No! This story has not been abandoned! Although a two year hiatus must certainly seem that way ^.^" My apologizes! Thank you everyone who is returning to the story and anyone new. I have been seeing everyone's recent reviews and story follows and favorites and I cannot thank you enough for the support. It's hard to realize that I started this story 4 years ago, but now I am here, a freshman in college. And I am hoping I can keep the chapters rolling and that you all continue to enjoy. Thank you.

"Normal Speech"
'Parseltongue'
'thoughts'
"Emphases"
'Mental Speech'

"Great.. just what I wanted. Breakfast with my worst enemy.

There's no way this could go bad."

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Harry placed a hand on the stone wall of the shower, leaning his weight against it as the hot water trailed down his body as though he were the mold for a cascading waterfall. He, like many men, was never too fond of taking hot showers. Harry preferred a refreshing cool shower to wake him up, and get him ready for the day. However there was no way to get ready for a day like this. He was here, inside the home of his greatest enemy, the man who destroyed his life and wanted Harry dead since the day he was born. He was tense, unnerved, and in utter disbelieve. This was not how things ware meant to go. Voldemort should be dead now and Harry should be with his friends at Hogwarts, getting ready for a new age to unfold. Everything had shattered right in front of his eyes. Dumbledore was wrong, Harry himself was wrong. If he had not been so selfish for life, Harry could have killed himself before Voldemort got him and then the others could kill Voldemort. But it was too late for that.

Harry leaned forward to rest his head on the stone wall as well, eyes closed thinking. Just thinking about what he had gotten himself into. He really did have a hero complex. Did he really do the right thing though? There was no oath spoken between the two of them, so how would Harry really know if the promise was being kept? And would living in an empire ruled by Voldemort really be better then death? If Harry knew anything about his peers it was that they would fight. They would fight until they died, they would break Voldemort's promise for him.

Harry realized he was being selfish. He didn't even make the decision based on what would be better for his friends, but what Harry himself wanted. Harry wanted everyone to live, because he did not want to lose anyone else he knew, even though many of those people would rather die then bow to Voldemort when they've gotten such a beacon of hope that has once again fueled them for freedom from Voldemort's tyranny.

The shower stops and Harry stood up straight, for a moment he relaxed, but the moment quickly left him as he remember he was expected in the Dining Hall to eat breakfast with Voldemort. Most likely because Gering told him that he wasn't eating. His appetite was just... gone. He thought about not eating just to annoy Voldemort, but now he realized he really just wasn't hungry. He dreaded this place, yet he knew that here he technically was safe; safe from everyone except Voldemort of course.

Exiting the bathroom Harry saw the clothes Gering had set out for him. Black trousers, a white button-up long sleeved shirt, black shoes and some boxers. They were simple, but when Harry got closer he noticed that they were extremely soft, and of high quality. He couldn't help but laugh. Here he was, against his will, being forced to eat breakfast with his enemy, and said enemy was supplying him with nice clothes and a nice room. He changed slowing, trying to drag out the inevitable breakfast he will have to attend. But, at last, he couldn't drag it out forever.

Harry opened his door, half expecting Gering to be there to lead him to the dinning hall. But no one was there, just the empty hallway.

"Ger-" Harry was cut short when he felt a pull. He recognized it from the other day that had lead him to Voldemort. For a moment Harry realized he had been here 3 days now, but quickly closed the door behind and began following the pull. He eventually made his way a large staircase which the magical pull lead him down. further down the hall he saw another grand staircase. 'How many floors of this giant ass place are there?' He wondered momentarily, stopping for a moment before he felt the pull tug a bit, as though it was getting impatient. Harry eventually made his was to a grand doorway, it looked similar to the one he was lead to before, but the area was decorated differently and the faint smell of food drifted through the door.

The room had a large table, easily large enough to fit over 30 people. The wall opposite of the door was covered in large windows that revealed what looked to be large courtyard or garden. On the right side of the room was a large fire place, unlit, the stone has serpents carved into it. To his left sat Voldemort at the head of the table, watching Harry as he surveyed the room. Voldemort was wearing an outfit very similar to Harry's, however instead of a white button-up shirt, Voldemort wore a dark green, nearly black, one.

"Good morning, little Horcrux. Since you have decided to not eat at all yesterday, you shall eat with me. Everyday, for all meals if need be. You may not die from starvation, but that does not mean I am going to allow you to weaken yourself in the process. Now sit." Voldemort waved his hand at the chair to his right and it pulled itself out just enough for Harry to slide into.

As Harry did, Gering appeared with two plates of food. On Harry's plate was 2 sunny-side up eggs, a small stack of 2 pancakes, a few pieces of sausage, a small bowl of starfruit, grapes, and apple slices, and a glass of orange juice appeared next to his plate. Some maple syrup and butter appeared between the two wizards. Voldemort's plate had the same as Harry's. "Please enjoy Masters." Gering bowed to the two. "Thank you Gering." Harry said softly and Gering disappeared with a soft pop. Harry slowly began to eat his food, his stomach still having no appetite.

He could feel Voldemort's eyes watching his, his scar hurting slightly from the proximity, but not as much as it normally has before.

"My Horcrux, you need to eat more then that. If the food is not to your liking then Gering will make you something else. But you will not leave this table, or my presence, until you eat a full meal." The Dark Lord said, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Harry had not missed how Voldemort said 'my horcrux' in parseltongue.

"The food is very well done. I do not have much of an appetite at the moment is all." Harry said, trying to keep his voice neutral and hide his frustrated at the older wizard's current overbearing behavior.

"Get use to the overbearing behavior. You're mine Harry. And I do not let what belongs to me destroy itself."

"Stay out of my head." Harry half snarled at the man.

"Then do what you're told and I may grant you some privacy." The man replied before finishing his dinner, Harry following suit in order to get away from him.

The Dark Lord stood and made his was to the door in compete silence, but turned to Harry as the boy was standing up. "I will be gone from the manor for the rest of the day. You will eat all the food Gering brings you or I will be informed. The library will be open to you if you wish to do something with your time rather then sulk in your room like you've been petrified." He spoke monotone and then left the room. After a few moment he felt the wizard's presence vanish from the manor.

Gering appeared next to Harry and vanished the plates with a snap of his fingers. "Was everything to Master Harry's liking?"

"Yes Gering, it was wonderful. Thank you." The house elf bowed low. "Can you take me to the library Gering?"

"Of course Master Harry. This way."

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The group had arrived at the safe house they were told of. It was a small townhouse, and only contained 2 rooms. Luna, Ginny and Hermione took the bedroom upstairs, the boys taking the one on ground level.

"So how are we going to find him?" Neville asked as they said around the table in the kitchen of the house.

"I have some ideas, but none of them are the greatest." Ginny said tentatively, her voice somewhat quiet as though the whole world would hear them otherwise.

"We will come up with as many ideas as we can, and then figure out which ones would be the best to work with." Hermione said, getting out some parchment and a quill.

"I hate this..." Ron mumbled to himself.

"We all do Ron, but this is not something we can rush into head first. We need a plan, we know Vo- He-Who-Must-Be-Named will not kill Harry yet, but if we rush in head first into the unknown and get ourselves captured... then we will be killed and Harry would be doomed." Hermione told him, resting her hand on his. The morning rays of the sun shined brightly though the window, giving an uplifting scene surrounding them despite the subject at hand.

A few hours passed and the sun was high in the sky. "I'll make us some food." Hermione said, venturing over to the fridge and cabinets, searching for any food. They had begun to create a list, but many of the things listed on there were either impossible to do, or just childish and useless. They all were a bit frustrated. They had all just experienced trauma, watched those they love die, and know that the ones they love are out there continuing to fight. But they needed to push through this for Harry. He was the glue that kept all of them together, and they all loved and cared about him. He was their family as they were his. Even if this ended in their deaths they were all willing to take the risks. They would try till their last breaths.

Hermione called to them from the other side of the kitchen. "We do not really have any food. So two of us should go to a town and get some."

"Where are we anyways?" Ginny ask, getting up and walking over to the window, seeing the fast flower filled field that seem to stretch endless for miles.

"Caps et Marais d'Opale Natural Regional Park in France." She replied, walking over to join Ginny by the window.

"WAIT! What the bloody hell are we doing in France! I thought we were still in the UK at least! How are we suppose to help Harry from here!" Ron's fists collided with the table.

"This is the safest place for us to be and plan to rescue Harry. Here we do not have to worry about hiding from Death Eaters constantly. And here at least, Britain is right across the Strait of Dover. We are close enough, yet far enough away." Hermione explain, hoping this would at least calm Ron down, which it did for the time being.

"There is a muggle town near here then Hermione?" Luna said, having kept quiet for most of the morning. Even now her voice held its dreaming, carefree quality. Hermione nodded. "I'll come with you if you'd like. I've never been to a muggle market."

The two left shortly afterwards, leaving the other two to continue brainstorming and make sure the house was protected.

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Although Harry hated this place, the library was absolutely amazing. He had never been much of a reader, but his boredom had changed all of that. The library was larger then that at Hogwarts, Harry was sure if Hermione was here she would never leave. There were two levels to the library, and Harry sat up on the second level near the window. A small yet interesting book on the table in front of him. It was a fairy tale, an old fairy tale, but still a very good one. It was written about 300 years ago and it was about a young wizard who had been abandon in the woods as a baby and was raised by a lone centaur. Eventually his older sister finds him and brings him bad to civilization. He was heir to the throne of a very powerful kingdom and his sister tries helping him become the perfect Prince. However his brother was suppose to take the throne and now is trying to kill his big brother.

That's how far Harry was in the story, and he was only a quarter of the way through!

Gering popped in next to Harry, although he hadn't notice until Gering spoke. "Gering brought food for Master Harry."

Harry, suddenly ripped from his story universe was silently for a second before remembering where he was; in the library of Voldemort, who had instructed he eat all food he was given before he was forced to eat ALL meals with the elder wizard. Something Harry desperately wanted to avoid.

"Thank you Gering." Harry finally spoke and the house elf disappeared. Gering had brought him 2 turkey sandwiches, a small garden salad and a glass of water. While Harry did want to be enjoy things provided to him by Voldemort, Gering's food was just amazing. And who wouldn't rather enjoy forbidden fruit away from his enemy than with him.

Harry went back to ready the story. For now he wants nothing more then to forget the real world and continue to pretend as though he existed in his new found fairy tale. A sweet blissful fantasy.

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