Disclaimer: Anything that you recognise does not belong to me; it belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling. Lucky her! I am doing this purely to see if I can, I am not making any money off of this what so ever. Unlucky me!

Also, I have read a lot of stories on this site, so if anything is familiar, it is not on purpose… Could you simply take it as an homage?

A/N: This is dedicated to my fantabulous Beta dreamerdoll, who has to work all night the release of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, meaning she cant read it for hours after the release! Poor thing! And to Katsu Kitsune who donated chocolate to help me write the next chapter!

This all I am writing for a week or two, due to the BIG DAY! I figure that HP fan fiction will slow down for a while anyways... Woohoo!

This is just a repost, I left corrections from dreamerdoll in the last one, oops. What would I do though if I didnt have her to correct me? I would make even more mistakes!

Hearing faint voices, Harry crept down a roughly hewn corridor, eyes moving feverishly from point to point, on the look out for any sign of adversaries. Reaching the end of the passage, Harry blinked at the sight before him. In a large chamber there were maybe fifty Death Eaters all in full dress, with masks, milling around as if waiting for something. As one they turned and looked towards something that was obscured from Harry's view.

A low murmur ran through the crowd as a tall, thin man moved to the centre of the room. Harry gasped silently; he was looking at Lord Voldemort for the first time in a year, and that time had not been kind to him. Where he had once been a commanding presence, now he appeared gaunt and frail. The serpent-topped walking stick, one which had once been so terrifying in the hands of Lucius Malfoy, was now clung to by a long fingered, feeble hand of the once great Dark Lord. His eyes still glowed with the same manic quest for power, but the body that had served him so well before his unfortunate departure and subsequent return to the wizarding world was now giving out on him.

The man moved over to a chair situated atop a small peak in the rough floor of the room and sat with a relieved sigh. Turning to survey his Death Eaters, he straightened in his chair and looked around him domineeringly. Though his body may have lacked some of its physical power, the Dark Lord himself was still able to command, and still had such a presence that one did not easily notice his frailty while in movement.

"Well, my faithful Death Eaters, I am most displeased. The attack on Harry Potter's relatives did not send him into fits of madness as we had hoped. He did not even come after me for revenge as it had been foreseen. Such a pity, a good battle with a wizard not yet out of school would have raised my spirits, even if he had managed to pull his usual vanishing act and get away once more. But the initiation of the son of one of my most loyal Death Eaters will bring me some joy. To think Lucius that you did not believe he was going to be ready until Christmas and here he is. Nicolai, you were correct in suggesting young Draco Malfoy for the initial foray into the next generation of Death Eaters, you shall be rewarded. He is strong and proud, just like his father, I shall enjoy breaking him to my will."

Lord Voldemort looked around at the sea of silver masks all turned towards him. He inwardly sneered, they were not faithful; Lucius had managed to worm his way out of giving his son up before, but not this time. He would enjoy causing pain to his supposed right hand man by hurting his son. Nicolai Parkinson was wrapped around his daughter's little finger, she would be an asset to his cause, much more satisfying than her father. Severus Snape used to be a benefit to him, but he was slipping, the revitalising potion he brewed every month had not been as effective as in recent times. If he hadn't read the man's utter devotion to his cause through legilimency, he would be tempted to dispose of him as he had those blundering oafs Crabbe and Goyle. The Dark Lord allowed himself a small sigh at the thought of having the next generation of those two families joining his ranks in a few short weeks.

Noticing that his Death Eaters had started shifting uncomfortably, Lord Voldemort commenced speaking again. "Perhaps after we have welcomed our newest Death Eater someone will have a brain wave as to how to restore my strength permanently, hmmm? I do not expect miracles but someone must have an idea that has some merit. It would not do for you to have a ruler confined to a chair for his reign, now will it?"

He swept his eyes over the crowd before him, enjoying the way they glanced away uneasily under his harsh gaze. That is one thing that the fool Dumbledore would never understand, fear bread loyalty, nothing else.

"But I tire of speaking; bring in the young Mister Malfoy." He waved a hand regally.

Harry silently gasped once again as he saw Draco being dragged into the room from an alcove at the back of the chamber holding the Death Eaters. The blonde haired boy was unconscious and his face bruised as if he had been worked over before Harry arrived. A whispered enervate from one of the masked men brought Draco round to consciousness.

Groaning, Draco lifted his head and looked around at his surroundings, his heart sinking more and more with every Death Eater he saw. How was he possibly going to get out of this one unmarked?

"Ahh, Mister Malfoy, so nice of you to join us. You owe a great debt to Nicolai Parkinson and his daughter. It was his suggestion that you be the first initiated from your generation, lets see if you are worthy of such a high honour, shall we? Legilimens."

Draco screamed in pain as he felt fingers sort through his brain, bringing images to the foreground of his mind. Him kissing Harry, looking deep into Harry's eyes and saying that "you are the only one I want to bind myself to", the water balloon fight, realising that Harry was his mate, his father telling him that he was part veela.

"Well, well, well. Lucius, have you been keeping things from me or did you truly not know what was going on either? It seems that your son has some interesting allegiances. That he doesn't want to join our cause at all. That his MATE is someone that we have all sworn to destroy!"

Lucius went white. What had the Dark Lord seen in his sons mind? Before his brain could even start to suppose the possibilities, Voldemort raised his wand and screamed,

"CRUCIO!"

But before Draco could begin to articulate a scream, another voice cut into the fray.

"No!" Harry Potter had leapt out from behind the wall he was watching from drawing the attention of everyone in the room, including Lord Voldemort's, breaking his concentration and thus breaking the curse. But that did not seem to bother the Dark Lord as a huge smile broke out over his snake like features.

"Ah, Harry Potter! What a pleasant surprise! Are you here to watch me murder your lover?"

"I can't let you do that, you have taken everything else away from me, but I will not let you have him." Harry said harshly to the deranged man in the centre of the room, edging towards Draco as he spoke.

"Ah but Harry, I want him, I have wanted him for years. And I think if I can't have him, no-one can!" And with that Voldemort bought up his wand and uttered words that caused a chill to go through Harry's heart.

"Avada – "

"NOOOOO!" Harry yelled, diving towards Draco, but a strange thing happened as he did so. A giant pulse swept outwards from Harry's heart, through his body into the rest of the room, knocking the Death Eaters over and drawing a piercing howl from Voldemort.

After checking Draco over very quickly, Harry looked up to see the most feared Dark Lord in the past century writhing on the floor, suddenly he stopped, as if seeing something that no one else could see, whispering.

"Illic est nusquam peior quam nex"

And as he uttered the final word his head fell back to the floor, his still body crumbling to ash.

Standing up slowly and holding out a hand to Draco, Harry moved cautiously forward. Stopping at the edge of the remains of the decimated Dark Lord, Harry slumped into Draco, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I thought I had lost you."

Draco wrapped his arms around the trembling Gryffindor, his heart full of love and relief. His mate had loved him enough to save him from certain death, the link between them was strong enough to allow Harry to find his location, regardless of how large a distance. Harry had risked his life for him, killing the most evil man to walk the earth in a century in the process, and for that Draco loved him all the more.

"Shh, you silly boy, remember what I said? I'm yours; you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

Harry waved his wand once more and the Death Eaters were bound at the hands and ankles.

"Have you any idea where we are and how we can get out of here?" He questioned Draco

"I don't, but I know someone who does," Draco replied, moving over to his father.

Harry was reluctant to let Draco go after such a close call and went with him, stopping by the older Malfoy's head. With a whispered enervate from Draco, Lucius' eyes snapped open, with a few questions they found where they were and sent word to Dumbledore and the rest of the Order, freeing Professor Snape as they went. Everything seemed to be falling into place, but one thing was bothering Harry, turning to the blonde next to him he asked,

"Draco, how did I manage to find you?"

Draco sighed; the time had come to tell his mate everything.

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you."