Harry slowly came back into consciousness. His eyes gradually opened and he saw stone moving beneath him. He stared at the ground… not yet fully aware of his own body. Gradually he became more alert to his surroundings… There were two people on either side of him who had strong holds on his arms while his feet dragged along the stone beneath him. His limp body was being hauled through cold grey corridors. He slowly raised his head.

"You awake Potter?" Harry heard Draco sneer from behind him.

Harry cleared his throat before speaking. "I came willingly… you really didn't have to stun me," He heard Draco scoff. Feeling more alert, Harry got his feet under him and looked around. He had no idea where they were. As they continued to walk, the long stone corridors seemed endless. The walls were grey with paintings of what he assumed were long deceased witches and wizards, and the curtains were a sickening shade of Slytherin green.

Harry tried to yank his arms from the two men on his sides. "Is it really necessary to hold me that tightly?!" Harry said to the men who he assumed were Death Eaters by the looks of it. "You can let go. I came on my own, I'm not going to run." No response. Their grasps didn't falter.

Finally they rounded a corner and came face to face with a wide pair of dark wooden doors. Draco stepped forward, pushing the doors open, and led the way into the room.

There were about twenty people inside the room, huddled in groups quietly talking with one another. One by one they turned, noticing with shocked faces at who was being led into the room. Suddenly the room burst into commotion as the Death Eaters voiced their questions as to what was going on. The sea of black parted as Harry was roughly led to the other side of the rather large meeting room. He saw a high-backed chair that looked much like a throne sitting empty against the wall. Harry hardly had time to register these few observations before a sudden hush fell over the crowd of people. Harry felt a painful tingle in his forehead where the legendary lightning bolt scar lay as a chorus of My Lord's echoed throughout the room.

Harry was abruptly spun around and came face to face with the Dark Lord himself. Voldemort froze, staring at the boy. All was silent for a few long moments as the Death Eaters watched as Harry and Voldemort stared at one another. It was the first time that Harry had actually gotten a chance to look at Voldemort in his snake-like form, or at least, without having to dodge curses and spells in the process. Voldemort was a tall man, Harry noted, and much too thin. The intense crimson eyes reminded Harry of Muggle lasers, as he was sure Voldemort could cut right through him with his gaze. Slowly, Voldemort's flat face broke out into a giant grin, the kind of grin that made Harry's insides squirm.

"Well hello there Harry…" Voldemort pleasantly drawled, "It has been much too long."

Harry had to fight not to roll his eyes at the overwhelmingly pleased expression on the Dark Lord's face. Harry opened his mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted.

"My Lord, I am the one who brought Harry here today." Harry turned his head towards Draco, whose head was bowed low in submission.

"Is that so, Draco?" Voldemort asked. He had yet to take his eyes off Harry.

"Yes My Lord. It was during the battle, and I- I saw him running through the castle and followed him. We dueled and I got the opportunity to stun him. I knew you would want to kill him yourself My Lord. I hope you are pleased."

Draco made Harry want to vomit. "Oh shove off will you Malfoy." Harry turned to Voldemort. "I came here myself. I asked him to bring me here. To you."

There was a flicker of surprise on Voldemort's face before it was quickly replaced by his usual composure. "Is that true Draco?"

"I- no, no of course not My Lord. I-"

"Oh will you STOP!" Harry shot towards the young Malfoy.

"It- it's not true! I went after him during the batt-" Draco was silenced as Voldemort's wand slashed through the air, and Harry felt slight appreciation towards the Dark Lord.

"Why have you come here Harry? Why have you decided to make your murder so much easier for me?"

"I- I want to talk to you," Harry said lamely as he heard a few snickers from the Death Eaters behind him.

"You wish to speak with me?" Voldemort said with a tone of surprise. "Well then speak boy! What could The-Boy-Who-Lived possibly want to have a discussion about?"

Harry winced at the nickname.

"What, do you not enjoy that name? The-Boy-Who-Lived? That is you, is it not? The baby who almost destroyed the Great Dark Lord…" Voldemort said, his voice laced with disgust. Harry remained quiet, trying to keep his anger in check. He hated when people called him that, and Voldemort could sense Harry's irritation at the name. "No? Well, how about the Savior of the Light?"

Oh how he loathed that name. "Stop." Savior. He was no savior.

"Oh come now Harry. You're a hero. You're supposed to rescue the entire Wizarding World… and a mighty Gryffindor at that-"

"Stop."

"Does it bother you Harry?" Voldemort whispered mockingly as he began slowly walking towards the boy. "Do those names bother you, Golden Boy?" Harry was silent. They had always bothered him. He despised those names. Voldemort was getting closer to the boy who was still being held by the two Death Eaters. "Hm?"

"Please stop." Harry said quietly.

"I never expected the Light's Savior to be so… subdued." Voldemort said as he bent down so that his face was level with Harry's.

"I'm no hero." Harry whispered as he looked down.

Voldemort slowly and gently placed his hand on Harry's head, brushing his hair away from the lightning bolt scar. "No. I think not." Voldemort said quietly.

Surprisingly the touch didn't hurt like Harry had expected it to. He realized that his scar had not hurt for the last few minutes actually…

Voldemort stood back to his full height and looked calculatingly down at Harry, whose eyes never left the cold stone floor.

"Out." Harry raised his head, almost thinking that Voldemort had been speaking with him. "I wish to speak with Mr. Potter alone."