Author: I'd also like to thank Lady of the Lake for giving me the idea of a sequel! Enjoy peoples, more evilness!

Phantomandvampirelover: Thank u for following:laughs: And I think you're psychic, 'cus yes Draco comes back. I hope u like this one as much as the previous, it's not as happy.

wwwendy:nods: Yeah, I know what u mean. :chuckles: If u keep reading this u won't be seeing a happy ending for Harry though, I hate to say it but I like seeing everyone suffer. But thank u for your review! I hope u decide to read on, I've got some twists for this thing.

"Welcome Mr. Potter." A hissing voice greeted.

Harry swayed slightly as he tried to find his bearings. He lightly shook his head, immediately regretting the movement.

His scar was burning.

He winced and managed to lift his head, eyes watering and narrowed in pain. Voldemort sneered down at him from his throne. Nagini swept around the wizard's form, flicking her tongue at Harry as she watched at her master's side.

Bastard. Harry scowled.

"What brings you to my home?" The wizard continued with false politeness.

"Don't play coy with me Voldemort." Harry spat the name out with venom.

"You should watch your mouth Potter." Voldemort scowled, immediately loosing his mask of innocence. If he could even manage such a feat.

"Why should I, you're a fucking bastard and the lowliest of scum! Kidnapping a child Tom?" Harry's eyes were bright with madness. "Not the noblest of moves. What was your purpose, to see me fall to my knees before you and kiss your robes like your bloody Death Eaters!"

"Don't push me Potter, you may find that I am not very forgiving." The wizard warned lowly.

"Forgiving?" Harry laughed incredulously. "I'm surprised you even know that word! Didn't you think killing Lucius was a bit over the top?"

"He failed me."

"You failed yourself Tom! You give wizards a bad name!" Harry cried in rage.

He couldn't control his temper as his words flew out, his eyes were tinged with white, madness in their depths. His fists clenched at his sides as he stared with burning hatred at the wizard that had taken everything from him.

The pain in his scar wasn't really helping either.

:You are nothing but a dirty mudblood.: Harry hissed in Parseltongue.

:What did you say?: Voldemort hissed, eyes narrowing to slits.

"Mudblood." Harry sneered.

"How dare you? Crucio" The wizard snarled with a roar.

The Gryffindor didn't have time to block the spell and was engulfed by its effects immediately.

Harry cried out in agony as the curse shot through his veins like frozen needles. The bitter edge cut him as sharpened razors would. He fell to his knees, clutching his gut with twitching fists.

"B-bas-tard." He choked in pain.

"Now, now Harry, you will only prolong your suffering if you fight me." Voldemort hissed.

"F-fuck y-ou!" Harry managed to growl, spitting bloodied saliva onto the white marbled floor at Voldemort's feet.

"Fool." The Dark Lord glared at his enemy. "You will never be able to defeat me."

A spasm shook Harry's body as he shuddered under the curse. Agony clawed at him like a desperate lover, raking his innards with cruel pain.

:I w-wi-ll n-ne-ver bow dow-n to you.: Harry spat.

He threw his head back and screamed as the curse finally took control of his entire body. He desperately wanted to die, he scratched at his face, eyes shut tightly against the world around him. His entire being focused on the never-ending pain.

"Enervate." A bored voice drawled.

Harry fell in a boneless heap on the graciously cold flooring. His heavy breaths echoed in the room and brushed harshly against his ears.

"Why are you here Potter?" Voldemort demanded once more.

Harry panted as the pain dulled to an irritating throb. He lifted his head and glared through his hair which shielded his blazing eyes.

"Where is he?" He hissed in reply.

Voldemort smirked down at his enemy. "Now who could you possibly be talking about Potter?" He asked with feigned ignorance.

Harry clenched his teeth angrily, trying to hold back his snapped retort. His body was still protesting any movement and he winced slightly as he shifted his weight onto his hands and knees.

"My son." He replied stiffly instead.

"Ah." Voldemort's eyes lit with an eerie glow. "The boy, James."

Harry shuddered as coldness swept trough him.

It wasn't as though he was afraid of the creature before him, how could he fear something he had not been raised to fear?

Without the influence of fellow wizards he had never been ingrained with the deep rooted terror of the Dark Lord. And the times he had confronted the wizard he had always come out on top.

Who would have fear after such an experience?

No, it was his son he feared for. James was still a child.

"What have you done to him?" Harry felt his voice falter. "I swear if you've laid a hand on him I will – "

"You will what?" Voldemort mocked. "You have no defense against me Potter, as long as I have your son in my possession you – have – nothing."

Harry bowed his head. "Please, I want to see him." He whispered.

Voldemort started a bit at the pleading tone the boy held. His shock was soon covered by a veil of sweet victory. Here was his enemy, bowing before him and pleading for the life of his spawn.

"Why should I grant such a wish?" Voldemort mused maliciously. "Do you think yourself worthy of my mercy?"

You have no mercy. Harry thought with hatred aflame in his veins.

He remained silent though, knowing that the life of his only child was at risk. His actions would be the ones to spurn Voldemort forward and he didn't want James in danger.

"Hm, what do you think?" Voldemort turned toward the shadows beside his throne.

Harry frowned, he hadn't sensed anyone's presence in the room besides his own and Voldemort's.

Who? Harry squinted into the darkness.

"I think you should let Potter see the boy once more before he is permanently taken from him."

Harry stiffened immediately, senses on overload as the familiar voice spoke so cruelly.

Damn.

"Very kind of you Malfoy." The Dark Lord commented. "I think, for the moment I shall agree with you."

The blonde stepped into the light with a bow toward his master, silky tresses of white gold framing his youthful face as he grinned cockily.

"Hello there Potter." Draco greeted.

Author: U see, I told u the next chap would come soon! Thanks for the reviews so far!

-Red