You guys are going to absolutely hate me…. I forgot to add this to the story… even though it is one of the most important chapters for the 'SUMMER' section of the story… I hope you guys can forgive me… PLEASE! I absolutely LOVE all of you!

It was night now, I had failed miserably at flying and it was humiliating to have Tom save me from falling to my death. We'd gone to the cave where he'd hid his locket horcrux… very awkward since Sixth Year Dumbledore had taken me there.

Now we were eating Dinner. This time it was a four course meal. Again with teaching me how to be a proper Pureblood. I was poking my main course with my fork.

"Eat Harry."

"That is a lot of food."

"Yes but you burned a lot of energy falling and flying, let alone the adrenaline. You need more weight as it is. I have noticed this as I have given you clothes that fit you personally." I nodded my head, not caring to answer verbally. I ate my food, eventually, and Tom stood, going upstairs. I staid seated however. I didn't care to move right now. I had to think. I accioed my wand to me and stood. I went upstairs.

I laid in bed, in my Slytherin pyjamas, with my head on the Slytherin symbol that the students wore to say they were from that house. I waited for about an hour or two before I decided to move. I had to proceed with caution.

I got up and went into the bathroom. There was a toilet in one corner, might as well be its own room. I went in there and relieved myself. This had to be done, that way if caught coming from here, I could say I'd had to go. I'd drank plenty of liquid. When I pulled up my pants, I Apparated into the Malfoy Manor with wand in hand. I looked around cautiously. No one was near. I had to act quickly, lest I be caught.

I walked as silently as possible toward the dungeons. I walked past many doors, expecting them to open and a mad voice to come out, but it never did. I even walked past some wide open doors but no one ever said a thing. It was silent. Too silent for my liking.

I finally reached the door that led to the dungeons. I quietly used the Alohomora spell on the door, hearing the small click that came forth from the door, signaling that it could be opened. I opened the door and made my way to the actual place that they were kept. I heard some snoring and sighing and some mumbling. Please be my friends making those noises. I readied my wand just in case. It felt like it was tingling with excitement.

I reached the place where the bars were and saw them chained to the walls. Five, just like they said. I crept up to the keys and used them to open the gate. Unfortunately that made an audible click that could be heard. They looked at me.

"Shh. Be quiet." I whispered. I waited a minute before walking in and beginning to unlock their shackles. Feet, ankles, wrists, and neck.

"Harry? How are you here?" Bill whispered. The ones I didn't know were smiling with joy. I shook my head.

"That doesn't matter. You're all adults. You can Apparate. Once I get you all unchained, everyone has got to get out. It's not going to take long for them to realize I'm here, against orders." I whispered. I finished Fleur and they all stood, making their way out.

"Harry? Are you not going to be coming with us?" Fleur asked. I shook my head.

"I'll give you guys a head start." She frowned before following the others, knowing what position we were in. After a few minutes, I headed out of the dungeons. I opened the door to leave and Apparate home- back to Riddle Manor when my wrist was grabbed. I gasped, looking to see who had hold of me. Riddle… Bloody hell.

"It's not what it looks like." Was my first statement. "However, I can explain." He sneered at me. Um… 'I don't think he believes me.' My mind sang.

"Really? Then who are they?" He sneered the last question. He moved and I was presented with Death Eaters holding my friends. All of them refused to look at me. Before I could try anything on the Death Eaters, Riddle grabbed my chin roughly, painfully, to face him again. "We will talk about this when we get home Harry." I felt… dread at what he meant by 'talk'. "Put them back in the dungeon, do not touch Harry or you will suffer a horrible end." He dragged me out of the way. As they walked by I noticed they weren't just Death Eaters. It was Lucius, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Draco. And Narcissa, but she wasn't a Death Eater. Tom had us stand there until they returned. "Is there something you would like to tell them before we go home?" He asked, too kindly.

/What would I say?/

"Something about interrupting their sleep?" I glared at them.

"Sorry."

/Mean it./

"I'm sorry for interrupting your precious sleep."

/They have every right to kill you. It is only by my mercy that they do not touch you. Let us hope they accept your poor excuse for an apology./

/Even if they didn't, you wouldn't care. You wouldn't let them touch me, period./ I hissed, angry.

/Maybe not. But I could certainly let them watch./ Watch?! Fuck no!

"I'm sorry for my rude interruption of your sleep and hope you can forgive me."

"Of course, we all make mistakes at such a young age. Just make sure it doesn't happen again." Lucius replied. He motioned his wife and son to leave.

"Your just apology is accepted. Children tend to like adventures. Come Bella." Rodolphus, smiled, bowed with Bellatrix, before they both left.

"You are lucky." I felt his grip on my neck tighten painfully before we Apparated back to the house. I looked around to see his office. "Give me one reason I should not punish you. That act was treason. Dory was horrified when she found you missing from the house, it took me only a minute to realize where you might have gone. Did I not warn you of doing that? Did I not tell you that the Death Eaters are still hoping that I end your life? I told you the truth. The only thing standing between you and death is me. My followers would not dare to cross me."

"Did you really expect me not to react like that?" He smiled. This man has too many mood swings!

"I expected you to react like that. You proved me right."

"So are you angry like you let on, or are you not angry at me? It's all very confusing." I replied, crossing my arms, looking away, sighing.

"Yet again, you are pouting like the child you are. No, I am not angry. It does not mean you do not deserve punishment." He became quiet, as if to think. If only for a second. "Harry. I have a proposition for you. I can punish you and Bill, Fleur, and Dudley can go scot-free from their fate. Or I kill the Order members and my deal with Severus stands. That if he delivers me the Durselys then he lives." So what's on the line.

"Can I have time to think on this?"

"You have seconds." Bastard.

"What if I take all of it? All the 'wrong doings'? What could the Order possibly do to you anyway?"

"Do you realize how many times you would have to die? But I know where this is going. Bend over the desk." I cautiously did as I was told. He immediately pulled down my pajama pants. He grabbed something off the desk. "Do you know why you're in this position instead of the other?" WHAP! Ow!

"Because… of treason?" I did my best not to cry out. He wouldn't take it any easier on me for it.

"What exactly was this act of treason?" He was aiming lower and lower, after doing each side twice, until he reached the end of my thighs. I was tempted to cry out, but refused. I won't look weak.

"I tried to free my friends." Which isn't treason! I jumped at the next one.

"It is treason. What is the only thing standing between you and my pathetic followers? And essentially death?" He just called his followers pathetic. WHAP!

"You." I felt a strange stab of guilt.

"Is treason the correct way to repay someone who gives you things? Who gives you proper food, clothes, bed, and house? Some where to sleep?" I couldn't help feeling guilty at those words. "Dumbledore was comfortable with you living with people who mentally and physically abuse you. Severus would have been completely okay with having nothing to do with you, if Dumbledore had not manipulated him into caring. Dumbledore willingly left you here to defend yourself, not unlike what he has done for the past sixteen years." I felt tears fall from my eyes, despite my efforts. "What do you have to say?"

"SORRY! Sorry! PLEASE NO MORE!" I sobbed, gripping the desk. He gave me two more before dropping the instrument back on the desk. I laid there sobbing. I felt him move me and flinched in fear.

"Shh. Shh Harry. Your punishment is over, all is forgiven child. No more punishment. Like Lucius said, all children do foolish things." He sat me on his lap, rubbing my back. I sobbed out my pain, covering my face with my arms. I was grateful that he was being merciful.

Dumbledore wouldn't have. Dumbledore was a great man. And yet… those memories of Snape said otherwise. Snape had been manipulated by Dumbledore. Dumbledore had demanded something in return for people's lives! That's not the Dumbledore I know… does… did Dumbledore lie to me? Was I just a toy to take out and polish until I shined bright enough to destroy evil? What was I to Dumbledore? What was I to Voldemort? He's the one who's been trying to kill me for so long, and now he just stops? What would he say if I asked? Would he lie? Would he not lie? He's been giving cold hard truths lately. But still, Voldemort is evil. No matter how hard he tries to dress himself up like he's not. Voldemort and Dumbledore seem to be the same, bargaining for what they want. No, Dumbledore is a good man. I don't think I know anymore. I want to talk to Aberforth. He'll know… but he spoke badly of him as far as I can remember… I don't know what to think.

I calmed down, not making a single sound. I looked at Voldemort, eye to eye contact. "What… what am I to you?" He raised a brow, gently teasing me.

"What are you to me? Thought we had already established that we are enemies? Or are you finally ready to put the past behind us?" Put the past… behind us? I tried to think but I was getting sleepy.

"The past." I yawned before looking back at him. "There is no way you could possibly like me. You killed my parents. We are enemies."

"I did try to spare them, you know. They loved you. Had it not been for Severus giving only half the prophecy… this point in our lives would never have risen. Harry, in the morning, when you can think clearly, we will talk of this prophecy later." I nodded before falling asleep. That adventure and the spanking for it had taken the rest of my energy.