The next thing the two boys remember is being tied to two chairs, watching Lord Voldemort pace silently in front of them. He didn't say anything and they dare not open their own mouths. A few more minutes crept by. Voldemort kept pacing slowly as if he was merely waiting for something. Draco, on the other hand, was starting to get irritated.

"Excuse me, but…what the fuck is going on?" He broke the silence suddenly.

"Malfoy, shut up!" Harry snapped at him.

"I want to know what's going on!"

"I said, shut up, Malfoy!"

Voldemort stopped pacing. He walked in front of Harry and stared straight at him. Harry's already burning scar started throbbing even more painfully. He tried to ignore the pain and stared straight back at Voldemort.

"Do you want to tell me, Potter, that you do not want to know what is happening?" The high, cold voice sent a shiver down Harry's spine and he twitched, but he did not answer.

Voldemort smiled his evil grin and turned to Draco. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter if you know or not. I'll enjoy this anyway…what is it you want to know, young Malfoy?"

"I want to know what the hell is going on!"

Voldemort smiled again. "What's 'going on' is your death and my birth." Draco gave him a puzzled look and Voldemort chuckled slightly. "I did not think that would answer your question, child, but I must admit that was amusing…" Voldemort turned away from the boys to a chair behind him and sat down, facing a large, white circle drawn on the floor. A few more silent seconds went by. However, Draco was not going to give up easily.

"What are you after?" he asked, sounding as if he formed his question very carefully.

"Power…" Said Voldemort simply. Draco turned to face Harry whose eyes were watering painfully. Yet, he still did not take his eyes off of Voldemort.

"Power?" He managed to say, "Don't you have enough?"

"You can never have enough power, Potter…"Voldemort said very slowly, "It is always necessary if one wants to overcome a challenge. I have many challenges to overcome, boy. Power is my energy source."

"Fine!" Draco cut in, "what does it have to do with us!"

"Ah…you want the complicated process? Alright. See, if power is my energy…you boys are my wind mill." Voldemort smiled. "Oh yes, you two make a great team."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Harry spoke both the boys' thoughts.

Voldemort got up again and moved his snake-like eyes from Harry's face to Draco's. "Have you boys ever thought that your differences could be very useful if put together?" He smiled at their confused looks. "Let me be more specific…have you ever thought that your two personalities and abilities put together would make the most powerful and capable being?" Once again, he smiled at their reaction.

Chuckling slightly, Voldemort shook his head and faced them both. "I guess the real thinker here is me. I thought of it. Not of you two specifically, but the concept in general…" Voldemort paused as he thought silently. Then he spoke, smiling with each word. "The concept of having any kind of emotion, ability, reaction…all put together into one. Nothing could stop you. Nothing could surprise you…." Voldemort took another long pause in which he paced a bit in front of the two boys who were too shocked to speak. "I found the spell easily. I had to adjust it a bit to fit my needs but the main necessity remained the same…a piece from two contrasting individuals. And that…that is where you boys came in."

Harry was just as shocked as Draco. However, for some strange reason, he was also furious at Voldemort.

"Well, what is it that you need?" He burst out, "Blood, again?"

Voldemort laughed. "Do you believe one's personality lies in their blood! No…it's much deeper than that, Potter…it's in your soul." Harry gulped. "Yes…it's your soul I want…yours and Malfoy's…"

Voldemort turned away from the boys to face the circle drawn on the floor. He walked around it, mumbling something under his breath. Suddenly, the white line rose in a blinding light and hovered at Voldemort's waist. He smiled and went back to the chair in which he sat once again.

"Yes…now all I need is the girl…where is she?" Voldemort closed his eyes. He kept them closed for a few seconds and then opened them sharply. "Good, she's coming…" He said quietly. "Your girlfriend will be joining us soon." He said louder toward Harry and Draco.

"Lily?" The two boys asked together. They turned to give each other a dirty look but Voldemort did not notice. He spoke instead.

"Yes, of course. If it wasn't for her…well, let's just say she is the most important factor in my little operation. She was, actually…it doesn't matter now."

"How is she involved in this?" Draco asked. Through long eye glances, he and Harry agreed the best thing to do is to keep Voldemort talking in order to keep his mind busy. If that didn't work, at least they knew what was going to happen…

"Well," Voldemort started, "I had to use something to get you both. It is very difficult to catch two completely different individuals. How can there be a guarantee of them doing the same thing or being at the same place? There had to be some common ground. So then I thought…what could attract two teenage boys with raging hormones?"

Voldemort smiled at their expressions as they realized what Lily really was. They felt ashamed and hurt. Most of all, they felt used…

"Of course…I had to give her qualities to lure you both." Voldemort continued, "But she still remained an attractive young girl…" He paused to look at their expressions once again but he resumed his speech shortly. "I must say, the results were very interesting. As contrasting as you both are…you still showed some unexpected qualities of…each other." The boys exchanged confused looks. "For example!" Voldemort continued, "When you were first with the girl, you both wanted the obvious. Potter, time…Malfoy, sex…" Draco coughed uncomfortably. "But then as you moved on…it switched."

Harry did not meet Draco's glare this time. "But how did we get here?" He asked instead.

"Portkey" Voldemort said simply. "A different kind, though…not one you touch. One you say…linked to a phrase instead of an object." He looked up at the boys, "I think we all know what phrase brought you two here…"

Harry and Draco didn't have time to exchange looks. A pop was heard and Lily appeared beside the lit circle. Her eyes were dark and bloodshot. Her face was very pale and her robes were hanging off of her in an untidy way. She seemed closed to any kind of emotion since none was being reflected from her face. She did not look at Draco or Harry as she marched straight toward Voldemort.