Harry waited silently in his room. He didn't know what he was meant to be waiting for, but he stood there anyway.

The house was silent, and secretly, Harry felt a bit nervous. Voldemort wanted to speak to him.

About what?

He glanced around his room, letting his gaze linger on the silver mask on the beside table.

Slowly, he walked towards it, caught in the gleam of silver, making him want to touch it, to pick it up and put it on.

His hand reached for it, and was only a few centimetres away from it, when the door opened behind him and Harry realised what he was doing and pulled back his arm like it had been stung.

He spun round to meet the concealed face of a Death Eater, who stood in the doorway.

They looked at each other, before the Death Eater turned and walked down the corridor, an obvious sign for Harry to follow.

Harry took a shuddering breath, and walked after him, making sure his wand was in his robes pocket.

This house is big.

Harry peered round the dark hallways and many doors, not recognising where he now was, until the Death Eater stopped.

Harry nearly walked into him, but just about managed to stop as the Death Eater pointed to a door beside him.

Harry looked between the gloved finger and the door and slowly exhaled, feeling his heart skip a few beats.

He could run.

No, that would be suicide. For one thing, there were much too many Death Eaters hanging around, and Voldemort was in the room next to him. Definitely, not a good idea.

Plus, he didn't know where he was.

He ignored the strange looks the Death Eater was giving him as he hesitated, then sighed and reached for the handle, turning it and walking into the room…

This wasn't going to be fun.

Ever since Sirius and Remus had talked in the shrieking shack, Sirius had amazingly, spent most of his time in the library for some reason.

Remus slowly walked in, and his eyes widened as he watched Sirius, who was crouched over a book, in the middle of what looked like a mountain of them.

"Sirius?" he asked hesitantly.

Sirius looked up and smiled, his shaggy hair falling in front of his face.

"Hey Remus."

Remus neared him, and sat down beside him.

"Sirius, I don't mean to be rude…but what the hell are you doing?"

Sirius didn't raise his eyebrows at Remus's comment though. Instead, his smile seemed to widen and he snapped the book he had been reading, shut.

"I, my friend, have been researching tracking spells. If we can find something new, maybe it could help us find Harry."

Remus nodded slightly.

"Have you found anything then?" he asked.

Sirius sighed.

"Well, there have been a few spells…. but they'd take a lot of work. I don't even know an Auror who knows this stuff…. Mind you, I still have potions to look through."

He looked hopeful, and because Remus didn't want to dash his hopes, so he smiled as well.

"I'll help for a while. I'll have to leave later on though."

Sirius seemed to stiffen at Remus's words.

Remus didn't notice this though, and picked up a book from the floor and began to flick through some of the worn pages, examining every detail that he could.

Sirius's words broke the silence.

"I want to know why I can't come with you, Remus."

Remus froze, and stopped reading, but didn't turn to look at his friend.

"I don't want you getting hurt, that's all." He replied.

Sirius frowned.

"Remus!" he started angrily, "I've been with you whilst you transform for years, and there has never been a time when you've taken your potion that I ever…I ever…got…"

He trailed off and his eyes widened as he pieced together thoughts and ideas. Then, he turned to Remus and made him look at him.

"Please tell me you're taking your potion."

Remus swallowed and began to use an excuse, but by then it was too late. Sirius knew exactly what his friend was hiding.

Remus had never been a good liar.

Sirius let go of him and ran a hand through his hair, looking confused and angry.

"Remus…" he said warningly.

"What?"

"Why in the name of Merlin have you not been taking your potion?"

Remus sighed.

"I am Sirius. Stop doubting me."

"Remus, you are a crap liar. Now, tell me, and tell me now."

Remus shook his head sadly.

"I can't."

Sirius was getting frustrated, and he stood up.

"Moony! Tell me now!"

Remus stood up as well, but refused to look at Sirius, and pushed past him, moving quickly out of the library.

Sirius was stunned that Remus had just pushed him, and after a moment, regained his senses and ran after him, peering down the corridors to his left and right.

But it was too late. Remus had gone.

He clenched his fists. He only had one option left, and Remus was really not going to like it.

He strolled towards Snape's potion cupboard, knowing exactly what he was looking for, feeling guilty already, even though he knew he hadn't done anything yet.

Harry glanced around the dark room he had entered.

The door shut behind him, and he looked over his shoulder warily, to check if someone was behind him.

No one.

He looked back and peered around the room. A fireplace, two armchairs opposite each other and a desk, which was in the corner, decorated the place.

How nice.

It was obvious Voldemort wasn't in the room, and Harry sighed in relief. Maybe the Death Eater had taken him to the wrong room.

A small pop made him turn round, but there was nothing there. Slowly, he turned back, only to see that now one of the armchairs was occupied.

Voldemort looked at Harry for a moment and smiled coldly, before motioning to the other armchair.

"Sit, Harry."

Harry had frozen, but now walked up to the chair and sat down, feeling Voldemort's gaze on him all the while. Like a stinging burn.

"Have you been enjoying your stay here, Harry?"

Harry snorted, not caring how Voldemort reacted.

"I will take that as a yes, Potter." Replied Voldemort, calmly. "Now tell me, did you enjoy killing a man?"

Harry gritted his teeth to stop himself flinging a few punches at Voldemort.

How dare he.

"Not really, no." he said slowly, carefully choosing his words.

Voldemort tilted his head to the side.

"Ah, well, no matter. You will learn to enjoy it."

Harry frowned.

"I'm not staying here Voldemort."

"You are, Harry. You will be staying here for a long time, and you will be trained."

"You really expect me to co-operate?" exploded Harry, fuming.

"Yes."

"You're wrong."

"You are the one who is severely mistaken, Harry. And I feel it is you who is hiding something from me."

Harry smiled grimly, but didn't answer.

"Harry," Voldemort carried on, leaning forward, "I know how it is to be an outcast. To have great power, which no one will let you use. If you join me, you will be able to grow the power you yield. To control it. To become a strong wizard."

Harry looked at the floor.

"Let me help you. Become one of my Death Eaters…or better yet, my partner."

Harry's eyes widened at the proposition, and he closed his eyes.

"You don't have a family, Harry. Let me be your family. The Death Eaters…Barty. You could become so powerful."

Harry shook his head and looked up.

"I have a family. I have friends! I'm not going to give them up, not now, not ever. I'll never join you, so stop trying to make me."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed.

"Family and friends that you care for deeply, I presume? What, may I ask, would happen if one of my Death Eaters had a little visit with them? If their wands just happened to flick in the wrong direction…?"

Harry paled and looked away.

"Harry, the thing you fear is them being hurt. Harmed or killed. If you join me, you will not need to worry about them. They will be safe."

Harry bit his lip.

"If you join me, you won't have to go back to Hogwarts. You wont have to look at people's faces as they watch you. The Boy Who Lived. You wont have to be him anymore." Tempted Voldemort, but Harry refused to answer.

"What happens if I say no…?" asked Harry.

"Then your family and friends get hurt."

Harry sighed.

"If I say yes?"

"Then you join my forces. Some others and I will train you. You will go on missions, and collect information."

Harry let Voldemort's words sink in, and turned to look into the fire that had just begun to burn faster.

What should he do? What was the right choice?

Sirius tapped his foot impatiently in the Gryffindor common room, sitting in one of the armchairs.

It was about midday, and Remus wouldn't need to go until the evening, so where was he?

A voice made him look up, and he realised it was Remus speaking the password.

He leant back in his chair as his friend made his way in, and then turned to look at him.

Remus started to head up towards the dormitory, but Sirius stopped him.

"Remus," he called from across the room, "Please come over here. I'm sorry about earlier."

Remus raised his eyebrows. Sirius was apologizing. Strange…

He held up his hand as Sirius began to speak again, and moved towards him.

"I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

Sirius smiled and pointed to the seat beside him.

"Care to sit and talk with a mutt?"

Remus shrugged and sat down, his muscles relaxing as the soft material in the chair rubbed against him.

Sirius leant towards him, after fishing out something in his pocket.

"This is for you. A present."

He held out a chocolate frog and Remus chuckled.

"A chocolate frog?"

Sirius nodded eagerly.

Remus took it from him and began to put it in his pocket, before Sirius stopped him.

"Eat it now, or you'll forget." He moaned.

Remus sighed and began to unwrap it and stuffed half in his mouth, before offering the other half to Sirius who declined, patting his stomach and saying he was stuffed.

Sirius rarely ever denied chocolate.

Remus sighed contently as the sweet taste filled his mouth, before he realised there was something else he could taste…something not right…

He stopped chewing and looked at Sirius who was watching him intently.

"Sirius…" he began, but Sirius stopped him.

"What's my nickname?"

Remus was about to comment on this stupid question, before his mouth opened up and began to speak for him.

"Padfoot."

Remus's eyes widened as he realised what Sirius had done. Veritaserum. He couldn't express his feelings so he used his eyes, making them appear very angry.

Sirius ignored this, and smiled grimly.

"Its time to find out some things you should have told me, Moony. I need answers. Why can't I come with you tonight, and why are you not taking your potion?"

His words hung around the room, before Remus began to talk, unwillingly, opening his mouth against his wishes, hating Sirius more then he ever had before.

Authors Note: I updated fast because BlackeningRain's birthday, and BR asked me to specially, so there ya go guys!

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