A/N: Been busy, or else I would have updated right away like originally planned. But becuz of my busy-ness I have my pre-order to HP 6. :) Short chapter btw.

And all the miles away I feel a part of me I have to fight
Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin
The emptiness in me is faded
And I can see my life is waiting
Now I know I'm living for who I am

Who I Am- Smile Empty Soul

Damon's eyes widened with surprise. The Dark Lord knew his secret. How could he see through the natural disguise given to him? His heart was pounding in his ears, his brain and arm was on fire, and all he wanted to do was scream out. All he wanted to do was run as fast as he could out of there, but the grip on his arm kept him still.

"You see, Harry," The Dark Lord said slyly. "You're whereabouts was very important to me, and now that I have you.. have you right in my palms.." He laughed sadistically.

"I could kill you right now, Harry," He commented with pride.

Damon replied meekly, "Just do it, then."

"Ahh, in due time," He stared into his innocent green eyes. "As always, I have my curiousities.. my twisted fetishes.." He trailed.

"Your father, he is an interesting man, wouldn't you say?"

Silence.

"Answer," He demanded, as Damon felt his skin begin to prickle with tiny pins.

"Yes, he is interesting." He responded with mutual agreement.

"How did he find out you were his flesh and blood? How did this happen?"

Damon did not want to tell him anything at all. He completely refused. It was when he felt the effects of a cruticus curse he replied, "We found a letter my Mum wrote to Sirius when we were looking for his will."

"And what information did it contain?"

Again silence.

"I can get it out of your mind, if you wish," He sneered, "But your cooperation buys your father more time to live."

"It told us how he raped my Mum because you were rewarding him. It told us that she found out all these charms to hide who my father was from James, but needed to keep things secure."

"Secure? And how did they keep this from you?"

"My Mum and Sirius both casted the spells, so that if something happened to either of them, the charms would be intact. Since Sirius' death, however, the charms fell through gradually."

"So, Harry Potter was a facade. Your entire life was a lie. How do you feel about that?" The taunting in his voice, the malice, the spite..

"I feel.." He thought a moment, and was honest to himself, "..normal.. myself."

"And how can you feel like yourself, if you do not know who you are!"

"I know who I am." Damon replied.

"And who exactly are you?" He asked with a sneer, his voice getting louder so the others could hear. It reminded him of his father, how he would question every little thing, to make him aware of his position.

"The Boy Who Lived."

"Crucio!"

White hot fire burst through his body, a familiar painful feeling. He wanted to scream out, but he knew he was not weak. He would not give the satisfaction to the Dark Lord. He bit his tongue down and soon enough tasted blood.

He spat showing his disrespect for his new founded master.

His arm hurt so bad, but he did not care, he was angry.

He looked to his arm once the Dark Lord expelled his grip in almost shock. There was no mark on his skin, just red flesh.

His skin refused the Dark Mark.

The Dark Lord was angry. His eyes blood red, his attributes more snakelike.

"Why can't you be marked!"

Damon had no idea, but replied, "I'm The-Boy-Who-Lived, that's why."

He took the opportunity to flee. He knew it was cowardice to run, but it was all of his circle against him. The odds were against him.

Obviously, not every Death Eater had been aware of what was going on, and it allowed him to pass by the stunned ones with ease.

"GET HIM!"

It was when he hurried through a hall, and was in a dead end, he knew he was trapped.

He was pulled down underground. A secret pathway?

He saw a colorless balding haired man, with black beady eyes.

"Peter?"

The aged man greeted, "Potter."

"It's Damon," He corrected. "You little rat!"

Peter squeeked, almost thinking that Damon was going to attack. "No, no, I'm helping you, Potter,"

"Why?"

"Shh, they'll hear you." His stutter gone. Apparently it was only when fearful he had it.

He lead him through the tiny pathway, and said, "Follow this until the very end. It's your only way out." Peter turned to go.

"Wait-!" He exclaimed.

He turned to look at the boy.

"Merlin, help me," He squeeked before transforming, and hurrying away.

Damon followed the pathway as long as it took him. With exhaustion, he found himself near London. Travelling the cobblestone streets, he pulled out his wand, lifting it in the air.

With a loud crack, the Knight Bus appeared, purple and fantastic. He boarded with ease, telling a destination and lay down to one of the back beds.