Chapter 8

Petunia gave a small laugh as she watched the bickering couple. It's a shame that I never really got to know Harry, she thought to herself. Now what to do about Vernon? She loved her husband dearly, but he could be so annoying sometimes. Ok, most of the time.

She had been shocked when she had found her husband passed out on the living room floor. He was mumbling that sounded like 'he's back'. She had dragged him up on the couch, which is not nearly as easy as it sounds, and waited until he woke.



(flashback)

"That freak nephew of yours if back! And he brought other freaks with him."

"Could you please not call him that, Vernon." She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache coming on.

"It's what he is Petunia!"

"Could you be nice to him, just this once?! He'll be gone before we know it and all you've ever shown him was hate! And I haven't been much better."

"Treat him how you like, Petunia. But, I'm going to treat the little freak how he deserves to be treated!" He stormed over to door, but turned before he opened it. "And if you were wondering HE was the one who felt the need to knock me out cold! All of you are freaks... in your genes..." He muttered the last part to himself, then grabbed his coat and left the house.

"You probably deserved it." She mumbled and went to start dinner.

(end flashback)


"Time to get up Harry, Draco." She shook the two boys.

"Don' wanna get up... stupid house-elves..." Draco mumbled in his sleep.

Petunia stared at him for a second before pulling off the blanket and carried it out of the room in a huff. "'House-elf' my ass." Even though she didn't know exactly what a house elf was, she somehow knew that being called one was an insult. Even if the boy was half asleep at the time. Unfortunately for him and Harry, it was little more than ten degrees outside and it wasn't much warmer inside. And they were only in their boxers. Both woke up within about three seconds, looking around frantically for the nice warm blanket that had been covering them.

Harry looked up when he heard someone snickering at the door. He saw his aunt holding the blanket that they had been looking for, smirking as she watched them. She tossed the boys the boys the blanket.

"Time for breakfast, boys." She said, before she made her way into the other room to wake Blaise and Hermione.


"Any plans for the day?" Petunia asked over her cup of coffee.

"We were planning on taking a walk. You know, let Harry show us the sights around this town. It's the first time I've been to a muggle town." Draco replied.

"Mine as well." Blaise said quietly. He was in unknown territory here. He wasn't sure how to act in the muggle world, and thought best to keep his mouth shut. Didn't seem to be stopping Draco, though.

"And I haven't been to this part of England. Except for when I came to pick up Harry, obviously." Hermione put in.

"This part of town isn't interesting, I assure you."

"Where's Vernon?" Harry asked. He had been wondering where his uncle had gone since yesterday.

"I don't know, Harry. He been gone since yesterday." She looked worried. Vernon never stayed gone this long without her knowing where he was. What if he was in trouble...

"He's probably fine, unfortunately." He added the last part under his breath.

"Harry!" She admonished.

"Well..." He just raised his eyebrows at her.

"Never mind. I just wonder were he is."


"What's first?" Blaise asked Harry.

"I want to go visit someone, first." He gave a bit of a secretive smile.

"What!" Draco said. He could visit someone any time. He was supposed to take them around, not visit some nameless nobody.

"I want to have some fun." His eyes sparkled with a secretive glee.

Hermione just looked at him. What was he talking about?

"Before I started at Hogwarts aside from Vernon and Dudley, there was Dudley's best friend Piers. I just want to go see him. I have to thank him for being so kind to me." He really was in a good mood now.

"Then we must go." Draco smirked. He answered before one of the others could question Harry.

"Bet he wouldn't ever expect a visit from me."

"Shouldn't he still be at school now?" Hermione asked.

"He dropped out."

"Won't he wander why we aren't at school? And what about his parents? What if we get caught?"

"You know that you're bordering on annoying right now, Granger." Draco put in.

Hermione pointedly ignored him.

"He won't ask, not that it matters. And his parents are never home. Besides, with what he has in that house, I doubt that he would call the police, at least not right away."


Piers opened the door to see the last person he had expected to be ringing his doorbell.

Harry Potter.

And he brought friends with him. Something's different about him, he observed.

"What the hell do you want." Piers said, even though he knew that he should probably be quiet. Potter probably remembered what he had put him through as a kid. He shouldn't start anything now that he was out numbered, four to one. And there was something strange... something he couldn't quite put his finger on. /Though... Potter had always been a little off, wouldn't be surprised if something had happened to him./

"Oh, you wouldn't say no to speaking with an old friend." Potter smiled at him as if they actually had been friends.

"Sure, um, come in." He opened the door further to let the group in.

He couldn't help watching them as they passed. It was the way they all moved. Together, like they had choreographed every step that they took. /Weird/ he thought before he closed the door. /Maybe I should lower my dosage, I'm starting to imagine things./

"Where's you're bathroom?" The girl asked before she even sat down.

He looked her over before he answered. She was hot, he had to admit. Curves and all. Nice breast, too. He then noticed the blue-eyed boy watching him. The look there told him that he had better stay away if he wanted to everything to stay attached.

"Uhh... yeah. It's the second door one the right."

He then turned back to the three boys on the couch. Potter was sitting strangely close to that silver boy. The boy who currently had his hand moving around on Potter's thigh. He wondered... "He your boyfriend?" Piers asked.

"Who?" Potter asked. His eye's got all big and round when he looked at him, just dripping with innocence. /Disgusting, really... need to go get a fix, my eyes are going funny.../

But anyway... /How dumb could the guy be?/ "The guy beside you on the couch, with his arm around you. Hand on thigh... Who else could I be asking about!?"

"Oh, yeah. Him!" He smiled suddenly and snuggled closer to the boy. The boy just pulled him closer and smirked at Piers. He did that a lot apparently.

"Should have figured that you would take it up the ass, Potter." He almost laughed at his own joke. Instead he opted for a small grin.

Harry frowned for a second before asking him to take a seat. "Just because we're guest doesn't mean that you can't be comfortable." He reasoned.

The only seat left gave him a perfect view of the hallway. Just before he got seated Piers saw a brown blur streak through the hallway. He froze on the spot and just stared.

"Are you ok?" Potter asked, seemingly worried.

He shook his head and looked again. Nothing. "Just fine," he said after a moment. /What the hell had that been?/

"Anyway, this is Draco and Blaise." He pointed first to the boyfriend, and then to the other black haired boy.

Piers nodded to them. "Who was the chick?" /Maybe she's free. And easy.../

"Her name is Hermione." Blaise glared at him.

Just then he saw it again. Only this time the animal had stopped in middle of the hallway, as if waiting for him to say something. There was a wolf. In his house.

"Shit!" He jumped up and the wolf ran again.

"What was it?" Harry asked. There was a suspicious glint in his eye. Piers noticed that his eyes were no longer green, but black. Piers blinked and Potter's eyes were back to normal.

"It was... a wolf." Piers finally got out, trembling slightly.

"You don't say." Draco said.

Black stripes. Black stripes ran all over his pale face. That can't be. They weren't there a second ago. Fear. /What the fucking hell was going on here!!!/ Once again he blinked, and the stripes where gone. Piers looked down and finally noticed that hands were shaking.

"There isn't a wolf there, Piers." Harry replied. "Are you sure that you're ok?" He was so calm that it was a more than little unnerving.

"Quit asking me that!!!!" He yelled and grabbed his head. He was afraid to look at the other one. And where had the wolf gone. He wasn't going to go look for it. He knew that much. Better the wolf come find them and have more choices on who it would snack on. /Can't call the police.../

"He's right. You don't look so well," Blaise replied.

He finally looked. Hair had sprouted on the other boy's hand and his eyes had thinned, like a cat's.

"You!... You aren't normal!!!" His eyes were wide and his eyes were dilated in fear.

"You don't say."

He whirled around. The girl was back. She gave him a teasing smile and sauntered up to him with an almost unreal grace. She stopped about a foot in front of him.

"Y-y-ou're all like him!" Piers pointed to Harry.

"What gave you the first clue?" Blaise got up from his seat and went to Hermione's side, sliding an arm around her waist.

"'Cause, we are friends of Harry's. It only makes sense." Draco got up and stretched. The stripes were back. Draco's shirt came up a bit as he reached his arms up. There were more stripes there. Also on the sides of his face, almost reaching his eyes. His hair was streaked jet black and the purest silver. His eyes were also going a bit eerie. His grey eyes had taken on more of a silverish colour. Like cold steel.

"I think this is the part where you run." Harry said. "Run, little boy." All cheerfulness was gone from Harry's face and was replaced by malice. Harry was enjoying himself, right now. Piers stumbled over something on the floor when Harry took a step forward. Harry smiled at the terror in his eyes. The panic and loathing mixed together.

"What did I do to you!!??"

"What did you do?!" Harry laughed, though it wasn't the happy sound it should be. "You and your friends tortured me as a child. You chased me, hunted me down. I have had nightmares most my life about that. Least until I figured what I should really be afraid of. You, Dudley, and whoever else you could convince to come along for the ride. Then you would tie me up and beat me till I was unconscious. Then leave me till I could untie myself and find my way home. That's what you did. We would have gone to Dudley, but unluckily for you he isn't here. I saw a chance to get revenge and took it. You aren't moving. I thought I said run."

Piers listened this time and took off as fast as he could, leaving the door open behind him.


Harry was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. He couldn't get over the look on Pier's face as he took off. Oh, that was good.

The others were also lounging on the couches in the abandoned living room, laughing it up.

"That was amazing, Harry. I've never seen anyone that scared in my life. And that's saying something." Draco got up to find the kitchen so that he could find something to drink. All this laughing was making his throat dry. He found it in under a minute. It was surprisingly easy, but then he remembered that it wasn't exactly a mansion. The picture of Pier's face popped up again and he almost dropped laughing. That memory probably would stay with him for a while.

Once he got over it he had to figure out how to open the refrigerator. He had seen Harry, Petunia, and Hermione open the other one, but this one had two handles in the centre on it. He pulled at the right handled and it opened. There were several different drinks in it. Draco saw a dark brown bottle open on the bottom shelf and smelled it to see what it was. He immediately recoiled back and put the sour smelling bottle back into the cold box. He then spotted a couple of plastic bottles that he recognized as soda. He pulled those and brought them back to the living room.


"We're back!!" Harry shouts first thing when they get back in the house. They had spent the rest on the day out exploring the town, after they finished with Piers. They had called the police after they had gotten themselves under control. Hermione had found every drug imaginable in the back of that house. They left quickly after calling, not wanting to be questioned about why they were there.

"Did you have a good time?" Petunia asked. She was preparing dinner. Vernon was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the daily newspaper.

"Oh, so you're back." Harry looked down his nose at the man.

Vernon just grunted and folded his newspaper. He put it under his arm and started to go up the stairs-

"Stay right where you are!" Immediately Vernon stopped dead in his tracks and trudged back to the table. "There now," Petunia said, "how was your day?"

"Great." Harry pulled up a chair and the others joined him at the table.

Petunia was about to ask him to elaborate, when Harry interrupted her. "Trust me, you don't want to know," he said with a sly smile.

"You're probably right. Oh, as long as you had fun." She smirked. They had probably been up to no good, knowing them. Which, unfortunately, she didn't all that well, though she was beginning to. It tuned out she was right this time.

Vernon only grunted, once again reading his paper. Petunia put the plates on the table and took a seat herself.


Draco woke up the next morning to an empty bed.

At first he thought that Harry had just gone to the bathroom, but when he went across the hall there was no one there. Panicked, he raced down the hall and banged on the other door down the hall.

"Open the door!" Maybe he was in there!

Blaise opened the door and rubbed his eyes. Draco quickly pushed pass him and looked frantically around. Hermione barely had enough time to pull the cover further up.

"What is it Drac...ccc...oo." She yawned partially through it. She was glad that it was only him and not Harry's perverted uncle (who had already tried to peak in, but had been threatened with bodily harm), but still, it was too early to be up.

"Harry's missing!" Draco shouted.

"Shh! You're going to wake up the whole house! Now turn around for a minute." Hermione stood up and wrapped the blanket tighter around her.

"What do you mean by 'Harry's missing'?" Blaise closed the door behind Draco.

"HARRY. IS. MISSING!! What else could I possibly mean!! Now get off your asses and help me find him!" Draco buried his head into his hand and pulled his hair.

"Draco! Calm down. He probably just went outside." Hermione replied.

"Why would he leave at four in fucking morning!!?? This just doesn't feel right!" Draco dropped on the bed and Hermione wrapped her arms around him. Blaise held on to the both of them. "I know that something is wrong." He was almost sobbing.

"Why don't we go look for him? Just give us a chance to get dressed." Blaise said.

"I'm sure that we'll find him." She squeezed tighter. She was close to tears herself. Harry had been her closest friend longer than anyone, even before Ron had been. She didn't know what she would do if he were to disappear.



(exerts from Riddle Castle)

"What is your mission?"

"To serve you."

"Who do you serve?"

"You, my lord."

"And who is your lord?"

"Voldemort."

"Good." A furtive smiled formed on his face. "You won't forget again, will you?"

"No, my lord."

The smile lessened as a thought crossed his mind, but he paid no matter to it.



(a month later)

"No, my Lord," the boy bowed his head.

Voldemort lifted his chin with his cold hand. "Relax, Harry, I would not hurt you. You mean too much to me. What would I do without you? You are my best."

"Yes, sir," his emerald eyes still lowered.

"Good. Now you can leave. And remember, be prepared this time when I summon you, and follow directions. I won't let you off next time." He suspected that Harry had been late because he had been fooling around with his fiancé. Maybe this would discourage that a bit. He really had to find a way to stop them before... things, got any farther.

"Yes." The boy bowed one more time and left.

/...and I'll just have to deal with Weasly some other way... Damn! WHY DID I EVER AGREE TO THEM MARRYING/ But he knew why, it was to make to two happy. Unless Harry ever found out who he was, then there would be hell to pay, for everyone involved.

Voldemort sighed and went back to his planning. All had gone well so far. Harry had adjusted far better than expected. Even after Dumbledore's thorough programming, along with everything else. The boy suspected nothing.

"Weasly!"

A familiar redhead came from behind the curtain.

"Lurking as usual."

"Y-yes." Ron shook with fear.

"Always watching Potter. You still haven't entirely informed me why you turned him over to me. Not that I'm ungrateful. On the contrary, I am greatly pleased. Though, I wonder why... would someone who hates, no... loathes, anything Slytherin would give up his very famous best friend. I know that I came off as harsh at first, but I truly am grateful. Though, be careful how you answer, you are still on thin ice, I assure you."

"I know, sir." The dull brown eyes stared ahead. Ron still remembered his first day in the castle. He shivered.

"Tell me. Nagini's wedding is coming up and I must know everything useful about the groom. I know that there is something that you are not telling."

"There's nothing of importance, s-sir." Weasly started to shake.

"But I think is of importance." He grabs the boy hair and pulls, to make him feel pain. It was hard to hold back the hate he felt for this boy. "You wouldn't have antagonized him the way you did if it wasn't important."

"You won't like it." Weasly tries to not wince, but can't help the gasp that comes out.

Voldemort, hair still in his grasp, sends the boy hurling across the room. "I never said I would. But, if you want to keep your life, you will quit wasting my time!" he hissed.

Weasly stumbled back to his feet. "Yes, sir. It's Potter and Malfoy, the son. They are, w-were, to-together." He slowly gains back his anger, unthinking of what Voldemort may, and would do to him. "It goes against nature! Unnatural. I couldn't sit by and let that happen, even if it meant going to you. I had to save him. This is a far better fate for him than being reduced to that." Voldemort's eyes flared in anger.

He silently summoned back Harry from his quarters.

"'Unnatural' you say." Voldemort leaned forward and kissed the redhead, making it forceful. Weasley moaned in pain when Voldemort bit his lip.

He was pushed away forcefully and landed on his back. He felt his lip and when he pulled it away there was blood on his fingertips. "You're just as sick as he is!" He spat. He shook in fear even as he said this. He watched as Voldemort's dark blue eyes narrowed, dangerously. Ron didn't see Harry walk in behind him.

"Bite your tongue! Unless you want me to do it for you." He smirked at the boy and ran a hand through his own hair, pulling it back before letting it fall again. "I lied, you know. You are not forgiven."

Weasly paled and stayed quiet as told. He just lay shivering on the floor, trying to contemplate what just happened.

"Potter! Take him to my rooms. You know what to do." A sinister smile covered his face. He would have fun with this one. That would be his punishment.

"Yes." An equally dark smile crossed Potters. He knew very well. He grabbed Weasly's arm and dragged him up the stairs.


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