I sat in front of the gate trying to figure out a way around the enchantment. I didn't have to think long though because an intruder alarm began going off about two minutes later.

Suddenly about five death eaters were standing in front of me. I tried not to show fear, this was after all as effective as any other method to get in. I think my mask worked because they all appeared a little shocked. What was analay potter doing at the gate to the dark lords head quarters looking perfectly call? The situation only stopped them in their tracks for a moment. Before I knew it one death eater was grabbing me while the other was fishing in my pocket for my wand. I figured they would take it, but it was still hard not to fight. I was still walking into enemy territory for the time being. The death eater in question found my wand and I was then led through the gate, toward the house. I put up no fight and tried to show that I meant no harm through my movement. We entered the mansion and continued down the hall towards a room I recognized from my dreams.

When we reached the door I heard a terrifyingly familiar voice from inside hiss "enter". I made sure my face was a perfect mask and reminded myself that this was what I wanted. The death eater next to me opened the door and our little group entered the room. In my dreams the room had always been holding a meeting. They seemed to be rather sullen, silent, and serious affairs. Today, however, it simply held various groups of death eaters gathered around the room in what appeared to be, small talk. It was a very strange sight as I had always pictured death eaters to be something inhuman. The rooms somewhat casual and cheerful atmosphere turned silent and dark the moment we stepped in. I didn't care. I only had eyes for one person. Lord Voldemort. Instead of acknowledging us, since he obviously knew we were there, he chose to finish his conversation with Snape and then casually look up. His voice was the first to break the silence.

"Well, well, well, what a pleasant surprise. Here I am with my people all over the country searching for you and you decide to willingly walk up to my door step. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"

I continued to stare at Voldemort not really listening to what he was saying. I was trying to keep my nerves under control and think of a way to make sure this situation went the way I wanted it to instead of ending with the avada directed at me. I didn't realize Voldemort had addressed the question towards me until I got a swift smack from the death eater who held me bound. I was awoken from my reverie and had to frantically figure out what exactly it was that Voldemort had just asked me. Why I was here, that was it. He had asked why I would ever show up on his doorstep in my right mind.

"I had a proposition for you."

this brought laughter from the surrounding death eaters. It was obvious that I was in no position to strike a bargain, but how else was I supposed to start my explanation that I no longer agreed with the light and hated everything Dumbledore stood for. Voldemort remained emotionless. Ever the diplomat.

"A proposition? Whatever could you possibly offer me? You have already given yourself into my hands. Unless you have a death wish, which perhaps you do, however I highly doubt it, I'm not sure what you could possibly want to bargain for. Never the less, I will here you out."

I could believe my ears! He had just allowed me to speak! That was something I wasn't sure I was going to get the chance to do. It was essential to my survival, but I hadn't been certain I would survive, now had I. I was fairly sure I could get what if I could just Speak. I knew voldemorts weak points and had plans to take advantage of them.

"We are waiting. Let's here it potter."

Once again I had been got day dreaming. That didn't usually happen when I was in voldemorts presence. Mostly because it couldn't. Of course, this wasn't a usual situation.

" I have come to offer you me." I started. It looked as though Voldemort was about to respond, with some snarky comment about how he already had me, so I rushed on.

"what I mean to say is I wish to join you. I no longer agree with the light. Dumbledore and his inner circle have committed to many wrongs for me to stand with them any longer. They are all fakes and I cannot fight for something that isn't real. After the resent kidnapping of the children..." Shouts went up at the thought of this, but Voldemort silenced them in one simple gesture. I had him interested. He was curious as to why the poster child for the light would suddenly want to join her arch enemy.

"After the recent event I know for a surety I can not fight for Dumbledore. I will not be Dumbledores puppet any longer. If that means that I die, so be it. I will not be a symbol of cruelty and lies. I have learned much more about your fight and followers and realized that many of Dumbledores stories are lies. I believe you represent a worthy cause. It will crush the light to see me leave willingly, but that is kind of the point isn't it. So I am offering myself to you to do with as you please." I finished my speech fairly confident that I had won. Voldemort still should no emotion, but I knew him well enough to know that he was at least thinking it over.

"Your words are intriguing, however, it seems rather far fetched that analay potter, my arch enemy, would up and decide to join me and forsake everything she has ever fought for."

"As I have already said, the order no longer fights for what I believe. Dumbledore himself has become corrupt and cause great atrocities."

"How do I know you speak the truth? How do I know you do not lie?"

"you have ways of knowing." Was all I said, I didn't really fancy Voldemort in my head, but it seemed the only reasonable way. Besides, my occlemency skills had grown. I could block anything more personal as I had every intention of doing. My words seemed to excite Voldemort. Great he wanted to play with my head. After I moment I found myself of the floor clutching my head in pain. I had expected this, but it still hurt like heck. I fought hard to keep up the few shields I didn't want him to break. After about a minute, it was over. I gathered myself and slowly stood up, still shaking slightly.

"Interesting, it seems potter really has had a change of heart. She no longer cares for the order or Dumbledore in fact it appears as though she wants Dumbledore restrained. Am I correct potter?"

"Dumbledore has hurt too many people recently and I cannot bear to see him hurt more."

"everything she has spoken is truth. I have seen it. I would like to know my followers opinions." The room was silent. No one knew what to say. Accidentally saying the wrong thing would cost you dearly. Most of the room seemed curious, but also kept in mind their many grudges against my person.

"if there are no opinions to give than I believe I have made my decision."