A/N: Just to let you know, I won't explain the assignment Voldemort gives Harry in this chapter. It will be revealed as the chapters continue.

Chapter Five: The Answer

There was silence between the two foes. Voldemort looked confused. "Why would you want to kill Dumbledore?" he asked. Harry looked away from the Dark Lord's intense gaze. Voldemort, knowing that Harry wouldn't explain, told him, "Look at me, Harry." Harry did what he was asked.

Suddenly, he felt a pull as memories of the detentions that he went through with Dumbledore for those one month six weeks flashed before his eyes. Then another memory that explained his hate for Dumbledore surfaced, one that cemented the fact that Dumbledore needed to die.

/Beginning of Memory/

Harry was walking toward the Headmaster's office for what seemed to be the millionth time this year. I wonder what I supposedly did this time, he wondered. It didn't matter because during all of these meetings, he would always get pissed off at Dumbledore. Just thinking about it was making him pissed off. Suddenly, he found himself at Dumbledore's office. Before he entered, he tried to calm down. After he felt he was calm enough, he mumbled the password and walked up the curving staircase.

As soon as he was at the door, he heard Dumbledore talking to someone. Harry couldn't tell who that person was.

"Trust me, Master, he doesn't know a thing. I keep blaming him for things that he didn't do. He has no idea about this," Dumbledore told the mysterious person.

"I'm proud of you, Albus. What about the Order? Are they following my directions?" the man asked.

"All of them that follow you, Master, know that you exist, and that you are the real leader of the group."

"Who in the Order doesn't know that I exist?" There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them.

"Just Sirius Black." The man that Dumbledore called Master walked around the room and finally came to a complete stop in front of the door Harry was behind. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Just as I thought. They have told him that a man more powerful than Voldemort exists, but, just like his brother, he doesn't believe them. Is this accurate, Albus?"

"That is completely accurate, Master. Molly and Arthur have told him, but he didn't believe."

The Master nodded. "This is completely essential to my plan. The only person that has to make a move is Voldemort."

"May I ask you something, Master?"The Master nodded again. Dumbledore continued. "What does the boy have to do with your plan? He's worthless after he defeats your brother."

"I know he's worthless after that. This is why you must kill him after he has defeated my brother. He must not live after he has served his purpose, but Albus, do it in private. Tell him that you wish to congratulate him on ending the war. Then, as soon as the two of you enter his office, kill him. He won't suspect a thing."

"I understand, but what if your other apprentice does it first?"

There was another uncomfortable silence between the master and apprentice, until the Master said, "Oh, he won't do it. I'll tell him not to do anything, but bring Harry Potter to you."

"Thank you, Master. I will do it, but what if I die before I attempt it?"

"Enough of the "What if"'s, Albus. You will live to attempt it, understand?"

"Of course, I do, Master." The Master turned toward the door.

As he turned, he whispered, "Soon, everyone will tremble when they hear the name Tyrennius Marcus Riddle." He then disappeared with a soft pop.

/End of Memory/

Harry felt himself being pulled out of the memory. He found himself once again standing in front of Voldemort, a look that Harry couldn't describe on his face. Voldemort was muttering something that Harry couldn't hear. Soon, Voldemort looked back up at Harry with a smirk on his face.

"This is very interesting. The one who is supposed to end me asks for help to kill his protector. Very interesting indeed. Harry, I will help you with this, but first, you need to do two things for me," Voldemort told him.

"I am willing to do anything," Harry answered.

The Dark Lord walked toward the Chosen One and said, "First, you must receive the Dark Mark, but not just any Dark Mark. You will receive the Dark Mark that is reserved for someone very special if you really want it."

Harry kept his eyes on Voldemort. "I want to be that person, Voldemort, if it means that I will be the one to kill him." Voldemort smirked.

"You shall receive it two days after you return to Hogwarts. Until then, I am going to give you an assignment. One that you must complete for it is very necessary to this cause." He motioned for Harry to take a seat. Once he did, Voldemort started to explain what he needed to do. A few minutes later, Voldemort asked, "Are you willing to complete this mission for me, Harry?"

"I am willing, but will anyone know that I received that mark?"

"No one will know besides me and the people I told you about." Voldemort handed him a blank piece of parchment. "You must write the names on this piece of parchment and send it to me using an owl I will send on the date I have mentioned. Do you understand?" Harry nodded as he took out his wand. Voldemort took out his as well and made a complicated motion in the air. "You may apparate now, Harry. I will see you two days after you return to Hogwarts. On that date, you must change your eye color, your hair color and length, and your height since no one must know your real name." Harry nodded again. Then he disappeared with a very soft pop.

Soon, he was back in the spot he disapperated from a while before. Then Harry put his wand and the parchment into his pocket and walked back to the castle he called home for five years.