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It was obvious to Draco Malfoy that Hogwarts was going into a state of emergency. Potter had just vanished right out of thin air. His two friends Longbottom and Granger who had been walking behind him as they got off the train said to the professors that Potter went to pick something and just vanished.

As soon as they told that to Dumbledore the Headmaster had called an emergency staff meeting in the teacher's lounge. No doubt they were discussing how he could just disappear as well as to where he could have went.

The thing with Draco was that he had been walking next to the student who dropped the thing that Potter grabbed onto. Nott had been out of it for some time ever since his father died so when Draco sent him a letter over the break asking how he was doing, Nott's reply was that he would be better soon since his father would be avenged.

Draco had no idea what Nott had meant at the time, but as he had been walking next to the other Slytherin boy he could see Nott was looking around behind him almost as if he was waiting for someone to walk behind him.

Then when he saw what Draco now assumed was Potter, Nott had pulled something out of his bag and said what Draco assumed to be an address to a house before he dropped what he had been holding.

So if Draco had to guess whatever had been dropped was a portkey.

Now the only question was: what should he do with this knowledge? Nott had not been someone he was close with, rather someone he just happened to be dorm mates with. Nott really kept to himself along with Blaise. It was safe to assume he did it because he wanted revenge against the muggles for what they did to his father, and he could understand that anger, but was kidnapping their ward really the best way to go about it? And if they ever found out the other boy would be in serious trouble. Hell he would be in serious trouble if they found out he knew and said nothing about it.

That was when Esdeath's words to him about him being stronger than his father came back to him. She had told him it was his own life to live and he should start making his own choices. Could he really be better than his father?

Instead of heading back to the dorms as the professors had instructed he made his way to the teacher's lounge. As he got there the door opened to allow the professors to come filing out. Most of the teachers went off their own ways but five seemed to stay behind to talk further. They were Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Ran, and Esdeath.

Walking up to the group of teachers his head of house spotted him. "Mr. Malfoy," Snape spoke. "What are you doing here when you should be in the common room?"

"Sorry Professor," Draco said. "I just needed to talk to Professor Esdeath for a moment." Esdeath looked at him with a raised brow.

"Very well Draco," she said. "What is it you wished to speak with me about?"

"Well I um, think I know what happened to Potter," Draco said.

"You do?" Dumbledore said as he walked over to the boy. "Please Draco if you know you must tell us."

"I believe he was talking to me Headmaster," Esdeath said with her icy tone in place. Dumbledore looked over his shoulder at the woman who was glaring at him. He seemed to get the message and backed off from Draco.

"You see," Draco began, "I think it was a protkey. I was walking next to a student and they said something like an address. I saw Potter grab it and then he was gone." Esdeath stared straight into his eyes as if to detect any trace of a lie in what he had said. He knew that she knew he was leaving out the name of the student, but she didn't press the issue.

"Did you happen to hear the name of this address?" she asked.

"I think it sounded something like Riddle House," Draco told her.

Dumbledore who had backed off to the side spoke up again, "Of course, his father's house."

"Care to fill us in on what that is Headmaster?" Esdeath asked.

"The Riddle House is the house of Voldemort's father," Dumbledore told her. "It would appear that Voldemort has captured Harry." McGonagall let out a gasp while Esdeath and Snape showed no visible reaction. "Minerva, Severus," Dumbledore addressed the two. "Please alert the Order we must act quickl-,"

"That won't be necessary Headmaster," Esdeath cut him off. "We'll spare you the trouble and take care of this matter ourselves."

"Madam you do not understand just how dangerous this man is," Dumbledore said.

"He does not understand just how dangerous we are," Esdeath countered. "Ran if you would go and alert everyone back at the Capital." Ran nodded and went to go use the floo network.

"So you just plan to storm the house is that it?" Dumbledore asked.

"We're working under limited time," Esdeath said. "Besides I'm confident me and my comrades can handle it."

"You mean to kill?" Dumbledore asked.

"I believe that is quite clear," Esdeath said not even bothering to deny it. "It seemed to work just fine with the Ministry."

"So that's your solution to everything?" Dumbledore asked sounding indignant. "Just go and murder people? What kind of a message will that send?"

"We're dealing with a man who only knows violence," countered Esdeath. "If you really feel that strongly against the idea try and stop us."

There was a tense few minutes where it looked like neither Dumbledore or Esdeath was going to back down. Finally Dumbledore gave a frustrated sigh and walked away. There wasn't a doubt in Draco's mind, he had done the right thing. Not just because he had just played a role in saving a life, but because Esdeath clearly seemed more dangerous than any dark lord.

Harry could feel himself regaining consciousness. He tried to move only to find that he had his hands and feet bound to a statue that rested upon a headstone of sorts. He was relieved to feel that his Imperial Arms were still on him, but he was tied so tight that his arms were pinned right to the stone. There was no way he would be able to use them much to his advantage.

Looking around he saw that he was in some sort of graveyard. There was a house a distance away resting on top of a hill, and a few people wearing masks were circled around a cauldron. One of the masked figures noticed he was awake and told one of the others. They soon went running up to the house on the hill and returned a few moments later with three new people, one of which was holding something wrapped in blankets.

"Do it now," an all too familiar voice spoke from the blankets. The figure that appeared to be a woman care cully lowered the thing into the cauldron. Once she had done that an unmasked man with a goatee began to speak.

"Bone of the father," he said raising his wand to the ground just below Harry exploded as a bone flew out and into the cauldron. "F-flesh of the servant." The man raised a knife to his hand and with a swift downwards cut severed in from his body and he cried out in pain.

Harry saw the man begin to approach him. He tried to struggle his way out, but it was to no avail. "Blood of the enemy," the man said as he cut the palm of Harry's hand. The man walked back to the cauldron and tapped the knife to allow Harry's blood to drip into it, turning the water to a deep red.

Fire soon engulfed the top of the liquid and steam began to rise up. Harry prayed that the thing that they put in there had drowned, but it would seem fate was not on Harry's side today.

From the steaming liquid a pale bald head could be seen poking just the surface. A hand soon followed to grip the cauldron's side to allow this new figure to rise.

Once he had emerged fully one of the people moved forward and draped the man with black robe. The man seemed to take a few breaths in as he flexed his fingers as if to get a feel for the body he now possessed. He let out a content sigh and the people bowed and kneeled before him.

The man turned to face Harry who instantly recognized his unique features from the slit nose, the pale complexion, and snake like red eyes. Voldemort had returned.