A/N: Once again, I own nothing you recognize. Enjoy.
Chapter Four: The Question
Two weeks after that conversation, Harry decided to go to the person he needed to help him. He told Hermione and Ron that he was going for a long walk around the grounds. The only thing he took with him was his wand. He knew that he wouldn't need anything else. So he walked towards the lake. He sat down for a few minutes, checking to see if anyone was following him. After finding no tail whatsoever, he stood up, brushed himself off, and walked toward the Forbidden Forest. A few minutes later, he found the spot he was looking for: the spot from where he could disapparate to the place he needed to get to.
Harry took out his wand and thought very hard about the place he needed to get to, closing his eyes. After a few minutes of thinking about the place, he felt a pulling sensation, but he kept his eyes closed until he landed very softly, on his feet, in the grass. Then he felt the familiar press of a wand on his back. He could tell it was a Death Eater.
"Don't move a muscle," the Death Eater whispered. He (clearly the Death Eater was a man) used his other arm to feel Harry's face and hair. "Turn around," the Death Eater ordered. Harry did and stared into the Death Eater's face. The Death Eater smirked when he realized who his captive was. Harry didn't recognize the Death Eater at all. He was about seven feet tall and looked like most of his weight was his muscles. He had dark brown hair that fell over his navy blue eyes and tanned skin.
The Death Eater made Harry turn around again and made him walk toward the manor. The outside of the manor was very beautiful as far as Harry could tell from where he was. Before he could really marvel at it, the Death Eater pushed him toward the door. They walked for a few minutes in silence until they made it to the door.
The Death Eater knocked six times rapidly then stopped. When there was no answer, he knocked six more times. After the sixth time, the door creaked open and a voice asked, "What are you doing here right now, Parker? It's not even time yet. He's not going to be very happy with you when he sees you."
"I realize that, but I've got Potter! He has to see me," Parker answered. There was silence from the other side of the door for a few seconds.
"There's no way that you've got Potter. The old fool never lets him out of his sight at all."
Parker stood up straighter than he already was. "See for yourself if you don't believe me." The door opened wider and Harry saw Lucius Malfoy standing in the doorway, checking to see if it was really Harry. Then a shocked look appeared on his pale face.
"Bring him in, Parker. I'll see if he's still in my office." Parker nodded and pushed Harry into Malfoy Manor. Harry stared at the magnificence of the place. He couldn't believe that Malfoy lived here. No wonder he has an ego the size of a Hungarian Horntail, he realized. Then Lucius appeared.
"You may leave now, Parker," he told the Death Eater.
Parker crossed his arms on his chest. "No because there is no way I'm letting you take the credit for something I did. Not again, Malfoy."
"Fine. Stay out here then." Parker nodded and kept his arms crossed on his chest. Malfoy Sr grabbed Harry's arm and practically walked him toward where the Dark Lord was. As they passed through the corridor, Harry marveled at the portraits who were staring at him as he and Malfoy Sr passed by. Soon, they stopped in front of a large mahogany door with intricately painted designs on it. Lucius knocked on the door once.
"Enter," a high cold voice answered. Lucius opened the door and Harry found himself staring at Lord Voldemort. Voldemort smirked at Harry. "Harry Potter. We meet again. Have you decided to give up the useless fight against me?" he asked.
Harry looked into the Dark Lord's red snake-like eyes and answered, "Actually, there's something that I wish to ask you."
Voldemort looked intrigued. "Go on." Harry didn't continue. His eyes just moved to Lucius. Voldemort, getting the hint, told Lucius, "Leave us, Lucius. Make sure no one enters this room until Harry and I are finished." Lucius bowed and left, closing the door behind him.
"Now, Harry, I want you to go on with what you were going to ask me."
Harry crossed his fingers. This was the moment he was waiting for. This was what he had been hoping for the past two weeks. "Can you help me kill Albus Dumbledore?"