Told you I'd have the next chapter up before you knew it! :D So I wanna say thanks to everyone who reads my stories & reviews my work. It totally makes my day when I see things from you guys; you're awesome! I made this chapter long because I won't have time to work on anything this weekend after tonight. That & it is all over the place so unless you pay attention you might get lost. Mid terms are next week & because of a slip-up on my part, I promised KayelleJohnlock that I would update her story 3 times next week. No worries though, I will have more of this out as soon as I can! Enjoy!

Warnings: Lots of warnings...angst, language, hurt/comfort, violence, plot, attempted rape/hints of rape .'

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, nor do I make profit from writing this

Draco wanted to storm into Voldemort's room and demand an explanation. Harry was his! Feeling his chest tighten, he headed to his room to put his robes away; leaving him in black slacks and an ivory button down. Running his fingers through his hair in a nervous manner, he slowly made his way to the library after ordering a House Elf to let Voldemort know he was requesting his audience. Packing the carpeted room after lighting the fire, he fixed himself a glass; knowing he needed to calm down and wait for an explanation before jumping to conclusions.

'Breathe, Draco; it probably isn't anything your thinking.'

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Hearing the softened pop sound in his room, Voldemort was instantly alert and glaring at the House Elf that stood at the foot of his bed.

"Didn't I tell you we were to be uninterrupted?" The creature looked downcast before gathering its courage to speak.

"It's Master Malfoy, sir. He requested an audience with you in the library." Waving the creature off, Voldemort looked down at Harry who was still sleeping soundly. When they had relaxed outside in the front garden, Harry had drifted off into sleep; too worn out to keep up his guard since Voldemort immediately became subjected to his thoughts. Even thinking about it now made him realize exactly why Harry didn't sleep often, or had such magical outbursts.

Harry had headed up to Dumbledore's office, needing to speak to someone about the situation with Hermione. No one had questioned how she got free or what exactly they had wanted with her. Making his way up the staircase without having the gargoyle stop him, he went to walk into the office until he heard speaking on the other side.

"I'm sure you understand why I have a time believing this, Ms. Granger. It is a tad too far-fetched for me to believe."

"I swear it, Headmaster. Harry has acted really freaky and I think the Dark Lord is starting to get through him in his dreams. Ron tells me that Harry wakes up screaming a lot, going down into the common room for all hours of the night. I and Ginny have a solution, but I wanted to clear it with you first; I would never wanna cause Harry any harm you see." Harry felt the bile rise up in his throat but he swallowed it.

"I think you are an exceptional Witch for your age Ms. Granger but you are asking me to let you and another younger student induce another student – Harry Potter, at that – with a potion that you believe will help it."

"It will Headmaster, I swear. I can bring you the book and all the research I did on it. I know this will help Harry, it just has too." There was silence and Harry dearly wished he could see inside the office. Hearing wasn't enough to quell the nervousness bubbling in his stomach.

"Alright, Ms. Granger. I shall give you the benefit of the doubt." Harry could almost picture the sick joy on Hermione's face but his own smile came back when he continued to hear the Headmaster speak.

"You will take your potion and findings to Professor Snape. I will inquire with him about your research and see if it's acceptable. If he claims it to be helpful, I will have him personally administer the potion to Harry under the watch of me and Madam Pomfrey. Thank you for bringing this to my attention and I will make sure to update you on what happens."

"…Of course, Headmaster; thank you." Harry quickly rushed down the stairs, hiding off to the side wall as Hermione came bustling out; her whole demeanor giving away her fury at the situation.

"Damn that old coot! I had everything planned perfectly! I need to find Ginny; we have to move our plans forward." Harry waited until she disappeared before making his way back up the staircase more determined before in his resolve to tell the Headmaster what really happened at Malfoy Manor and what Hermione was planning for him. Making a move to open the office door again, he stopped as he heard Dumbledore talking.

"The girl is too smart for her own good. She will ruin everything with this stupid potion of hers. I need to make sure that Severus doesn't even think to accept that potion from here, and I need to have someone keep an eye on her. I will personally lead Harry Potter to his death, and then take credit for the death of another Dark Lord." Harry felt his vision start to spin. He didn't even think to find out exactly who Dumbledore was talking to.

'Is….is everyone trying to kill me? Who else have I trusted that is leading me like a lamb to slaughter?' Quickly leaving the staircase again, Harry knew he needed to find someplace where no one would find him. His world was crashing around him. Everyone he believed he could trust was plotting to kill him or give him over to the enemy. Feeling his vision swim even more and his breathing increase to an uncomfortable level; Harry felt his world fade to black as the resounding crack of apparition was the last thing he heard.

Voldemort was up and ready to grab Harry and suck in the backlash of his magic as Harry woke up screaming. Holding the young man against his chest as he struggled, he made sure to keep Harry's magic within the bubble he'd made to prevent damage to however far Harry's magic decided to spread at the time. When he'd finally calmed Harry enough to move him, he'd Apparated him directly into his own chambers. Moving to leave and get Draco hadn't been a good idea when his room suddenly locked with some extreme locking spells and he was frozen in place.

"You can't leave. You said you wouldn't leave. You have to stay." Knowing that Harry wasn't in any state to be alone, Voldemort moved back to the bed when he made it clear to Harry he was going to stay. Getting into his bed next to him, he left his arm open for Harry to curl up into his side. He did so, still shaking in the after math of his thoughts. Voldemort didn't want to tell Harry he had seen all of it and wondered how many more instances he had to go through learning of all the deceit of the people who were supposed to love him.

"Sleep now Harry, I will stay." Feeing the tight hold on his robes made him curl his arm around harry as he once more fell into a fitful sleep. Making sure there was an alarm set to his bed incase Harry woke, Voldemort smoothed out his robes as best he could before making his way to the library. Entering the room, the sight Draco made was an interesting one. The top few buttons of his shirt was undone, his hair tousled as if he'd been unable to stop fidgeting. The half empty bottle sitting on his table made it clear he'd been waiting for some time and the look aimed in his direction was a complex one.

"Is there something you needed Draco?"

"Tell me why Harry is in your room, and still in your bed." The demand made him want to correct Draco, but he knew the young man cared more for Harry than he let on.

"Earlier today Harry had another magical backlash. I had taken him to my room because it was closest and I wanted to make sure and keep his magic as contained as possible. When I tried to leave, he refused me by putting me under with his own magic. Therefore, he's still passed out in my best resting." The answer made a wave of relief rush through Draco and he ran his hand through his hair once more.

"Thank you, for taking care of him. I will make sure to keep him in a good state of mind once he awakens. You will send him to my room, wont you?" Voldemort nodded his agreement, grabbing a glass of his own to fill. From the looks of how worrisome Draco was over Harry, now would be a good time to discuss Harry's birthday.

"Since Harry is resting and I have you here, why don't we have a little talk?" Draco moved to sit on the couch, looking to Voldemort to continue talking. That was one thing he enjoyed about Draco as one of his followers. No matter the situation, he was ready to listen no matter the result.

"As I'm sure you're more than aware of, Harry's birthday will be coming up in a few months time. I wished to discuss a few gifts and agreements I made in league with it." Draco gave an acknowledged nod to the information, finishing off his own glass.

"You know I do not care what you buy my Raven. This is your home and you are within your own rights to do as you please." Voldemort felt a small amount of frustration fill him; knowing that with his next few words Draco was gonna do a 360.

"I had an appointment today with a few people whom I've hired to keep an eye on your Father. Before you speak, you know just as well as I do that Lucius does not take well to his pride being walked all over. It is merely a precaution, I have not been yet informed of him doing anything devious so put your fears to rest. The thing that I needed to speak with you about is who I hired and exactly what they want as compensation for the job."

"I assume this has something to do with Harry since you're talking with me about it?" He saw the guarded look rise in Draco's eyes and wondered why he had agreed to this anyway.

"You are correct in your assumption. I have hired Charlie Weasley, who has requested the help of his brothers and his pet." The look on Draco's face made Voldemort worry about the state his office might end up in if Draco had a tantrum like he use to have when he was child. Narcissa had made him fear having children after hearing how Draco would react at times.

"My Lord, you have to be kidding. I mean, I knew you had kept them alive and they integrated but you hired them to follow my Father? This has to be a joke!"

"I assure you Draco, it is not. I felt the precaution was necessary after what happened with your Father in my gardens and in the manner in which he left my home until further notice." He saw Draco shaking slightly and refilled his glass.

"So what does this have to do with Harry?" He felt he knew exactly what they wanted but he didn't want to believe it. He had so many plans on showing Harry how he felt and this would just ruin it.

"They wish to see Harry face-to-face and speak with him." The sound of the glass slamming on his table made him frown.

"You've got to be kidding. I thought no one outside of the inner circle knew that Harry Potter was alive. You just went and told random people that he's alive?" Voldemort slammed his own glass down, his temper reaching breaking point.

"You will not lecture me on my choices Draco Malfoy or you will regret it. Not that it's your business but I had them swear on their life and magic that they would not tell a soul or discuss it with anyone other than who was in the room at the time. You were right in your earlier statement that this is my home and I will give Harry whatever I wish without your consent. I did not feel it was important to go behind your back, but I felt this would be good for Harry. A lot of people he trusted before the war betrayed him and I believe this may help his magical backlashes. Just think about it, I'll be expecting your answer by the end of the month." Rising from his own chair, he made his way to the door to go home some lunch; and maybe his lover if he could convince him to come to the manor for a while. Leaving Draco alone in the room with his thoughts, Voldemort was more than confident Draco would agree. After all, Harry was the most important person to both of them.

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Draco stared at the glass in front of him in stunned silence. How did he deal with something like this? He had planned to work on his feelings and slowly show Harry just how much he actually meant to him and now? Now the Weasley's were going to be back in the picture.

'Oh bloody hell I've already agreed.' Draco knew Voldemort was right, as much as he hated to admit it. Him and harry never really spoke about the people who turned his back on him but he knew the Weasley family had been important to Harry. Putting his forehead down to rest in his palm, he rubbed his temple.

'That bastard knew I would agree regardless. Damn wanker.'

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As Bill made his way back to Charlie's apartment, he tried to fight off the weird feelings rushing through his system. Right as he left the woods, a sort of instinct came over him. Brushing it off as unused adrenalin, he continued on his way to give his brother the news. Now he knew something was wrong though. It was true the full moon as coming up and he became more instinctual but the way he was feeling wasn't right. He wanted to claim something, rape something. If there was one thing Bill Weasley prided himself on, even after his change, it was staying in some semblance of control. The fear that it was actually wavering made a bubble of dread well up in his stomach. He tried to stop himself, make himself turn around and just go home but something was pushing him in the same direction as his brother's apartment. Arriving there sooner than he would have liked, his pupils blew up when Colin's scent hit his nose as he opened the door.

"Hello Bill, Charlie should be back shortly; come on in." He felt like he was a bystander in his own body, his control no longer under his say. The way Colin moved around in those small shorts made his animal immediately turn into predatory mode and now – Colin was definite prey.

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Heading back to his apartment with a sigh, he'd met up with Voldemort and gave him a rundown of everything that was happening. He'd told him to get Draco to do the deed but not look inside the box until it was time. When Voldemort went to question him, he answered like he did when anyone asked about something his brother's did.

"Those little bastards are insane but damn genesis''." Slowly making his way up to his apartment door, he rushed inside when he heard Colin calling out in a plea for help. Slamming the door open, his reaction was delayed as he saw his older brother pinning Colin to the floor; already ripping off his clothes. Not even caring that the door was open, Charlie ripped Bill off of the terrified boy. Pulling Colin into his arms, he stared straight into Bills eyes and knew something terrible had gone wrong.

"Colin I want you to listen to me good and clear. That coin in the dresser I never let you touch, I want you to use it. It'll take you to the twins. Let them know something is wrong with Bill and I'm taking care of it. Don't go to anyone but the twins, you hear me?" Colin was clinging to him in tears but nodded his head quickly.

"Go now." When Colin ran from the room, Charlie immediately threw himself in the way when he saw Bill lunging for the boy. Ending up on the floor, he rolled until he had Bill under him.

"Bill! Bill! William, snap out of it!" His brother was growling and quickly had him underneath him; eyes a light with his inner wolf.

"You smell good enough to eat, guess you'll have to take the place of my meal you stole." From the moment those words left his brothers mouth, Charlie knew he was fucked.

I told you, this chapter is kinda all over the place. A lot needed to happen so I could get where I needed to. We're getting there though, who thinks Bill is gonna have his way with Charlie? What do you all think the twins are gonna do when Colin show's up half-naked? -R.F.