A/N Sorry for the longer wait but I hope you'll find the chapter worthy ^^ I deffinitely had fun writing that :D

Voldemort: It was not funny.

You need to work on your glares more Voldy they lose power. *screams* Ah... guess your spells don't though... But really I had to do it ! Do you know how many readers prayed for that to happen?

Voldemort:... Do I look like I care?

Dunno... maybe if I stand behind you?

Voldemort: Again... not funny... *throws another curse*

Ouch ! Oh well... enjoy !

Chapter 9- Blood and fear

Harry was startled from his thoughts by the sound of doors unlocking. He put his lyrics in a drawer where were his other finished works. Like hell he'd let anyone see them. He imagined Bellatrix or someone like that rolling on the floor from laughter. He scowled and turned around to meet the gaze of Dark Lord.

"Time to go. You must be excited hmm?" Voldemort's smirk really annoyed him. He hoped he would fall down from stairs or something..

"Well" He stood from the armchair. "Let's go then." He left the question unanswered.

"Today we won't need a blindfold as we'll be flooing directly to one of the shops."

"Yeah yeah…Can we just leave already?" Harry started getting impatient. He waited for the occasion for so long !

Voldemort smiled a bit with amusement in his eyes. Harry didn't know if he read his thoughts or that he reacted that way because of Harry's impatience.

Voldemort walked out of the room with young wizard closely behind. Finally he could see beyond his prison. The walls of the corridor were bare of any objects. There was a soft green carpet on a floor though and expensive looking chandelier's lightening it nicely.

They reached the end and turned left. After few minutes of silent walk they saw glimmering black marble stairs that were on both sides of a huge staircase. As opposed to the corridor earlier here the walls were almost alive with lined portraits of purebloods. They descended the stairs two floors down not meeting anyone on their way. They stopped in a great hall of the manor. Voldemort went to the fireplace decorated with green and silver stones.

Harry felt strange. There was a nagging on his mind. Like there was something familiar close by but he had no idea what. People? Magical objects? His magic sensitivity was confusing him. He turned around and saw a single doors in the shade of the stairs close to the wall. There was something behind them . He felt a few ribbons of magic very close to each other but very, very weak. He couldn't say how many there were.

He was brought to reality by a cold hand on his shoulder that gripped him almost painfully.

"If you'd please follow me Potter?" Only Voldemort could make a question sound like a threat of death. Harry nodded and put the strange occurrence to the back of his mind. He had to focus here and now.

They both stepped into the fireplace seeing as Voldemort wouldn't possibly let him floo alone. Pity, really…

The fireplace was big enough for three people but Dark Lord probably thought it better to wrap his arms around Harry's shoulders so his cold breath would tease the boy's ear.

They landed in an elegant looking clothes shop. At the moment Harry was grateful for a support because if not for the dark wizard holding him he would surely be spread on the floor now.

Immediately a shop attendant spotted them and made his way to serve them leaving his other customers to themselves. Harry looked in the mirror and almost gasped when he saw that they looked like no one other than Lucius Malfoy and his son Draco. It was really unnerving looking like his rival Harry thought.

"What can I help you with today my Lord?" The middle aged man with a calculating smile said. Harry wondered if he was a Death eater also. Well he supposed all people that enjoyed Knocturn Alley could be darks side's supporters.

"I need another dress robe for a special occasion. And better spare me those tones of buttons this time."

"Y-Yes, of course my Lord. Please follow me to the materials room."

Voldemort turned to Harry. "You're going to stay here."

"Fine." He nodded but his excitement was very hard to control. Now he had his chance. Barely few minutes but that should be enough. He's seen a wizard close by with his wand being carelessly put into a pocket in his outer robes. Too easy of a target if you asked. him.

But it seemed Voldemort had to prove to be paranoid again. Ok maybe simply careful this time. Suffice to say Harry found himself being chained by a magic leash to the wall near dressing rooms. When they came back he'd give the dark bastard a piece of his mind . He put a damn collar on him ! He was not a dog, thank you very much. He stood there glaring daggers at everything and everyone. He hoped it wouldn't be too long. How much time could choosing robes take? It depended on a buyer he guessed.

Harry listened to a few conversations taking place but quickly got bored. He glanced at the closest dressing room and saw it was magically extended so there was a cosy armchair and coffe table inside. He went inside and made himself comfortable. Thankfully the leash was long enough for it. He looked to his right at the big mirror that went from the floor to ceiling. He scowled at his appearance. He looked like an arrogant, self-absorbed git. Well what could he expect?

Suddenly he heard a sound of closing doors. He snapped his head back seeing that indeed they were closed and the leash had just enough space to come through the space between doors and the floor. He stood up and went for the knob. The doors should be closed from inside not outside… So why could he not open them?

"So this is all I know master."

Dumbledore frowned. Why everything had to get complicated? He was old. Maybe he didn't show it but his patience really ran thin. He wanted to have the Wizarding World at his feet now! He didn't have the time to fight another force.

"Show me your memories. Maybe I'll know who is that man."

The demon nodded and reluctantly pulled her memories from her mind into a stone basin on the headmaster's desk.

He found himself in a dark room with a small source of light near a throne and Severus in the middle. Then he heard those words.

"Severus." The cold voice called from the darkness around them when Snape came to the center of the round room.

"Master." He answered with a respect and awe.

"Why is that, that you bring me a demon to my home?"

Then a fight erupted with his demon being finally caught.

"I won't kill you.. ." The sensual voice rang again.

"You may return to your master. Tell him, he should step aside from that war. As it is he has no chance against dark forces. But he shouldn't worry about fate's child… Just like that world, he will be mine."

The memory ended after that. Dumbledore took a deep breath. He would recognize that voice anywhere…

"Where was that place Proserpine ?" (1)

"I have no memory of this places whereabouts…"

"He must have erased it from you…" He started pacing around the room. He had powerful beings on his side. He was said to be the greatest wizard in the world. And still it was mostly because of his defeat of Grindelwald. Now he is informed, that Gellert wasn't vanquished by him. How did that happen? How did he survive? Just as he was annoyed before now he was almost …scared. Tom was not someone to fear. He was a lost soul. Well a small part anyway. But Gellert? He was his biggest mistake… his weakness…

He stopped his frantic walking around his office and took another deep breath. He must remember that like he said he is now old. He won't make the same mistake. His young years were full of them. Now he has a chance to prove that he learned from them. He turned to the demon that still waited patiently by his desk not at all moved by his actions. He waved his wand and there stood a golden-red phoenix with piercing eyes again.

"We'll still proceed as planned." He murmured to himself as the bird was being chained once again.

Harry tugged at the knob again and was about to throw himself at the door when suddenly he was turned around and met with a tall pale men. He had long brown hair and his eyes had a color of molten gold. He wanted to scream from shock but the man covered his mouth with his hand. Then he suddenly started feeling a bit drowsy. His eyes flattered shut. He managed to open them again though just to be lost in an intense stare he got from silver eyes. 'Wait? Silver?' He could swear they were gold just a second before.

He was drowning. He didn't even notice the man dropped his hand from Harry's mouth just to caress a side of his neck.

"So delicious…" The stranger inhaled strongly and smiled like if he smelled the best flower in the world. Harry wondered if it was him or the man that was in a strange trance seeing they could not cease to stare in each others eyes. After another moment Harry's hand met with the man's lips. He shivered from their cold as his palms was kissed delicately.

Harry moaned and felt his heart rate speed up. He had no idea what was happening but whatever it was he liked the sensations that coursed through him. Just then he felt a scrape of teeth on his hand. The pain flared quickly replaced by immense sense of pleasure as the fangs sank into him.

The man- vampire – groaned in pure bliss soon joined by Harry himself. It was.. the most amazing feeling he had ever had. He wanted more. Wanted it to last forever.

Then the door to the dressing room opened and Harry who was supported by them fell to the floor hitting his butt.

The vampire hissed seeing the furious Dark Lord before him. Then he smirked proudly.

"Somehow you don't take good care of your soul." The mocking was clearly heard.

"You have no right being here vampire. I'd let you leave if you hadn't touched what belongs to me."

The vampire only laughed and glanced knowingly at the still dazed Harry clutching his bleeding hand.

"I very much doubt he is yours, human." Voldemored narrowed his eyes. What bigger offence to someone wanting to catch immortality by sacrificing his humanity? "He gave in to me like he'd never would to you. I could almost take him and drink him whole here and now." He laughed again.

The dark power swelled ferociously around Dark Lord.

"You won't live long enough to tell the tale."

"But I will." The vampire grinned and gave the last lustful look to Harry and then he was covered in shadows and vanished.

Voldemort growled and looked around. Some people noticed the strange encounter but most didn't really care or preferred not to care feeling the dark aura still covering the shop.

He looked down at Harry and cursed in his head. The teenager fainted from loss of blood and didn't look too healthy. He scooped him in his arms and hastily made his way to the fireplace to come back to the manor and tend to the still bleeding wound.

The only thing that could be a proof that anything happened were tiny droplets of red liquid on the floor. They will vanish without notice soon enough.

The first rule of Knocturn Alley: Discretion.

(1) Proserpine is a female demon of destruction in some stories and that;s what I'll stick to.

Hmm what did I plan next? Ah yes . It isn't the end of shopping but Harry must be healed first. I want Harry to have a new familiar and anew wand. If you have some original ideas for them please let me know ^^

Also there will bea glimpse on a life in a cells ! Yes Ron and Hermione again... although I somehow have this feeling Ron would be nice in relationship with Fred and George, what do you think? xD I can tune it to only teasing though with Ron loving Hermione.

Well hope you enjoyed that chapter and will like the others that will come.

Haha :D Now say the truth ! Who was frightened I'll leave you with Harry getting locked till the next chapter? I feel so evil ^^

Voldemort: No comment... really.

Oh Voldy ! *ducks* So what kind of robes did you order?

Voldemort: Not your buisness.

Bet they are pink with cute little flowers and... oh god is that an inferi army?