack to, you have to leave in a few hours." Harry nodded, but didn't leave to start to pack. Actually, he was headed to Draco's room, he wanted to find out why the blonde seemed so upset.

Entering, he noticed that not much had changed in the room. The bed was on the floor, Japanese style. Japan seemed to be the main idea for the room. Japanese style paintings, and a Japanese screen adorned the room. Along with incense and red walls.

"Drake?" Harry asked. When he got no reply, he went to sit on the bed and wait for the blonde. He didn't have to wait long.

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Skit: Not very long, but informative yes? Tell me if you like the bloody thing, k? well review!!!! Bye luvs!

Preview: fights, seven minutes in heaven, and Ron and Hermione should die………..hehehe