AN: Here is the next chapter ^^ some more plot as you will see :) I'm glad you're still reading this story ^^ I feel like I did a good job writing that chapter but that's for you to decide :) hopefully it will be up to your expectations.

Don't forget I love you all and I will even if you'll say I'm a horrible writer.

But you won't ... right? *looks with puppy eyes*

Voldemort: You're pathetic... you should be killed long ago or made into a slave.

Me: . Harry ! Say something ! You like me right? *.*

(Harry looks at a threatening glare from Dark Lord )

Harry: Erm... It's not my place to make such opinions..

Me: Oh well... whatever... I'll still write ! (sticks a tongue at Voldemort)

Chapter 8- The Devil's dance

Voldemort stood in the corridor with his wand drawn at the intruders. He was quite surprised really. Those were mere children . He didn't know them but four of them surely were Weasley's with their characteristic hair color.

Behind him there were more of his followers. Lucius looked disgusted with seeing his son among intruders. Did he recognize the signature of imperio on him? He must have . That didn't mean he didn't feel disgraced even so.

Dark Lord returned his gaze to six bound teenagers.

"Take them to cellars. Make sure each one has a separate cell and there is one gap between them."

One of his Death Eaters went to fulfill the order and started levitating them all in the direction they came from.

He really loved their fright he could feel in the air. So young… innocent… and yet tarnished by dark. No surprise since they decided to use an unforgivable curse.

Lucius walked to his son and with grimace took the stunning spell off him. Slowly he started to stir but didn't open his eyes.

"Crucio" Tall blonde's voice was cut by an agonizing scream. Draco started to trash on the floor , his face covered in sweat.

Some Death Eaters looked eager to hear him cry especially Bellatrix with her cruel nature bordering on insanity. Dark Lord looked unimpressed though. When Draco's voice broke and his eyes started to glaze over he stopped Lucius with a small movement of his hand.

Grey eyes looked up to meet crimson and then he nodded in understanding.

"I'll finish his punishment in seclusion, if I may my Lord."

"Make it appropriate."

"I shall." He bowed with respect and left with his son held by the hovering charm. Some more people left at that seeing as they won't get any more entertainment for now.

"Bella?"

The witch –always eager to please her master- quickly approached Voldemort .

"Take those three-" Here he pointed at Dolohov and two Lestranges. "- to Narcissa. Tell her to put them to shape again. I want them on their legs by the evening seeing as the morning is coming."

"Of course my Lord." She grinned at the thought of being useful and left with the hurt trio.

"The rest of you, leave and don't forget of our plans for next week. That is all."

He didn't wait for their reply and went up the stairs to see if Potter was still as he left him. Hopefully the small amount of sleeping potion managed to assure the boy didn't wake.

While closing in to his destination he thought again about his plans for the boy. He already put part one into motion. He will succeed in bringing him to his side. Slowly… he'd seduce him so he will not be able to deny him anything.

He smiled at that thought. Of course he might be his equal in magic and wisdom some day. But he'll never master manipulations one needs to learn to be a true leader. He might get dark and cruel but he won't kill unnecessarily. He knows that is one thing that probably won't change in the boy.

Slowly he opened the door leading to his captive. What he saw was not what was he expecting.

Harry was trashing on a bed , his hair damp from sweat and small painful moans were escaping his mouth.

'A nightmare… could that be the raid? Did he see my mind during the bloodbath?' He shook his head. No.. he made sure the boy would not have any insight today.

He approached the bed with a form tangled in sheets. Well it was a bit of his fault. The potion made sure he couldn't wake , even from his worst dream.

He let his hand lay on the child's hot forehead. Harry moaned again but seemed to lean into his hand.

He chuckled at that.

'Still so naïve and trusting my little Horcrux is… not for long though.' He petted him and Harry instantly seemed to calm down a bit.

"Hush Harry, everything will be-" bathed In blood "- just all right."

Harry's breath slowly started to get deeper and his pulse slowed down as well.

Voldemort stood and left silently locking the door behind himself. He now had to face the problem of few young people getting accommodated In his cellar now.

He went to his office and looked at the papers on his desk waiting for him to read them.

He sighed and picked up the first one. A letter. He skimmed through the text his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Impossible.." He drew his wand and muttered the summoning spell.

He waited five minutes. Nothing happened. It never took longer than three minutes. The pain became unbearable by then. Either the man was dead- which was highly unlikely- or … No, the other option was almost as unbelievable. But he didn't become the Dark Lord by not checking every aspect. And there was no other way to break the link. No spell, no potion. Only..

His expression grew more grim.

There was no other answer. Severus Snape betrayed him to another Dark Lord. And there was no other Lord that could erase his mark except one. Seems that Gellert Grindelwad was back.

Harry was slowly waking up. His eyes felt heavy and the rest of his body almost numb.

He tried to remember the dream He had. No… a nightmare. He didn't have them in a while and he still knew that one was different. Something about… that prophecy again … but this time he couldn't remember what was said.

He knew he felt pain though. Just like if he was kept under intensified crucio for hours.

Another thing he remembered was a voice. Deep and soothing that caressed his mind and calmed him banishing the horrid images under his eyelids. It was like if a wave of peace encompassed him with those few words that had been said. But was it a dream too? He had no idea. The voice seemed familiar to him but he couldn't quite put it with a face.

He yawned and decided to throw the covers away. It was high time to start the day seeing as the sun was already up. Strange that he wasn't woken by a house elf yet calling for breakfast. He shrugged. He'll probably pop soon enough.

He tried to remember what plans did they have for today. He stilled on his way to the bathroom.

'They? Really?' He was already starting to treat Voldemort as… what? A companion? Friend? He shivered and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Confused eyes met him and a deep frown showing his distress.

Was he starting to being brainwashed? Was that this kiss's fault or was it the way Voldemort treated him altogether ?

He washed his face and his teeth not wanting to think of that yet. He would…just …not now.

If he was right then today he'd finally get a chance to get out of that damn manor! Dark Lord said something about a shopping trip to Knockturn Alley and Harry was really excited by the chance. He wasn't stupid. He knew there was very small chance he'd be able to get away but… if he saw a good opportunity he would definitely try it.

He got dressed in some nice robes suited for a public appearance. Not that all robes he had here were not fancy and all ,mind you.

It seemed that while he was washing the elf came with his breakfast as there was a tray on a table near the books he left unread yet.

He'd have to dine alone again. Really , no wonder he almost felt happy in a company of the darkest wizard ever. He was basically 'company starved'. Maybe that was Voldemort's tactic?

He bit into his sandwich. He so didn't want to have all those doubts. But who was he to trust? The man that tried to kill him on several occasions? Or another man that locked his power and lied to him for past four years?

He moaned at the taste of a fresh coffe with sugar and milk just as he liked.

He guessed that he still had some time before he'd have to leave with Dark Lord. Why not do something for himself ad write a bit?

He finished his breakfast and went to sit in an armchair with a notebook on his lap. He touched a pen with his lip thinking on the lyrics that came to him last evening but he was too tired to write them down. He worked for a bit , making small corrections and polishing his work till he thought it was good enough. He'd start to think on a melody later. He looked down at his finished work .

You take not giving one thing back
And smile on pain you're causing me
The end is now, you killed the start
You need that devil dance within

And while you take all I have
And leave me empty in the door
I calm my grief, all I have left
While devils dance screams for more

Then when I die you take my soul
I knew that it would end this way
I knew I was destined to fall
That not a part will stay the same

He felt those words deep inside. He felt that this was what would become of him. He shook his head of the grim thoughts.

He could not give up. He would not be molded like some puppet. He would never… bow to the monster. Neither he'd become one himself. Whatever happened.

He looked out the window with a longing.

Whatever happened.

AN: Ok so here it is. Next time we'll have a shopping trip, some Aelfric (yeah I can't wait too), and maybe Dumbledore pov, I will see how I will manage. Sorry that this chapter was a bit shorter again, hopefully you'll forgive me ^^

Curious about the poem? It's mine and yes,it is called "Devil's dance" ^^ If you like the part it takes in a story I might either write some more and bring it into the story , or just put a brief info that Harry wrote something new. It depends wholly on your response ^^

Cya next time my precious readers :D