Thank you my lovely super beta, you did wonders on this chapter, also thank you to all the reviewers, and all the non-reviewers you get a glare, but thanks for reading it anyway.

Hope you all enjoy this-Andi

P.s.

Have a great vacation, to all who have a week offthis monday!

Time line of Through the Seers' Eyes

September 20, Is when the spell was put on

September 23, Draco started to notice changes

September 28, is when Draco saw Harry in the forest (Tuesday)

October 4 is when the spell is lifted of (this is on a Friday)

October 5, Hogsmeade day

October 6, Tea w/ Voldemort

Chapter 8: Lonely little Dragon

He bowed slightly to the reclining form in the chair. "I came here to find the answers to several questions. You have been more than kind to me. I thank you for your time and patience while indulging me."

He turned and was about to walk away when Voldemort's voice stopped him. "Would you like to join my cause?"

Harry's footsteps faltered as a smile flickered across his face. "What?" Harry asked as he turned back around slowly. He knew exactly what Voldemort said but just had to make sure.

"I asked you, since you believed in what I said, if you wanted to join me in my fight to fix the Wizarding laws?"

Harry slowly walked back to him. The thought of him joining Voldemort sounded almost crazy but the feeling of something drifting in his mind making him unbelievably dizzy was something he could not ignore. Reaching out he demanded, "Give me your hand."

Voldemort looked skeptical. It was not every day that someone asked to see his hand. Few of his followers touched him and never voluntarily.

Harry had to see his hand. He knew what that sudden feeling in his stomach meant. It was a warning; a bad warning. He could not ignore it now that he recognized it…"I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to know something." Harry reassured him.

Voldemort looked at him hesitantly. He searched Harry's face but found no hidden agenda so he raised his hand to Harry's and gripped it reluctantly.

Harry's eyes closed and he shuddered. He gripped Voldemort's hand so hard that he was in actual danger of breaking bones. Images of what was to come flooded his mind, making him either want to flinch or smile. Eventually he snapped out of the visions and swayed backward to sit heavily on the floor.

Red eyes glowed with concern as he watched the little teen fall over. "What was that? Are you ill?" He asked when he saw the boy begin to regain control of himself.

Avoiding the question all together, Harry focused his gaze on the floor and drew random patterns on the thick plush rug. "I'm OK." He finally answered. His voice was barely more than a whisper. He winced slightly knowing what the consequences would be if he joined Voldemort now. It would bring him happiness, even if the happiness would only be short term. "Yes, I will join you."

Harry's breathing hitched. 'Did I just say what I think I said? I must be absolutely crazy!' "I think I have gone crazy." He said in a small voice full of disbelief.

"I believe you may just be correct about that." Voldemort smiled. "Dropping your weapons in the snakes den is a good indication."

Harry finally glanced up at him. "I don't think this fazed me at all. Besides, it was something you thought of. No offense, but once your shields go down you practically scream your thoughts out at me."

Voldemort snorted.

Harry shivered, "So, it was you who was snorting in my head. You have to learn that that's rude." He steadied himself on the edge of the table as he stood up. Looking over at Voldemort as if he were exchanging pleasantries about the weather, he announced. "I am going to pass out now. Good night."

Voldemort watched in fascination as he did exactly that.

SSS

Harry woke up with a throbbing headache. He looked around and noticed he was in a cell. "Damn it! I was caged!" For some reason he wasn't bothered with the thought. He now knew what path he took and he was going to stick with it. It was the only path that had him in it. He knew he was in it, even if it was for a short period of time. Harry decided that he wanted to be with him. He would do anything to be with him, no matter what.

"Ahh, you're awake, Harry." It was surprising to hear the dulcet tones of Lucius Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius nodded his head. He produced a glass of water. "Here. Mi'lord wanted me to give you his apologies for the inconvenience of this cell, but he isn't convinced yet of your trustworthiness. We do this to all the newbies."

Harry nodded in understanding and snorted into his cup of water. 'Mi'lord! I did not just hear him call Voldemort that."

He looked at the dark cell he was residing in. It had one window with no bars or glass in it. The cell was small but was actually rather clean. The cot he was on appeared to be sized for him and was new. Confirming that his surroundings were better than average for a prisoner he turned his attention Hedwig, his owl, who was, surprisingly enough, sitting on the floor eating a rat.

An odd thought occurred to him and he began searching through his pockets. "I see you have taken my stuff. Was that really necessary?" Harry's voice was tinged with disappointment. They had not left him with even one book to read.

Lucius nodded his head. "Like I said before, we are not sure we can trust you yet. You could go straight to Dumbledore, or even kill the Dark Lord for that matter."

Harry swung his legs around to hang off the bed and stretched. He felt no restraints around him. "Can I at least have a book to read, or something?" I don't mind being here but it is going to get boring with nothing to do."

He turned back to the window as he waited for Lucius to answer him. He blinked and smiled shyly as he noticed a flower petal drift by.

"Ah! He did want to know about that. He found it strange that you had all of your stuff with you, Harry. Were you planning to go somewhere? You also had several protective spells on your bags. No one has been able to break your spells and that has caused even more concern with The Dark Lord. Why would you put unbreakable spells on a bag and then have the bag with you when you accepted his invitation to tea? Really, you are quite lucky you are alive right now. He is not known to respond well to surprises, and you have been one surprise after another since you arrived."

Harry sighed and sat back on the cot. "Yes, actually, I was going on a trip. I had intended to go abroad after I spoke with Voldemort. I had all my stuff with me because I have no intentions of ever returning to Hogwarts. There is only thing that kept me there as long as I did remain." He did not answer about the other statement regarding the protection spells on his possessions.

Lucius waited for him to continue so Harry turned back to him and began speaking again. "Yes, well, since I had my own little epiphany (his empathy is his sight if anyone is confused.) (Harry forced a vision when he grabbed Voldemort's hand, yet, in a way he did not force it. It will be explained in later chapter but the sight was in pieces) I decided to grace the Death Eaters with my presence."

Lucius smothered a chuckle at the bluntness of his words. "Here, I thought you might want this during your 'Captivity'." He handed Harry the velvet box that Ollivander had given him and the book How Mr. Levite said that he could fly. "I read this when I was young and thought it absolutely fascinating."

Harry nodded thankfully. He realized that Malfoy gave him the book because he thought it was garbage. He wasn't quite sure why he had returned the small box.

"They are not going to take this lightly are they?"

Lucius stood up. "If you are talking about the Dark Lord's followers; no they will not trust you. The same goes for me; I don't trust you right now either. You will have to prove yourself and take the mark in the first place. Once that is done, people might get used to the idea." Lucius walked over to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob, when Harry stopped him with his voice.

"Can you tell Voldemort that on October 14th, a Thursday, my old friends will be coming for me. I'm not quite sure how I know that, but I know they are. They will portkey in close to where we are right now."

Lucius stared at him for a few minutes then nodded his head in acceptance. The door swung open and then closed with a clunk. Lucius Malfoy was gone and Harry was all alone in small bare room. It made Harry shiver.

"They are going to let me go, right, Hedwig?"

The owl hooted.

"Maybe you should go for your own safety. I may be in a lot of trouble here if I am wrong about… Well, you know."

The owl screeched.

"OK, OK. I get it. You are staying." Harry sighed. He looked down at the small box and opened it. Harry saw the ring. It was quite strange; the silver flashed with a green glow. He looked more closely at it and noticed the dark mark on it. Though it was not colored, more like an out line really, the ring definitely had a dark mark on it. Harry closed the box back up but put it in a deep pocket inside his robe before picking the book back up and sitting down on the bed to read.

SSS

"Mr. Malfoy, how is our guest?"

Lucius looked up from his bowing and scraping.

"Rise, Lucius, you may stand." Voldemort said in a bored voice. .

"My Lord, he seems fine. Though he gave me strange news. He said that old friends would be coming for him and that they would be very close to here."

Voldemort's eyes flared. "When?" He hissed in a snake-like fashion.

"Mr. Potter said it would be Thursday the 14th." Lucius repeated. "I do not think we should take this lightly. My son has mentioned that he is suspicious that something like this would happen. He confided this to me yesterday night when we had a fire chat." Lucius looked at the snake man's blood-shot eyes. "Should I order my son to find out if it going to happen? He has connections."

Voldemort thought for a moment. "I think this will be his test to prove he is one of us. If it is true and your son can confirm it, then I will send him out and find out what he would do in the situation. I think I shall also send him out to get the Grudge Book and it's owner. I believe that should prove his loyalty to our cause. What do you think, Lucius?"

Lucius shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I think that is a good idea. Are you sure about the Grudge Book? That is a very important book."

Voldemort nodded. "I know. But I need to test him according to his abilities. He is a pure soul and I have no wish to sully him with killing. I shall explain exactly what the book is and where he may find it. Who would think that a boy playing in a book store would be working for a great evil?"

Lucius snorted. "A great evil, Mi'lord?"

Voldemort also chuckled. "Yes, because I really am evil!" He gave a muffled chuckle. "Now, off with you and go talk to that son of yours."

SSS

When Lucius entered the manor, Narcissa drifted up to him obediently and pressed soft lips against his cheek in welcome. Lucius looked around once the house elf left and then gave her a heated kiss.

"Ohh! That was nice. I haven't had one of those in awhile." A flushed and giggly Narcissa murmured as she leaned slightly against her big sexy husband.

Lucius gave her the secret smile that he only shared with her and his son. "Just felt like it."

Giggling seductively she whispered, "If you feel like anything else just let me know." Then she composed herself back into the normal snotty Narcissa and added, "The Minster fire called you earlier. Your house elf took the message and left it on your desk. I think it was about the Hogwarts budget report you have been working on. He was complaining about the food costs." (In my little world Lucius was 'proven' innocent so he kept his job. You will see why in the later chapters.) She leaned up and gave him another kiss before murmuring, "Oh, go on. Do your work."

Lucius smiled at her lovingly again and then left for his office in the heart of the manor. He stopped and sighed. He needed to warn his son of the new developments with their mutual friend. 'Right,' he thought, 'might as well get Draco settled down first.'

He went to his hearth and fire called Draco. He was surprised to see Blaise answer instead.

"Hello, Mr. M, Draco went to the bathroom. He should be right back in just a minute."

"Who else is there?" Lucius demanded.

Two other faces popped up in the fire. Blaise, Pansy and ..GRANGER.

Hello, Miss Granger. It is a pleasure to meet you, even if it is highly irregular."

Hermione nodded her head. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy." She said politely.

In the background he could hear Draco grumble out, "What are you doing, Blaise?"

Blaise's face disappeared and then Lucius heard his voice. "Oh, your father's in the fire. He is waiting for a word with you."

The two girls pulled back from the fire and let Draco approach. "Hello, Father."

Lucius looked around and saw Draco sitting on his chair next to the fire. "I have something to discuss with you regarding your fascination on a certain someone."

Draco quickly nodded and turned to his friends, "Alright you lot, to Blaise's room. Blaise, don't harass them, or I will purposely change the password on your lover."

Lucius could hear the groan of distress. He watched as they opened the door and filed out. He nodded approvingly as Draco then cast a very powerful silencing spell to deaden any sound from the room.

Draco knelt in front of his father when he was finished and said, "Dumbledore has been upping the security so I can talk so long with this spell up before he sends teachers. He is worried about Harry."

Lucius nodded. "Harry is fine right now. He has told me that his old friends will be looking for him. Do you know anything of this?"

Draco nodded. "Actually, yes I do. When Seamus heard that Harry was missing he gathered everyone who wanted to look for him in the room of requirement and discussed how they where gong to get him back. They did this yesterday. Finagan, the damned asshole, put a tracking spell on him. Even though they can not go after him this week , they believe they can do it sometime next week. They are trying right now to make sure that Potter really is still in Scotland."

Draco fumbled with his robe then looked up at his father again. "This is why Granger was in my room. We didn't think they would be acting so quickly. It just seems impossible. It was like Finnegan knew he was going to leave and planned everything already."

Lucius looked at his fidgeting son. "He may well have. I shall tell our friend about the spell on Potter. You have been a great help, Son." He grinned to himself as Draco looked every where but the hearth. "Yes, well that would be interesting. Now, you never told me…"

Lucius was cut off. "Shit, Father, I have to go. I think I hear teachers. Just tell me if he alright?"

Lucius looked at the pleading boys eyes. "He is dealing and doing fine."

Draco smiled brilliantly and then cut off the spell. He quickly cuddled up in the plush chair when the door slammed open.

"MR. MALFOY!" A woman's voice screamed.

Draco pretended to jump and then pompously stood up and glared at her in utter confusion. "What?" He snapped. 'I am such a great actor.' He thought to himself.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I thought that someone…Oh, never mind." She shut the door.

Draco resettled on the floor and waited for his friends to come back. 'Yes,' he thought as they came in, 'Hermione, the one I've taunted since first year, is my friend.' They were shifting around, looking rather unfocused. "Hey, people, grow up!"

They looked at him pointedly.

"Hermione, I'm coming with you to the next meeting, all right?"

Draco watched them carefully as they sat down on his bed or on the floor next to him. Pansy cuddled Hermione up. They got together yesterday after she came running down to the dungeons with Dean to tell him what Finnegan was up to.

"THEY TRACKED HIM, DAMM IT!" Hermione and Dean both said as they burst into Draco's room. Dean quickly made his way over to Blaise and sat on his lap.

Hermione had remained standing as she spoke. "They are going to go after him sometime next week. The tracking spell on him is so weak, and they need time to confirm where he is. They were talking about…" Tears started to stream in her face, "They said once they captured him they where going to send him Azkaban. If he doesn't go to Azkaban, he is going to be made into the Gryffindor boys personal slave so that he cannot run away again." Hermione's legs gave out just after she delivered the news to the Slytherins.

Pansy looked at Draco's stunned eyes for only a second before they hardened just as quickly back into his Slytherin Prince mask. She went to Hermione and wrapped her arms around the Gryffindor. "Don't worry. Luv. We knew that things would move quickly but we aren't alone here. We can handle whatever we have to."

Hermione nodded. She was dragged onto the bed with Pansy and they clung together trying to comfort each other.

"The worst thing is," Dean spoke in a soft shy voice, "They all agreed and actually cheered. It was the most sickening thing I have ever heard."

Blaise wrapped his arms around Dean tighter trying to impart the knowledge that he wasn't alone in the newest crazy crisis. He knew Dean was feeling very alone right now. All the Gryffindors were behaving rather strangely and both Dean and Hermione were feeling the strain of anxiety very harshly.

Draco was feeling rather alone also but probably not as lonely as Pansy. He knew that Pansy was blindly in love with Hermione and it scared her sick to watch Hermione leave her to go back to the Gryffindor tower. "˜I have to agree with Pansy though. Everything is going so fast. First he leaves. We get told of where he goes. We see Hermione and I explain to them what happened. The next day we go to classes and Dumbledore announces that Harry is missing. Now Finnegan is plotting when he should be fearing for his miserable little life now that Harry broke the spell he had on him." Blaise did not notice that the said any of this aloud until the others murmured softly in agreement.

Hermione could not help the fear, "He will be alright, right, Draco? We can handle this, can't we?"

Draco pressed his lips together. "I cannot promise anything, Hermione. All we can do is keep gathering information and passing it along to our friends and hope they can keep ahead of whatever is happening here." It really pained him to say this.

Hermione let the tears fall from her eyes and trickle down her face.

"Oh, please luv. Don't cry." Pansy wiped a tear away with a conjured tissue.

Hermione's breath hitched. "You call me Luv all the time now, Pansy. Do you mean it: The love part?"

Pansy shoved her back slightly and delivered a Parkinson Glare. "WELL YES! Otherwise I wouldn't be HERE."

Hermione giggled at the irate Pansy. "You sounded just like a valley girl there!" While Pansy was blinking in surprise at that statement she was glumped by the bushy haired girl and snogged silly.

Blaise and Dean watched wide-eyed for several seconds before Blaise said, "Oh, well, that is a good idea." And proceeded to do the same.

"Gah! I'm in a room full of gays!" Draco stared wildly around at his friends.

Pansy snorted when she heard that and tried to recover from being bowled over by the smaller girl who was on top of her. "PLEASE! You are so gay you make Liberace look like the Queen's husband."

Draco eyes refocused when he noticed a hand waving in front of his face. "Hello, earth to Draco. Can you tell us what he said?" Draco gathered his thoughts. "Yes, Sorry. He said that Harry's fine. He is coping pretty well. I am not really sure what he means by that but I thought this was all about stuff dealing with Tom, not a sleepover."

Draco bit his lip and looked at the lot of them. Everyone looked pretty well worn out. "Alright, every one off to bed. I don't really care whose bed, but get out of my room. I have Prefect duty."

Everyone groaned. "But it's soooo warm in here." Draco opened the door and promptly kicked them out before making his way to the Slytherin Common Room.

Blaise smirked when he saw his lover come out of the entrance to Draco's room with his hood up. He couldn't resist shifting Dean's hood so that he could give him a heated kiss then readjusted the hood to once more hide his identity. Everyone always saw Blaise's lover like- hood always covering his identity.

Hermione did the same but she did not move away when Dean eased out the door and disappeared into the shadows of the hallway. She took her time and watched Draco's retreating back. "Is he OK?"

Pansy smiled sadly as she too watched her friend walk away. "He is just missing Harry. He will be fine, I think. I'm not really sure, I mean I know he was sad that he could never admit his feelings about Harry and that was why he was so mean to you guys in the first place. But now that Harry's gone he can't even be content knowing that Harry is in the building, safe and sound. Now Harry is out there in the world somewhere and there is a good chance that Draco can never be with him." She sighed and wrapped her arm around the smaller girl's waist.

Both girls cringed when they heard Draco bellow, "HEY! YOU FIRST YEARS GO TO BED!" Pansy shook her head "Come on, Luv. Let's get out of here before he decides to come back and rant at us."