Hello lovely Readers

I'm feeling a little dejected today, mostly because I got a really bad review. I want to let everyone know that I'm only writing this for fun, and yes I have issues with grammar, it's a problem I've always had and always will have. Short term memory problems, seems to do that to people…

As of right now I have no beta reader and probably never will. I don't have close friends who have time to read what I write, and there isn't much of anyone I trust past that so what you see is what you get. I'm sorry if it's a bit meh… But that is possibly just me, other than that my word documents don't seem to be coming up with grammar problems and so they are installed as is. I'm sorry if it is inconvenient for you…

Also keep in mind… not everyone reacts the same way, and there are many outcomes and possibilities that can take place… Rape and Abuse isn't all 'I'm scared so I'm going to be super distant and never allow contact.' Hate to say this but there is more than that category on how people react, especially if it was on going.

Also about Harry being immortal :3 I will reveal if he is or not in a later chapter XD

tdjs: Thanks for the review and I understand so no worries. I have been quite busy myself so sorry this chapter is later than others. I was happy to put that chapter in, because it placed a bit of amusement into the story. Having a light air in an area when, Harry, and his parent's friends were being silly.

Yes, Draco will be showing up a lot more often now. As for Avery I'm going to put him at a distance, while Rookwood will stay aloof about the whole thing. Though, just because some haven't showed their reactions, yet doesn't mean Avery was the only one who thought that way, he was just more vocal about it. –chuckles- Snape on the other hand, I'm not quite sure what I'll do with him, so he will stay in a grey area in my mind for now.

As for Bella :3 there is a reason this chapter is called The Black Storm XD and I hope you enjoy it.

Also my college classes have started back up again, and writing will be slow from here on out until the term ends.

That's it for now folks. I look forward to things you have to say about it. Enjoy!

Things in the story you might want to know.

"Talking/ spells"

'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'

-Parseltongue-

.:Spells:.

Chapter Eleven- The Black Storm

Everything seemed to be in chaos, and it centered, around the death eaters that now packed the halls of the Malfoy Manor. Now safe behind the walls of the manor death eaters started removing their masks. Harry pushed the hood back revealing his long dark hair to people's views. Many who hadn't been at his revealing looked on at him in curiosity. When he slipped his mask off however, as well as the cloth covering the lower half of his face, many eyes grew wide. Steel grey eyes stared around the room at the present death eaters. Bellatrix's eyes widened a fraction obviously not having expected anyone else alive to support the Black family traits, yet here in front of her was one.

Harry looked up at Voldemort who nodded to him and Harry moved from the room. Harry walked down the hall a ways before pausing as he heard Bellatrix. She spoke quite loudly and it drew much attention especially the way she spoke. It was as though the women had the mind set of that of a child, though she was a heck of a lot more deadly than a child could ever be.

"Who was that?" she crooned to someone.

"He goes by the name Orion Black," A voice answered obviously being someone he'd met before, but couldn't place the voice.

"Black? That's impossible Sissy and my cousin are the only ones left."

"Obviously he is and word has it that he is the great, great, grandson of Marius Black."

Harry stayed where he was listening to the rather loud conversation. Then again it may be that it was just loud to him. He may be glamoured from his true form, but it did not mean it lessened any of his natural senses. He could practically imagine the wild hard woman's reaction to that as the conversation seemed to drift off to his finds on squibs. It was interesting to hear the thoughts of others on his research and to be honest he thought that some of the snide comments were unwarranted. The only thing was that Bellatrix seemed to grow more, and more fascinated with him as every bit of information came out of them.

"He is also a powerful ward maker, let alone a magic sensitive. His magic sensitivity however, is unlike any others I've heard of. Most magic sensitives are of a lower key often going as far as sensing and seeing auras. Orion on the other hand sees magic and not just auras. He can tell you and show you his ability through a spell he created. It is quite interesting to see him at work when he creates wards for people."

"Interesting," Bellatrix mused in a pouting way that was more thoughtful than anything.

Harry waited only a few moments longer before walking again. His destination Draco's room and he slipped into the room silently. Draco looked up from the spell book he'd been reading and a smile split his features. Harry couldn't help but answer that smile before sitting on the couch in the room, next to Draco.

"So, how did the raid go?" Draco gave a knowing smirk as though he knew something Harry knew not of.

"It went well. Aunt Bella is back in the safety of the house once again."

"Do you think she will react badly once she finds out you aren't who you say you are."

"It's possible… I mean she is the kind of person who is fiercely loyal to family and our lord. I don't even know if she would even give me a chance to explain that the Potter line has Black genes in it as well. I think however, that Sirius's use of the blood inheritance helped me to look more like they do when the inheritance took place. The dragon in me seems to favor the more regal features of the black family."

"Hmm… Don't worry Orion. I'm sure all will be well," Draco said as his hand landed on Harry's shoulder in comfort.

"I hope so, I mean… you and Bellatrix are the only family I have. Even if we are not directly blood related we are still so none the less," Harry said as he pulled the time turner out of his cloak.

"You have to go now don't you?"

"Yes, I need to show up as Orion in public so no one links me to the attack on Azkaban. Evan Spring will be suspected as well, but it is something to be expected from one living in the Malfoy house hold as a son."

"Do you not think it would be the same for a Black?"

"No… Orion Black was not raised as the others had been. Remember the back ground I came up with for him?"

"Orion was born across seas, in Japan?"

"Yes, and so he will not be easily influenced by the on goings here in Britain."

"Oh! I get it… your living style would be greatly different from the one here."

"Correct, in other words it means that the honor of my Japanese heritage would bind me to the lord in power. Thus, it would currently be Cornelius Fudge, since he is the man in charge of wizarding Britain."

"Huh, never thought of that."

Harry chuckled at that and Draco playfully glared at him, knowing just what thought that went through his head after what he had said. Rising from his seat he looked at Draco and bid him farewell. He used the time turner to go back in time, too around no one, before that night. Once the time turner stopped he looked over to the slumbering Draco, and chuckled at the boy in bed tossed sheets. He hissed in parseltongue to change his guise from Orion to Evan.

Living the day as both males was a tiring thing, but with his dragon blood he found out he could stay awake for a week before his dragon decided it was time to go to sleep. He had found this out after trying to test his limits to certain things. Glancing over at Draco he went over to the male's bed and poked the side of his face causing said boy to make a snuffling snort sound. This caused Harry to laugh out loud as grey eyes looked up at him through hooded lashes to glare at him. He got a fun idea, and wondered if he'd told Draco about the raid ahead of time. He had acted a bit indifferent about the whole thing. Not having given Harry any questions on it in the least.

"Sod off Orion…I'm still tired,"

"Oh come on you aren't happy to see me?"

Draco groaned, "No."

"Aww, come on you don't want to know the details of the raid later?"

That got Draco wide awake, bolting up in bed, "How did it go then?"

"It went splendidly, now come on and get up. We have a busy day today to keep illusions maintained."

Draco got up as Harry sat on the couch to read as Draco got himself ready for the day. Draco gathered his things and slipped into the bathroom. Instead of reading the print before him Harry's mind slipped off to Bellatrix. She was the only black left that he hadn't gotten close to yet. She was a part of not just his own family, but also the Malfoys' and to Sirius. Sirius had always been on his side, and Narcissa had followed only because of extenuating circumstances, that changed not only her mind about him, but everyone else he'd gotten close too as well. Hearing about the crazed women from Narcissa told Harry that she was fiercely loyal, but her loyalty to the dark lord was greater than her loyalty to her family.

Harry sighed and rested the open book in his lap as his head tilted back, besides that he didn't know how she would react to him if she found out his past. So far the only make interaction he even allowed himself to be in the company of is Lucius, Draco, and Tom. His mind wandered to the days before being the creature he was now. He'd always been distant, silent, and observant… he usually never allowed anything from another guy past a hand shake or a shoulder pat and even then he sometimes jerked slightly or became a bit quiet after such interactions' took place.

His reactions with Ron were another factor to put in. He took the others strikes without a word, almost as though he needed to take the hits. Like he deserved to be punished in a sense, but then he lashed out shortly afterwards. His reactions both miffed and scared him, to no end. Though, if he was being honest the fear of being violent was dwindling as his more, dragon like personality started to take over. He wasn't as resigned and had at least a bit more courage each time he told someone about his past. Now, the only issue in his path was Bellatrix Lestrange 'nee Black, since she was crazy for being stuck in Azkaban all those years ago. He'd seen the crazed look in Sirius's eyes before, and even now the man still showed it. The Black families inherited craziness was mostly strong in Bella, while Narcissa and Sirius weren't so much so.

He oddly wondered if he was becoming something like Bellatrix, with the Black insanity. Considering the blood inheritance he got from Sirius when he was a baby, and the fact that the dragon part of him favored the Black family traits, he wondered if it too would be a part of his new mentality. He knew his way of thinking was changing, and so were his emotional reactions. Sighing he looked over to the bathroom door where Draco stood watching him silently.

The blonds eyebrow was raised and the muggle saying 'penny for your thoughts' rang through his mind. Chuckling softly he only shook his head lightly as he looked at the boy, before closing the book he was attempting to read and set it down, on the couch. He walked past Draco as the other male put his pajamas on the bed, neatly folded before following the other male out of the room. Both silently made their way to the living area where Narcissa was sitting with Avery and Rookwood.

"Mother, Dray and I would like to know if we can go to Diagon Alley," Narcissa smiled warmly at them and nodded, before she got up to take them there.

Harry was glad the collar only allowed for the death eaters to see him when he was as Orion Black and not Evan Spring. Voldemort had told him the day after his revealing that he wanted it that way because of Snape. If the man knew he was Evan Spring, then the possibility of him telling the old fool while he was at Hogwarts was high. This led him to telling the dark lord what had happened when he'd gone to have some alone time to himself. Voldemort didn't seem surprised, and he told Harry why he felt he knew the man would react the way he did.

Snape had once loved Harry's mother and had despised his father. Yet he'd gone out of his way to make protection for his family because Lilly had loved them, but had only asked for her life to be spared by the dark lord. Harry knew the dark and light side to Snape's tale to his family, and Harry couldn't help but to have a certain respect for the man. He played both sides to try and protect that which he loved and in the end he'd lost it.

Harry followed Draco and Narcissa to the foyer and she apparated them to Knockturn Alley where they let Harry slip into an alleyway to change his glamour from Evan to Orion once more. Everyone who knew he was Harry was back at the manor 'resting', while Harry's other self was in training with Voldemort for that night. It felt strange for Harry to think there was two of him walking around, but as a later version of himself. He was surprised he hadn't gotten all mixed up with this time traveling thing, especially when he had to do so three times for one day.

Harry sighed, "Thanks Narcissa, I'm glad I could tell you, Lucius, and Draco about the time traveling. Sometimes I wonder if I might get into so much of a tangle with all of this."

Narcissa fondly slimed at him as Draco spoke when they started walking towards Diagon Alley, "So, what happened?"

Harry laughed at Draco's impatience, "Tonight the raid will go splendidly. Our lord decimated the wards splendidly and the Aurors guarding the entrance went down swiftly. We ran into a bit of a grey area with the dementors…"

"You're not still afraid of them are you? I know in third year you were quite put out."

"No, I'm not… I think I overcame that though they still make me uneasy," Harry grimaced.

"That's good."

"Indeed, now… We found a few new followers before we found Aunt Bella…"

"How was she?" Narcissa asked worried about her sister.

"She was… really thin, dirtied and wearing whatever they gave her to wear. Her mentality however… I'm not sure, though it seemed like she has the mentality of a child rather than a hardened warrior."

"Oh, Bella," Narcissa sighed softly.

"So what else happened," Draco asked.

"Well… after that Bellatrix lead us to the rest of the death eaters. We located anyone who wanted to come with us and those who were to light to want to join us stayed behind. Though, I can't guarantee they lived after we left them. Considering none of them had wands to defend themselves against the dementors once we left. They had probably been subjected to the dementors kiss once they were alone. I doubt the re-enforcement Aurors got to them in time… but what puzzles me is there was another group of people there that weren't Aurors. I didn't get to see who they were before I left, but it was just strange that someone who isn't an Auror was there."

"Hmm, do you think it was Dumbledore and whatever people he gathered together?"

"It's possible, but standing so close to our lord to tell him we had succeeded in our mission… I was unable to sense anything other than him, being so near."

"Well I'm sure we'll see them again right?"

"Yeah, I don't doubt that in the least," Harry said as they stepped into Diagon Alley.

Harry took note that there was, quite a few people he recognized. The Weasleys' were all out and about and had Hermione with them as well as Neville and Luna. That seemed odd to Harry since usually Neville and Luna never hung around with them outside of school. Draco seemed to take notice as well, but otherwise ignored them as Draco started to talk to him about the quidditch, matches that would be coming up soon. It was during this discussion that Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley walked over to them while the rest of the others hung back, talking to one another.

"Hello, Mr. Black," Mr. Weasley said to Harry.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley is there something you need to discuss with me or Mrs. Malfoy?" Harry said reminding himself he wasn't Evan so he shouldn't call her mother.

"My wife and I wondered if you could possibly join us tonight for dinner at six. The kids have been, wanting to meet you after I told them about your magic abilities," He explained though, Draco had a look on his features that told him that he didn't like the idea at all.

"It would be my pleasure good sir, but I will have to show up a little late. I have to work on the wards for the Bones' family house, around that time so I will be a bit late," Harry had to keep up his appearance as being a good natured person from across seas.

It was good he'd delved into some books on the Japanese language… well a little that is. Otherwise he would be stuck between a rock and a hard place, and that was something he didn't want to happen this early in the game. Harry wanted to remain a mystery to people, and well out of their thoughts of him ever joining the dark lord as Orion Black. It was expected of Evan Spring since he was being raised by them, but as Orion Black who was an outsider and knew nothing of these things he wouldn't be expected too in the least.

Harry knew he was going to dread doing this, but he had to keep Orion Black out of the lights minds as an enemy. Molly smiled warmly at him as they spoke for a bit longer, before Harry bid them good day. Harry spent more time with Narcissa and Draco, before he had to go and get to work, and by the end of the day Harry was feeling tired. If one was to count that he lived the day twice without sleep then it was natural for someone who was human to be too tired to even move. Though, unlike most, Harry was not human and he dredged up the strength to keep moving. So when he made it finally to the Weasley's house with Narcissa's help he bid her good-bye and turned to the burrow.

Sighing Harry lifted his hand and knocked, who greeted him however, almost had Harry growling at the person, but he kept himself on a tight leash. He allowed only his eyes to narrow slightly but, otherwise nothing more than that. Dumbledore smiled at him, his eyes twinkling behind the glasses upon his nose. Harry felt his skin crawl at the stare and watched as the man just simply looked at him, until he felt the prod to his mental walls. It was only subtle, but Harry sensed it swiftly, and clamped down his mental shields and he frowned.

"If you wish to know something headmaster, then why not ask instead of trying to sneak into my mind," Harry said to the man curtly.

"I'm sorry dear boy, I was only curious," The old man said to him as he motioned Harry to enter. Harry hesitated a moment before entering the house, "The Weasleys' will be with us shortly… You ended up being later than expected."

"I apologize, the ward making tires me out most times and between traveling between jobs and to the ministry to register people's new wards into the filing system is quite tiring both mentally and physically."

"Quite true, how are you liking, it here?" Dumbledore went to touch his shoulder and Harry flinched away from the contact before the man had a chance to touch him.

"Sorry…" He mumbled softly, "But I do not like being touched by those I do not trust."

"It is alright, and you can trust me dear boy. No one here is out to hurt you and you can always rely on us if you get into trouble," He said peering over his spectacles at him, as if he was trying to relay that Harry was in some kind of trouble.

Harry mentally snorted at that, "I thank you, but never the less… There are things I can't change, since they are so deeply ingrained in me. Anyways we have gotten off topic… My stay has been quite nice as of late. The job is exciting and adequate enough for me. I enjoy the ability to help in protecting people through my ward making."

"Good, that is good to hear," Dumbledore smiled that grandfatherly smile and Harry felt the urge to rip the man's face off which had him mentally back tracking.

It seemed his dragon side did not like the man at all and was going as far as putting suggestions in Harry's head that he often used to agree with. Harry and Dumbledore stood in the sitting area for a while before the Weasley's and their company joined them. It seemed like they had put off eating until he had arrived and he oddly wondered if it was all Dumbledore's idea to do so or not. Harry gradually relaxed, regardless on the fact that Dumbledore was there over looking what was going on.

Hermione was asking about his wards, and the way he described the wards made the young which puzzled. Mostly because she never thought that wards could be created the way he made them. Most people tended to believe that wards were all made up of nothing but what most would consider light magic. Harry's own wards were made in a way that they were a twist of different types of magic, slipped all together in a blanketed weave of magic.

He even had Ron laughing at his attempts to create his wards in the beginning. It seemed the male red head was more open to Orion Black then he was Evan Spring and Harry chalked it up to the fact that he was a Black. Considering that Ron never disliked Sirius, and possible felt comfortable with someone of the same relation. Ron was a fickle person and when Harry asked about their time at school, Ron didn't hide his distaste for Evan, who was brought up several times by Hermione and a couple of times by Ginny who had a faint blush on her features.

Obviously the youngest Weasley had been watching him discreetly at school. If he'd thought he hadn't already had enough of her attention as Harry Potter, now he had it in another form as Evan Spring. Quite frankly he didn't want her attention at all, but he was getting it anyways whether he wanted it or not. It was saddening to him that he couldn't sit with his old friends as he used to, but he knew them better now from a new angle. He could never return to those old days no matter how he wished he could.

Neville and Luna even pitched in every now and again when something caught their attention. Harry was still weary of Luna, but she acted as if she didn't know him and wished to truly know him as Orion Black. She once again distracted Hermione from a topic or two with her talks of creatures that not many have ever seen, if even that. The bushy haired girl looked frazzled and kept chastising Luna for making up such stories, which led the girl to arguing with her that they indeed existed.

It was during their discussion of Orion Black's home town back in japan that midnight hit right on the dot. Harry was talking with Hermione when a man, flood into the room. Harry identified him immediately as Kingsley Shacklebolt, an Auror who was highly held for his abilities. He nodded to Mr. Arthur and looked to Harry surprised, but otherwise nodded to him. Obviously Voldemort had been right, people still suspected him because he was a Black rather than the fact that he was not from Britain.

The man spoke to Dumbledore in hushed tones, and Harry listened in on their discussion as he spoke to Hermione once again. He loved his ability to hear softer tones as though he was standing right there with them. It helped him to know just what they were talking about and that it had been about the attack on Azkaban, and that the Aurors were about to move in on the prison. The man also seemed reluctant to let Dumbledore know and to have him and his group 'The Order' assist them.

Dumbledore looked grave and turned to Mr. Weasley and beckoned him over. They all left without another word and he gave Mrs. Weasley a puzzled look. He wasn't the only one, since Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were doing the same thing. She fussed for a moment near the floo her hands fluttering as though she wanted to go after them, before she turned to them and calmed herself.

"I'm sure it's just nothing, no need to worry," She said softly, though her eyes showed her slight frantic feelings.

"If you say so Mrs. Weasley, but it looked rather urgent to me," Harry played it off trying his best, and succeeding, in looking worried.

The got into other discussions before everyone started falling asleep around the room, including Harry who was tired from his long day. He was close to falling asleep in the chair he was in when the floo lit up again and Harry sat up straight. Hermione was rubbing the sleep from her eyes as was Ginny, but Ron was flat out. Snoring away as drool trailed down the side of his mouth onto the armrest of the couch.

Arthur made his way over to Molly, and they whispered before she gasped in horror, "What does this mean?"

"It means he's back."

"Who's back?" Hermione asked before Ginny, who was shaking Ron awake, or Harry could do so.

"The dark lord is back."

"Dark Lord?" Harry asked giving a puzzled look, to play his ignorance on the matter.

"You don't know? I thought you would know since you have been staying with the Malfoys' at their manor."

Harry looked indignant by the accusation in his voice, "I may be staying there, but getting into their affairs is none of my business. I am just a stranger in a house… in a country… that is neither, my home, or my birth place. I wasn't planning on staying there any longer anyways. I just needed a place to stay until I found a place of my own."

Mrs. Weasley elbowed her husband and looked to Harry with a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry dear he didn't mean nothin' by it he, just assumed that you would know since you seem close to them is all."

"I'm sorry, but I do not know as to what is going on," Harry sighed looking frustrated.

"It is alright dear, what my husband meant by the Dark Lord was that there is a very evil wizard who has been brought back. You may have heard about the war that had taken place here in Britain?"

Harry nodded slightly, "Yes vaguely, but everyone has heard of it a bit. Though, it may have changed from person to person."

"Well that war was caused by the same Dark Lord that has appeared today."

"Wait I thought someone said he had died. If that is true then how did he come to be?"

"It is true he passed from this world back then as for how he came to be again, we are entirely unsure is to how that even happened. I'm sure Dumbledore might know, but he is busy right now."

Harry as there thinking putting up a front that showed he was in deep thought over what had been said. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, messing up the long black hair tied tight in a thick braid. His steel grey eyes seemingly unfocused, while on the inside he was weary on how to precede in their company. Eventually he just blinked tiredly and ran his fingers over his face in a sleepy gesture.

"This is a lot to take in and believe, I have no doubt what you say is true, but I, need more information to make an educated summation of what is truly going on. Right now however I am too tired to think it through right now, so if you'll excuse me I will return back to the manor and begin researching this… Dark Lord," He gave an exhausted expression.

"Oh you don't have to go I'm sure we can find a place for you to rest here," She said to him.

"No it is okay. You seem to have a full house as it is," He glanced over to Neville and Luna who had been silently reading in the corner before Mr. Weasley had returned, "Besides, I have not brought anything with me and I had promised Narcissa that I would not be staying too late." He looked to the clock and grimaced, "And it seems I have done the exact opposite of what I promised. Can I use your floo real quick?"

"Oh sure dear go right ahead," Mrs. Weasley fussed slightly before leaving him to make his fire-call and started shooing the others to their rooms for the night.

Harry spoke with Narcissa who told him she would be there shortly. While he waited he spoke with Mr. Weasley a moment more before he excused himself to go outside to Narcissa who was waiting patiently. She smiled gently at him before, she Apparated with him back to the manor, though not into the foyer like he thought she would, but into Harry's room itself. Harry sighed and looked to her with a smile.

"Orion you must get some rest you look like you are walking dead on your feet."

"Yes, I feel just like that, but I must report to him, regardless of my tired appearance."

"Do be careful…"

"You know me, careful isn't a part of my life and never will be," He chuckled, before leaving the room with her to the foyer where Lucius was waiting for him.

It was around then that he noticed the Manor was quiet, "Where is everyone."

"Our lord had moved those we gathered today to his manor, since there is the possibility the Aurors wil be dropping by to see if they are stowed away here," Lucius said to him.

"So we are meeting him at his manor then?"

"Yes, he has called a meeting and I have been ordered to only arrive when you got back."

"Okay, let's get going then," Harry said tiredly.

Lucius apparated both himself and Harry to Riddle Manor, he steadied Harry who wavered a bit on his feet. Lucius looked at him with worry only to have Harry wave it off with a light smile. They both proceeded to the same room the ritual had taken place those few months ago. Harry took a breath and straightened before masking his tiredness. He strode into the room, as several heads turned to look. Possibly wondering just who in their right mind would be late to the Dark Lord's meeting, as Harry and Lucius walked down the row leading from the door to the middle of the room, showing the divide of the lather large group there among the room.

"Orion, Lucius, it's a pleasure to have you both joining us," Voldemort practically purred.

Lucius and Harry went down on one knee showing respect to the Dark Lord. Bellatrix laughed form somewhere and there were a few dark chuckles from others as well. Harry really didn't like being like this, and he didn't like the fact that others were judging his tardiness to being something other than their lord's bidding. Not to mention it was to keep himself from being suspected as to what is taking place, and that he was even a part of it all.

"Rise Orion come to my side," He said before turning crimson eyes to Lucius, "Lucius you have done well return to your place on the inner circle."

Harry rose and made his way to Voldemort's side before turning to face the others in the room. Shock flickered over the faces that hadn't been there at his unveiling. Bellatrix was among them, but a wicked smile was split over her features. In short it made Harry feel a little chill run up his spine, which was weird since not very many people ever made his skin crawl like she did. Shaking off the strange feeling, he glanced over at the Dark Lord who was wearing a dark grin on his features.

"This is Orion Black as some of you have come to know him," He said as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "And he is a vital piece in this war then even you can imagine. Few of you have been privy to a knowledge others do not and I plan to keep most of you in the dark about it, until I deem it the right time too."

Voldemort was gently stroking a strand of hair at the side of Harry's face when one Death Eater spoke out, "M'lord surely you do not trust a foreigner in these affairs…"

Voldemort lifted an elegant brow, "Trust, Macnair? How can you… one of my own followers no less, talk of trust? None of you came for me the only ones who did…" He trailed off and called out Barty and Wormtail, "Wormtail found me, though it was fear that moved him to do so and not loyalty." The pathetic man sniveled and cowered under Voldemort's glare, "Young Barty has helped me greatly, for he gathered the necessary items I needed for my resurrection. The only issue was that the key ingredient had gone missing and I had to change my plans."

Harry wanted to flinch, but did not do so, "After weeks of searching for the key to my resurrection I young Barty stumbled across a very powerful wizard who would help our cause. I sent Nagini after him to recruit him to our cause, but it seemed he'd already planned on coming to me before he'd ever consciously made his decision. Orion soon joined me at my side, and he became the key to my resurrection. He is the reason I stand here before you now, he has a higher honor then any of you here today and he has given up much to get us to this point, even his health and sanity to do so."

He glanced at Harry his eyes narrowed slightly and Harry knew the other man knew of his tired state, "You will give him the proper respect that he deserves and you will treat him like you would treat me." The hidden threat made everything still in the people gathered in the room, "As of right now we will lay low. The Aurors will be on high alert and gathering our forces and building it will make our cause be readily at hand. We will wait until the right time to announce to the wizarding world that we are back and this time around nothing will stop us."

"My Lord what of the Potter boy?" a third tier death eater asked.

"He is of no consequence," Voldemort smiled, "If you have seen the news, the boy has vanished and has not contacted even the light of his existence. There for we will not worry about him and he does not stand in my way in this war anymore."

This was quite true in a manner of speaking, since Harry dropped his name sake and is literally not in his way, but is simply standing beside him through it all. Harry watched as emotions flickered across some people's faces while others stayed silently, stoic such as Snape and Lucius. As Voldemort spoke on about his plans for those within the ministry Harry took comfort in the Dark Lord's magic which always seemed to roll off him like dark intoxicating tendrils. His eyes became half lidded and his steel grey eyes shimmered lightly as he stood there exhausted.

"Now the rest of you may leave… my inner circle will stay behind for further information," Those that weren't needed left the roof, speaking softly amongst themselves and stealing glances in Harry's direction. Once alone the Dark Lord spoke up again, "My inner circle… some of you have been granted insight on my reasons for Orion here to be a part of our cause, while others had not. Avery, Lucius, Snape, Nott, and Rookwood all know which that I speak of." The rest of the inner circle looked at said people before looking back at their lord, "A few members of the other tears as well know of what I speak of. Now you all will be a part of it, and no one else," He said as he slipped his hand over Harry's collar.

They all stiffened at the sound of parseltongue being used by their Lord, none of them used to the sound coming from his lips, -Reveal and Bind-

Harry's appearance melted away and at first Harry's face was down turned enough that his eyes were hidden from view. His wings pealed themselves from the tattoos on his back, flexing outwards as his tail thumped heavily against the ground. Pointed ears peaked out and away from his head as gasps of surprise filled the room, but what got them all startled was the vivid Avada Kedavra green eyes that glittered at them when Harry raised his head to look at them. The look on Bellatrix's face was caught between horror, anger, and surprise. It was obvious even in this form that he supported the Black family features and she was putting puzzle pieces together in her head slowly.

"Little Potter," She cooed with a pout on her features, "come to play with the big kids?" She smiled a dangerous glint in her eyes.

A few of the other death eaters had pulled out their wands, and Harry's reaction was instantaneous. A growl lifted from his throat and filled the air before he was away from the Dark Lord's side and gripping Mulciber by the throat and lifting him off the ground. Harry's dragon side obviously had enough with people pointing their wands at him. On top of that Harry was really tired and his dragon didn't take kindly to being threatened even in a slightly weakened state. Harry looked Mulciber straight in the eye and he hissed a dragon like his that had the man shivering in his grasp at the sound of it.

"I am sick and tired of people's reaction to my presence… is to point their wands at me," He tightened his grip on the man's throat a bit and he dropped his wand to grasp at Harry's wrist in a failed attempt to try and keep level in his grasp, "I have half a mind to kill you, but it would be against our lord's best interest if I did so." He set Mulciber back on his feet and the man started to gasp for air as he stepped back away from Harry.

Harry glanced at the others only to narrow their eyes on them, noting none of them had lowered their wands yet. At this point even Bellatrix had her wand out, eyes excited like she was waiting for the command to kill him. A black storm was building in her eyes and he could see it coming from a mile away. Everyone stood there as Mulciber picked up his wand again, but this time did not raise it to Harry, not wanting the dragon's wrath on him again.

Snape spoke up, "Fools put your wands down, have you forgotten what our lord as spoken to use about. If harm were to come to him you would suffer a fate worse than death."

At that thought those with their wands up put them down, all except Bellatrix whose eyes were flashing with a dark storm that almost burned like fire. Harry's eyes locked with hers and he felt that chill run down his spine again. He could see her anger and mistrust, as she was more inclined to take him out more than anyone. He may support the Black family traits, but she did not recognize him as anything other than Harry Potter.

"Bella, put your wand down," Voldemort demanded in a sharp tone.

She looked over to him wide eyed, "but my lord he-"

"It's okay my lord, this… is something that needs to be done," Harry said looking over at him and Voldemort's eyes flashed over to him. He could see the anger there that Harry was allowing this to happen and he knew if Harry got killed or severely hurt he would not hesitate to take it out on Bellatrix's hide.

Bellatrix cackled before she unleashed a spell, which Harry countered with a, none verbal spell. The witch having dropped into a, predator like stance ready to pounce, her prey at any moment. Rosier and Rodolphus, stepped back as spells started to race through the air between the two combatants. Bellatrix laughed out as she made Harry dodge a, .:Confringo:., before it could hit it's mark. Harry's wings stayed tucked up behind his back to keep them from becoming targeted key points to his person.

Though, he was pretty sure not much could harm the scale armored wings that classed his feathers in place on the appendages, -Diffindo-.

Bellatrix yelped slightly when the severing charm only seemed to nick her arm, having dodged it enough that she was lucky only that had happened and that she hadn't lost her arm in the process. Wide silver grey eyes looked at him in surprise obviously having thought the Boy-Who-Lived, wouldn't use spells that could harm someone. Considering his famously used spell was the disarming spell. Harry's eyes looked at her cold and calculatingly, and Bella's response to the severing charm was few dangerous spells of her own such as .:Expulso:. and .:Flagrate:. Though, when she really got serious she started using, .:Avada Kedavra:. Into the mix, which Harry became weary of instantly.

Harry rolled out of the way of a jet of magic that looked almost neon purpled in color. As they battle drew on the more the dark haired woman became angrier, "Ickle Potter, you dare take the name of the noble house of Black?"

"I did not take it, since it is a part of who I am," he said as he threw up a ward to block a very nasty Hex from reaching him.

He was tired, and his limbs started to feel heavy to him, "Oh? How so then, little Potter?"

"Sirius," That was the only thing he had to say for her to understand.

"My cousin?" she laughed and it resounded off the walls of the almost empty room, "he has made the game fun now." He grin was wide as the madness clicked through her eyes, before she stepped up her game.

Her attacks came more readily and with powerful strokes of her wand she forced Harry to dodge more often, forgoing his shielding wards in favor of simply avoiding her spells. His enhanced speed helped him to avoid most of the spells sent towards him. However, in his tired state a nasty severing hex was sent his way when he almost lost his balance, and he threw up a ward only for the hex to go through it and hit him in the chest. He was lucky that the ward had banished most of the attack or he wouldn't be standing.

None the less it hurt like hell, and it looked like someone took a couple swords to his chest in a slashing 'X' motion. Harry looked down at his chest and looked up slowly to Bellatrix who was laughing maniacally at him, sticking out her tongue lightly to bite on it. Harry's eyes narrowed and hardened like Jade jewels and a dangerous hiss left his mouth that caused her to still before a barrage of spells headed her way.

"Thashill," Harry shouted.

Thashill was spell he'd created shortly after helping Voldemort come into power. The spell was one that could rip skin off the targeted area. It was a rather messy spell that caused a lot of blood loss. It would also cause a burning feeling as though the skin had been burned off by acid. Though when the spell hit a surface that wasn't made of flesh the object would melt like acid had been splashed upon it. This is exactly what happened when Harry's spell had been dodged, by Bellatrix. A hole appeared in the flooring just behind her, Harry having aimed at her feet in a vicious attempt to down her.

Bella paused and looked from the melted hole in the floor to Harry who was readying to cast another spell of his making. Bella started to realize now she was on the run from quick spell casting that was faster than her own. Vicious growls left Harry's parted lips, as they drew back away from sharp pointed canines that elongated in a threatening way. The previous Harry from before having vanished under the weight of his dragon side not liking to be challenged the way Harry was being challenged.

Bella dodged another severing curse that slashed, at her legs, cutting them slightly as she dashed away from the curse before it could do much damaged to her. Harry's own wounds seemed to heal at a slower rate than most dragons but, still fast enough to show the power of it. The wounds crusting over and starting to flake as he moved, and dodged attacks. Both, having been trained by the dark lord, one being inventive and cunning in his attacks, while the other had years of practice and a cynical way about her attacks.

Before long however, Bella started to tire while Harry seemed un-phased by the physical excursion of it all. One particular spell had he being blasted backwards into the wall, immediately causing her to crumple to the floor as Harry advanced upon her like the predator he seemed to be. Before he could reach her, however, Voldemort grabbed him and forcibly held him against his chest. Completely capable of holding the boy in place with little to no problems as the boy snarled his protest.

"Calm yourself my little dragon, all is well," he said as he stroked his finger nails along his scalp roughly, showing his slight anger and yet pleasure at the fact that his little dragon had won the fight.

Bella whimpered on the floor her wand away from her person, and out of reach from her grasp. She had lost fair and square, and if it hadn't been for the Dark Lord intervening than the woman would be dead at Harry's feet right about now. Voldemort continued his words to the boy, until he calmed and the growls and soft hisses subsided. Harry's body went lax as he returned to his senses, mentally and emotionally exhausted to the point that it made him seem almost physically exhausted, which was not the case in the least.

Voldemort looked to Snape and Lucius, "Get her out of here and to her room… also, Lucius, Harry will be staying here tonight."

"Yes my Lord, will you be joining the festivities tomorrow?" Lucius asked.

Voldemort remained silent as he stroked Harry's hair gently, "I believe I will be."

"I will let my wife know and have the usual area set up away from the party goers," Lucius said as he bowed at his waist, before helping Snape in getting Bella out of there and to a room within the manor for her to stay in.

Everyone trailed out of the room as they were dismissed, and looks were thrown Harry's way. He knew that in the end he would never gain everyone's friendship, but that was to be expected. He had to prove himself to them and he would gladly show them proof that he was worthy of their Lord's praise.

"I should punish you for that stunt, Harry," Voldemort hissed into his ear, "I will not have them testing my patients of words. Next time I will not sit idly by. I only did so now, because you had a reason to do so." He growled as he tilted Harry's head back a little roughly, "Remember Harry I give you freedom, but I can also take it away."

Harry stared up at him and whimpered softly, his dragon side submitting to what it saw as the dominant being. Voldemort loosened his grip on Harry's hair and rain his fingers along the side of his face, humming as he did so. Harry's eyes drooped as he relaxed, after the anger in Voldemort seemed to pass after the words were said. Something about the man's eyes seemed different. Though, Harry couldn't place it, he was too tired to think about what was different about Voldemort's eyes.

Voldemort apparated the both of them, to his room as he cradled Harry close to him. The young dragon, not having much time to think about anything other than sleep as his mind started to shut down at that moment. He could have sworn he heard the man chuckle, but it was lost to him as his whole being slipped into the land of dreams without much of a fight left in him to do so.

Next Chapter- Paws, Teeth, and Fire

Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!