Author: I forgot the disclaimer, though I know none of u r stupid enough to think that I'm Rowling. Okay, so nothing belongs to me!

HecateDeMort: Sank u!

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momocolady:winks: It'll get a lot more interesting too.

WitchbladeHell: I'm glad u like my story. Hm, Sev does kinda like Harry still, but it won't really matter when I'm done with everything. :winces: Oh jah, gets a lot worse.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco fucking Malfoy.

Harry stared in shocked silence. Why the hell was all this shit happening to him? Had he angered someone in the past and was getting punished? His mind couldn't form around the idea of this man standing in front of him.

Especially with the way he was looking. He looked…normal.

The ruined face was no longer a mass of flesh. It was perfect, flawless. Just as it had been before this nightmare had begun.

Harry seethed silently as he stared at his tormentors. Bastards. All of them.

He desperately missed his wand which he remembered he had left with his school robes. It was of no help to him since his clothes were currently sitting in Snape's chambers.

The whole world was out to get him.

Instead of dwelling on the 'what ifs', he chose to glare at the youngest Malfoy who just didn't want to stay down.

"Malfoy." Harry finally spat, scowling with bitterness.

A cocky grin was flashed. "I'm so relieved you remember who I am." He gestured toward his face. "Like the improved look? I have my master to thank for that, oh and of course your lover helped as well."

Harry's body trembled with suppressed rage.

"And I see he broke you out of St. Mungos." He deadpanned. "I take it your not going to want to spend your sentence in Azkaban like a good little boy?"

Draco smirked. "Not likely Potter." He replied smoothly. "I think I would rather stay with the Dark Lord."

"Why are you doing this?" Harry growled. "Why can't you just leave me alone!"

Draco smirked. "Simple Harry, I am merely completing the task which my master set for me."

"Even after he abandoned you and killed your father?" Harry cried in shock. "You still follow him so blindly?"

"I never loved my father." Draco whispered dangerously.

Voldemort chuckled darkly. "Lucius was a failure to our cause in the end. Draco told me of his treachery." He shook his head in a disapproving manor. "How could he possibly begin to fall for Harry Potter?"

"It's disgusting." Draco drawled.

"Shut up." Harry hissed. He's right though, who could have feelings for someone used and broken?

The two wizards laughed at Harry's expense, taking humor from his mental suffering.

Harry shook his head and lowered his heated gaze, this wasn't going to work if he resisted them.

"Where is James?" He murmured submissively.

Draco smirked. "Don't worry about my son Potter. You will see him in good time. For now though you are at the mercy of my lord."

Voldemort stepped forward and smiled evilly. "Yes indeed Potter, you are at my mercy. Just think, the great Harry Potter, bowing down to me."

"I just want my son." Harry whispered. "Do what you will to me, I just want my child to be safe."

"I would never hurt my son Potter." Draco scowled. "He is the last Malfoy after all and my heir." His lips quirked.

Harry twitched and turned inflamed eyes onto the youth. "He is not a Malfoy!" He seethed.

He could keep his cool under any other circumstance, but that insult was just too much.

"Oh?" Draco asked cruelly. "What is he then? A Snape?"

He just had to bring up his lover.

Ex-lover.

Shut up. SHUT UP! Harry shook as his magic began to rise around him.

His hair stood on end as tiny sparks crackled at his fingers, his eyes literally shone a bright green as he felt his power about to snap out of his control.

"Now, now Malfoy, why don't you stop toying with Potter's emotions."

The cold voice of his enemy jerked Harry out of his enraged state.

"Yes my lord." The blonde turned toward the dark haired youth with a sigh. "Your son, Potter, will not be a Malfoy." He assured with a roll of his silver eyes.

"What?" Harry blurrily glanced up toward the wizard.

He doesn't want James as his heir?

"I was never the father." Draco shrugged nonchalantly.

Not the father…what kind of shit is he trying to pull? Does he think I was completely oblivious to his attack that night?

Harry stared at the Slytherin as though he had gone mad, and in his mind Malfoy was past that point. No reason to voice that aloud though.

When no reply was forthcoming Voldemort nodded and inclined his head mockingly.

"The child is mine." He grinned.

Author: Wow, that's a twist.
-Red