Harry hated waking up in this place.

As he opened his eyes, he felt the back of his shoulders, which felt sore and bruised. Hitting that wall last night hadn't been too good for him.

He rolled over painfully, and swung his legs over the bed, whilst rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Looking up, he noticed the table beside his bed had…his wand!

He stared at it for a second, thinking it was an illusion, then moved closer and picked it up, smiling slightly as he felt the magic soar back into him.

What he didn't realise was that he wasn't alone in the room.

Barty watched Harry pick up his wand from behind his invisibility cloak, and saw the way the boy smiled. This was good…Harry had obviously thought it was a trick…Maybe he would trust 'them' more now.

He moved closer to Harry, being careful to not make a sound.

Harry looked around and walked past Barty, stopping to stand in front of the Slythrin banner.

He stood for a while, looking at banner with interest before looking at the floor.

Barty watched Harry curiously, standing a few metres to the side of him, before the boy suddenly gasped and fell to the floor, holding his scar.

Barty was tempted to run over to him and pull him up for a moment, then decided against it. Anyway, if this boy was going to become a dark wizard and join forces with them, he was going to have to learn to fend for himself.

Harry didn't know what on earth he had just felt…It was obvious that Voldemort was feeling happy though…

Harry clenched his fists. He was going to get out of here. Today. Now. He picked himself off the floor, and paused as he felt for the door handle. Pulling his hand back, he took out his wand and tapped it hesitantly on the handle, checking for spells.

Nothing happened.

He opened it and dashed out, running down the stairs and opening the front door before you could say 'Quaffle."

Barty ran after him, trying to be conspicuous.

Harry stood in the middle of the graveyard, looking around in every direction, looking for a good place to head for.

He couldn't see any towns, or villages. He was in the middle of nowhere.

"Crap..." He whispered, before walking towards a large forest nearby.

Barty decided that maybe being invisible wasn't the best idea now, so he flung off the cloak, before walking after Harry.

Harry sensed there was some one behind him and quickened his pace.

"There isn't any use running from it. From us." Said Barty, casually striding along after Harry.

Harry frowned. If he could, he would have turned and shot Barty with the Avada Kedavra curse, but he fought the urge to, knowing it wasn't right.

"I know exactly what you're going through, Harry." Piped up Barty from behind him.

"No you don't! Get away from me!" yelled Harry angrily, pushing some bushes aside so he could get through.

Barty followed suite.

"Harry, you can't get away from here. Its impossible."

"It is possible, and I will."

"Harry, come back with me, or face the consequences."

Harry turned around furiously on Barty, and Barty could see the boy was struggling to not to curse him.

"What consequences?" he asked.

Barty shrugged then grinned boyishly.

"For me to know and you to find out."

Harry glared at him before turning back to where he was walking and carrying on.

Barty followed again.

As Harry started to near the outskirts of the forest he felt something strange, and before he realised it, he had slammed into some sort of invisible barrier.

"What the-" he murmered, rubbing the back of his head and using his other hand to feel what was meant to be in front of him. Barty chuckled from behind, and walked over to Harry's side, grabbing Harry's arm in a tight grip.

"Time to go back."

Harry shook his head.

"If you think for one second that I'm actually going to go back to that hellhole you are severely mistaken."

Barty frowned, staring coldly at Harry before talking.

"You are going to come with me now. We are going to talk."

Harry snorted and tried to back away.

"You sound just like my godfather." He said, then realising his mistake, he looked at the ground, something weird about the way his eyes darkened.

Barty was shocked. The boy had just compared him with his godfather…but also, Barty had just learned something…this kid had some problems surrounding Sirius.

His eyes had darkened, a look that overcame Barty a lot in his life. He almost smiled at the teenager.

…Almost.

Pulling Harry after him, he walked back through the forest.

"You know Harry, you have some talent…I don't see why you don't want to use it. Learn the unforgivable curses."

Harry refused to answer, just concentrating on staying on his feet as Barty dragged him along. He could see a mad glint in Barty's eyes and now realised how Barty had gotten his nickname.

Barty didn't talk anymore, until the house and graveyard were just a few yards away.

Glancing at the raven haired boy, he sat down by a gravestone, and motioned for Harry to sit as well.

Harry looked around, clearly contemplating another way to run. Barty felt frustrated.

"You're not going anywhere. I've told you that, Potter. You're in one big cage, designed to keep you in, and others out."

Harry sighed inwardly and awkwardly sat on the ground opposite Barty, leaning on a headstone. He refused to look at Barty.

A silence followed.

"…Why are you here? …Why did you become a Death Eater?." Harry asked slowly, not moving his eyes away from a nearby tree.

Barty grinned sheepishly, and shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning his head to the side, his brown hair flopping over his dark eyes a bit.

"Now, Harry….why would you want to know a thing like that?" Barty asked, smiling weirdly, teasing Harry with his rhetorical question.

Harry shrugged, not wanting to admit curiosity in front of this man.

Barty decided to tell him anyway.

"Truthfully Harry, I never could have been a good wizard. The ministry expects you to do too many things. To become a hero and be good at it as well. Plus, I had some…family issues as well. I couldn't go home. It didn't feel like home. And when I left Hogwarts I had nowhere to go. Voldemort offered me a chance at his side. I accepted. I've learnt so many things. Become so powerful….and had my revenge."

Barty said the last part in a quiet voice, staring at nothing in particular.

Harry however, had frozen. Everything Barty had just said…well, it made sense. God, he couldn't believe he was admitting it, but Barty was right in a way. Harry bent his head lower, closing his eyes and trying to block out everything.

He couldn't think like that. He wasn't going to give in.

A gentle shove made him look up, into the dark brown eyes of Barty who was looking at him in a curious manner.

"You know exactly what I mean, don't you? About no proper home. The ministry…what's left of your family…"

Harry tried to move away, tried to look in another direction, but Barty wasn't giving up yet.

"You know I'm right. There's no point denying it Harry."

Barty stood and pulled Harry with him, towards the house. It had gotten darker, and he could tell Harry was exhausted.

Barty knew Voldemort wouldn't be here tonight, and dragged the tired boy up the stairs to his room.

Harry stood, warily watching Barty for a minute, before falling on the bed, and gratefully shutting his eyes.

Barty watched the boy who was so much like himself, before turning on his heel towards his own room, confident that he had gotten somewhere today.