AN:Again sorry for the wait.

Chapter 3

Welcome To the Fold

Only one couple was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, Bella! You can do better than that," he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. Harry released Neville, although he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.

"NOOOO!" Yelled Harry as his eyes shot open from his place on the floor in the fetal position, a cold sweat breaking out onto his skin. Harry didn't know how long he had been in Azkaban, but what he did know was that he relieved that particular nightmare more times than he ever wanted to along with the other terrors that plagued his life.

Harry slowly started to get up, he heard several explosions and the prison seemed to shake, causing Harry to fall back down. Harry quickly got back onto his feet and went to his cell door to peer out through the bars from his cells small window.

When the shacking stopped the entrance to the cell block dissolved allowing a group of five hooded wizards with skull masks hiding their faces being lead by a dirty looking man in a ratty old brown overcoat and ferial look on his face to enter and stand in pairs at each cell door followed by a man (and he used the term loosely) in flowing black robes, his porcelain white skin seeming to reflect the light from the touches that lit the cell block followed by his closely by his serpent familiar. The dark lord Voldemort had arrived.

"Greyback, Open Rudolphus' cell and bring him to me." hissed Voldemort to the ferial looking wizard. The man named Greyback complied and pushed Rudolphus, who fell at his masters' feet.

Rudolphus quickly got up to a kneeling position before his master, "Thank you master for coming once more to me and my compatriots aid, in this our time of need. May I just say how much-" Rudolphus never finish his groveling, as his master kicked him, causing him to fall back on to his stomach.

When Rudolphus tried to raise his head, his master stomped his foot onto it, slamming it face first onto the ground and keeping it pressed onto the ground with all his strength. Harry could have sworn he heard Rudolphus' nose break from his cell.

"You have nerve, Rudolphus," the dark lord sneered, contempt dripping from his voice, "to assume I have come to your aid. By my count this is the second time I have had to break you out of this place, and the second time you have failed me.

"Tell me what is it that makes you worthy of being an inner circle member of my Death Eaters? Your wealth? Your brother will take command of all your assets and will always serve me. Your dueling skills? Your wife far surpasses yours." Voldemort seemed to increase the pressure as he next said, "It certainly isn't your ability to strategize, seeing as you were out smarted by a bunch of fifth years!"

Rudolphus tried mumbled something against the floor that sounded like "It wasn't my fault" earning him another stomp to the head. "Silence! I have had enough of your failure Rudolphus Lestrange and I will have no more of it." He removed his foot, kicking Rudolphus so he was on his back and pointed his wand at him. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" and with that, Rudolphus stopped all movement and was no more.

Harry held in a cackle of mad glee at the fool's death. The idiot was far too arrogant and that made him sloppy. "Yaxley, Nott bring Potter to me." ordered the dark lord to his servants while Nagini disposed of the body. The Death Eaters at Harry's cell opened his cell door, grabbed him by both arms, and made him walk right up to their master.

Voldemort waved the Death Eaters to let go of Harry. They did as their master wished and returned to their post. The-would-be king of the wizarding world smirked "Harry Potter, or should I say Lord Potter-Black, we meet again; but it would appear this time under vastly different circumstances. Tell me what has brought you to this desolate den of murders and dark wizards?"

Harry adopted a wide cocky grin "Revenge, plain and simple."

The Dark lord took a thoughtful look, crossing his arms and placing his fist to his chin, and began to circle Harry, like the snake his face resembled. "Revenge on whom?"

Harry's eyes seem to take on a crazed fiery light as he thought of his enemies. "On those that have wronged me and allowed my suffering to continue."

Voldemort cocked a hairless brow "How do you intend to destroy those that have wronged you?" he asked as he returned to standing in front of Harry.

To the utter shock of the Death Eaters Harry got on one knee with his head bowed. "By serving you, if you will allow it, my lord."

The dark lord smiled in triumph, he finely beat the old man. True he had always wanted the boy dead, but then thanks to his new advisor, he thought of a far more elegant solution to his little prophesy problem "Give me your left arm Lord Potter-Black." Head still bowed but with a cocky smirk on his face, Harry lifted the requested arm to his new master.

Voldemort took hold of the arm, turned it so that the underside was exposed, and pressed the tip of his wand to it. Harry gritted his teeth as it felt as if all the blood in his arm was made of barbed wire that was on fire. When the deed was done, Voldemort released Harry's arm "Rise lord Potter-Black, and stand with your fellow Death Eaters as the new member of my inner circle."

Harry stood with a crazed grin on his face. He knew he'd get in, but he had thought he would have to show his worth before joining him. 'Then again, I have killed and tortured six people, some highly skilled Aurors. Actually, my whole Hogwarts career should be more than enough to show I deserve this!'

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as his master ordered the outer circle Death Eaters to release the other inmates. Once everyone was released Voldemort addressed his followers, "I wish to make something quite clear before I give you your personnel affects that I had your brothers in arms acquire for you and leave: This is the absolute last time I will darken this prisons doors.

"If you are foolish enough to get captured again, then you should do yourselves the favor of ripping your throats out because once I gain dominion of this world, I will not be so forgiving." Voldemort leaned forward with a cold menacing glare for infuses at his followers, causing them flinch and lean back in fear. Harry, who had seen his new master's murder face before, just stood there with a crazy grin on his face.

Getting the desired affect from his followers, the dark lord produced a shrunken chest from within his robes, placed it on the ground, and returned it back to its original size, opening it with another flick of his wand the chest opened, revealing all the imprisoned Death Eaters (new and old) wands.

The formally imprisoned Death Eaters quickly got their wands and transfigured their prisoner uniforms into their black robes. Knowing Harry probably didn't know how to do it, Voldemort transfigured Harrys form him. Harry bowed his head in thanks to his master and former nemeses.

Seeming to be satisfied the dark lord led them out of maximum security and to the entrance. Harry noticed that no one was stopping them and was going to ask why, until they reached the processing area, where he saw that the floor was littered with dead and mutilated bodies with the few guards' still alive being tormented by the Dementors.

Harry chuckled a bit at the sounds of the guards screams. 'Serves them right, karma's a bitch.' thought Harry as they quickly made their way out the door. As they neared the exit, Harry heard something fall nearby. He stopped in his tracks and looked around for the source when he saw a broom closet quickly close.

Harry smiled wickedly and looked to his master who had noticed as well. Voldemort looked at Harry and nodded with a smirk, giving him permission to investigate. Harrys smile grew wider as he turned to the door and blasted it to pieces with a simple bombarda.

When the dust cleared, it revealed the disheveled and cowering form of warden Umbrage. Harry grinned as he walked over to the closet and crouched down close to Umbrage. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our benevolent jailer. Listen Umy, the others and I came together, decided on our own that we're completely rehabilitated, and we're were going to let you know that this evening when our boss showed up.

"Well, we couldn't just let all the trouble he went through to get us go to waste, so we decided to de-habilitate ourselves (yes, I know it's not a word, but I'm nuts) and serve him. You've met him right? He's the tall, bald, pale, and imposing guy over there." Harry pointed at Voldemort over his shoulder, "he's also the guy that your wife said I was lying about being back." Harry's crazed glee turned into cold furry.

"You know what she did to me because she thought I was lying? She made me use a blood quill to write lines. Do you know what that dose to a person's hand?" Harrys cold furry intensified as he showed him the back where the scars on his hand were before he back handed the cowering man and took out his wand.

The warden screamed in terror and pain as Harry used his wand to slowly cut into the warden's face. Harry was slow and careful, making sure not to cut too deep, but deep enough to cause the most pain. Harry had done this kind of torture prior to his incarceration.

At first Harry was perplexed how he knew these torture techniques and curses, then it dawned on him that he was drawing the information out from Voldemort through their connection. It made turning evil so much easier for Harry.

After Harry was done he took a moment to admire his work properly. There on the warden's face, in bloody but legible script; I MUST NOT TELL LIES! Harry smiled at his work, he liked the poetic justice of it, the toad had caused him pain, now harry would do the same. He had done something similar to this with all his victims that had done him wrong, even the Aurors he had killed.

That brought an amused smile to his face as he remembered how he had killed them with a particularly powerful and nasty incarcerous. Harry decided to do the same to the warden, with a psychotic smile he pointed his wand at the warden as he stood and said "Incarcerous et conteret!" The ropes flew from his wand, wrapping themselves around the warden, and began to crush the warden.

Harry turned with an evil smile as the warden began to scream in pain. He walked back to his master, who gave the younger wizard an amused and slightly impatient look. "Are you ready to leave now?"

Harry held up a finger with his eyes closed in silent contemplation, seeming to be waiting for something. Then there was the sound of bones breaking, a sickening squishing sound, and the warden's screams of pain turned into disgusting gurgles of anguish. Harry smiled lowered his hand, opened his eyes, and put his hood back up, "Now we can go."

The assembled Death Eaters stared gob smacked at how freely this boy was talking to their master, even more so at how the dark lord just chuckled and continued on as if nothing happened. Two things quickly went through their minds A) their master had a new favorite and B) they were going to be taking orders from a soon to be sixteen year old.

AN: I know the changes are mainly cosmetic, but new content will be coming, I promise. Till then, I bid you adieu!