A/n: Hey everyone sorry it took me so long to post but right now my life is hell so please bear with me. Javara is mine everything else is owned by J.K Rowling.

And thanks for the reviews.

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Power,Love and Darkness

Chapter 5 The New Master

It was nearly midnight and death eaters were rapidly apparating into the graveyard. Forming a circle around their master, each of them wondering who the person sitting next to him was. One by one they kneeled to their lord, kissing the hem of his robes before going back to their designated place in the circle.

There was deafening silence filling the graveyard.

All of the death eater's there were staring at their master, waiting for him to speak and every so often casting a curious glance at the stranger whose hood was pulled up and there was a shadow that rest across his face making it impossible for them to get a clear view of his face.

Voldemort sat in his tall backed throne and just kept watching everyone as if he was assessing each and everyone of them judging to see if they were trustworthy or not. The stranger turned his head slightly looking in between the death eaters and Voldemort when finally their lord breathed in and spoke.

"My loyal death eaters, I have some very good news."

The death eaters glanced around wondering what the good news was and if it had anything to do with the stranger.

"I have found out that my son is very much alive."

Several gasps scattered across the circle. They had thought his heir to be dead! Eyes started wandering to the stranger. Was he the Dark Lords heir?

"Dumbledore." Voldemort spat with the deepest of disgust mixed with hate. "Sent him to live with muggles."

The death eater's anger rose. How could he send there young master to live with muggles?

"But don't worry my loyal death eaters. Dumbledore, has been caught. His wand has been snapped and he cannot escape."

Cheers erupted around the graveyard. Everyone started gossiping about the headmaster's downfall.

"SILENCE!"

Not a single sound was heard as the death eaters had abruptly shut their mouths in their haste not to displease their Lord.

"I have not gotten to the good news yet."

Murmurs broke out amongst the death eaters. Whispering about what could possibly be better.

"My heir is here. He has come and accepted his rightful place by my side."

Voldemort glanced over at the stranger, a smirk grew across his face.

"My son, would you remove your hood so they can see who their young lord is."

The stranger nodded, he reached up and slowly pulled down his hood. Everyone was stunned into silence.

"Introducing my son, Harrenth Salazar Riddle. You will show him respect and obey his every command." Voldemort's eyes narrowed "Is that Understood." His tone left no room for argument.

It wasn't a question, it was an order, and all of the death eaters understood that perfectly clear.

"Yes milord." They answered in unison

Again one by one each kneeled down in front of their young master and kissed the hem of his robes "I will serve you young master." Each of them said before returning to there rightful place in the circle.

A feral grin spread across Harry's face.

"Lucius, come here."

One of the masked figures slowly stepped forward and dropped to his knees. "Young master." His voice was almost a whisper.

"Bring me your son. I would like to speak with him."

"Yes, young master."

Harry watched as Lucius kissed the hem of his robes before going to stand in the circle. Harry shook his head when Lucius was standing in the circle.

"Lucius." Harry said impatiently.

Lucius looked at his young master.

"Crucio!" Harry drawled

Lucius fell to the ground screaming and thrashing around. After a few minutes Harry lifted the curse.

"Go NOW!" Harry yelled.

Lucius stuttered "Of c-c-course, young m-master." Before apparating away as fast as possible.

"Well done Harry." Voldemort praised

"Thank you father." Harry replied

He took one last look around at the death eaters. Slowly he brought his hand up to the serpent pendant and rubbed it between his fingers.

A loud pop was heard and Javara walked towards Harry. She dropped to one knee and bowed her head.

"Master, you called for me?"

"Yes Javara, when Draco gets here take him up to my sitting room while father and I finish up the meeting."

"Yes master it will be done."

"Javara." Voldemort said

"What do you want, Voldemort?" She snapped

"Would you bring me Remus Lupin?"

"I'll think about it."

With that Javara apparated away.

A few more questions were asked before Voldemort finally ended the meeting. The death eater's apparated away until the only person left besides the dark lords was Lucius. Voldemort glared and told him to leave, Harry would be escorting Draco home.

As soon as Lucius left they apparated home.

After Harry got home he quickly headed up to his sitting room.

Draco's POV

In Malfoy manor Draco was up in his room finishing his transfigurations assignment. His quill moved over the parchment flawlessly. As he laid back he heard the front door slam.

/Father must be home./ Draco thought

"DRACO! GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE!" Lucius screamed

"Shit!" Draco swore /What's shoved up his ass this time/ He asked himself as he made his way down to the dining hall.

"Yes, father?"

"The dark lords' son is alive and wants to see you. Hurry, get ready!" His father said in between gasps for breath.

No sooner had he finished getting ready when his father was dragging him out the door to the apparation point. Lucius glared at his son "Be good!" then apparated away.

They apparated into a graveyard but before Draco could see who everybody was, a woman told him to come with her, again he was apparated away. When they stopped he took in his surroundings. There were snake statues and carvings everywhere.

He was being led into the west wing. When she finally stopped moving they were in a sitting room. She gestured to a couch on the other end of the room and Draco complied. She gave him a curt nod then abruptly left the room.

Draco sat there alone for at least twenty minutes waiting for his host. When the doors finally opened his jaw dropped.

"Harry?"

Harry smirked with an evil glint in his eyes. "Hello Draco, how good to see you again."

Draco dropped to his knees in submission. "Young master, forgive my insolence."

Harry strode across the room and gracefully sat down on the couch. He waved for Draco to rise. Draco stood reluctantly, looking fearfully at Harry.

"Draco, come and sit down."

Draco slowly stepped over to the couch and sat down beside Harry, just waiting for him to take his revenge. Harry raised his hand, ignoring the flinch that came from Draco and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Young master you wished to speak with me?"

"Yes Draco. You may call me Harry; only refer to me as young master in public. Is that understood?"

Draco nodded "Yes, Harry."

Draco's attention was quickly brought to the black snake around Harry's neck when it started hissing.

;Master your father wants you and Draco to go to the den when your finished talking to him.;

;Alright Javara thank you for the message.;

"Draco, I did not call you here to have revenge. I want to know if you will be loyal to me."

"Of course Harry."

"I wanted to know if you would be my second? Don't worry, if you say no I will just send you home no questions asked."

Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Of course Harry I would be honored." Draco stated truthfully.

After that was over and done with they started talking about school, politics and anything else they could think of, but when Harry brought up the topic of Draco's father Draco suddenly went quiet. Harry's suspicions rose right away and told Draco to remove his shirt. Draco knew it wasn't a request and reluctantly unbuttoned his shirt. What Harry saw made his eyes go red, literally! Scars were littered across his torso; barely any flesh was left untouched. "Draco did Lucius do this to you?" Harry all but growled out.

Draco looked down at his feet and muttered a small yes.

'Father, call for a meeting.'

'Why Harry?'

'I have some business to take care of. I will be down in a minute. Make sure it's only the inner circle.'

'Ok Harry I hope you know what you're doing'

'Thank you, father.'

Harry looked over at Draco seemingly searching for any lies but all he found was the truth. "Draco you will stay here, you're not going to live with that man anymore."

Draco looked up with hopeful eyes and whispered "Thank you Harry."

"Come Draco, there's a certain death eater I need to take care of."

Javara caught their attention by softly chuckling. "This is something I want to see."

The three of them made there way down to the meeting hall and strode through the double doors. As soon as Harry saw Lucius he lunged, pinning him to the ground. "YOU STUPID PRICK!" he yelled, punching Lucius in the face after every word. Voldemort pulled Harry off of Lucius. "Son, why are you attacking Lucius?" He asked calmly. Harry pointed a finger at the blonde and growled. "That bloody jerk is an abusive prick!" Voldemort let go of Harry and gestured for him to continue.

As soon as his father made the gesture he started attacking Lucius again. When most of the anger had left him he got off of Lucius and gave him a perfect death glare. If looks could kill Lucius would have been dead ten times over.

"Draco is never and I mean NEVER going back to that house again." Harry paused eyes alight with thoughts of death. "Consider yourself lucky that you still can move, not to mention that you're still alive."

Another glare was sent to Lucius before Harry turned and took his seat beside his father's throne. Draco glanced over at his father, no remorse was shown and with that he went and stood at his rightful place, beside Harry.

Lucius struggled to get on to his knees from loss of blood and bowed his head. "I'm sorry young master, will you ever forgive me."

"No." was Harry's curt reply.

Voldemort's face shone with pride. "My loyal death eaters, this is a lesson for you to learn. Never, get my son angry."

Hysterical laughter rang through the hall. Everyone turned to look at whoever was laughing and saw Javara. She was leaning against the doors, head thrown back in a picture of mirth. "That… Was... Hilarious." She giggled between gasps.

Twenty or so minutes later she had finally composed herself. "Master, you should wrestle with me sometime."

Harry was shaking his head, laughing at her.

Voldemort somehow kept a straight face through the whole thing, dismissing his followers with a wave of his hand.

TBC