I'll fill the graveyards until I have you.
Harry watched with wide eyes as the Death Eaters attacked the Aurors. His eyes darted about the place, from white mask to pale face. Adrenalin sang in his veins, pumped though his body and left him feeling high. Curses were flying everywhere, Dark, Light, Grey, anything to win. Because in the end, that's all it was, a battle to win, to the death. Harry saw a Death Eater go down and his heart sank. Voldemort was losing! His love was losing! Snarling, Harry made himself known, ran out of his hiding spot and struck down the Auror responsible for the Death Eater, killing him quickly. Immediately, he was attacked by other Aurors, but he held his own, killing a great deal of them and even helping out other Death Eaters about to loose. Killing one more Auror, Harry stopped to look around, it was over, the Death Eaters had won, his love had won. Harry smiled contently.
"You, who the hell are you?" a voice called from behind him.
Harry turned to address his speaker and gave a twisted smile. He was wearing a mask, a deep purple one that only covered his eyes and nose, his mouth was free so that he could speak. No one should've been able to tell who he was. Other Death Eaters began to look in his direction, checking him out before turning away quickly.
"I asked you a question! Who are you?" Lucius Malfoy asked again.
Harry giggled and pressed his lips together. The Death Eaters eyes lingered this time, examining the one who dared defy an inner circle member. Lucius snarled, brought out his wand and held it up, pointed it threateningly at Harry who immediately stopped giggling. Harry glared hard at the man, his emeralds glinting angrily.
"You dare point that stick at me? You dare, when I am to be what I will become? I should strike you now, you vile, insignificant, little-"
"And what will you become?" a smooth voice asked.
Harry fell to his knees instantly, bowed his head and kept his eyes down. "Milord," he said.
"And how do you know of my identity?" Voldemort asked.
"One must know everything about the one they love," was Harry's smooth answer.
Voldemort raised a perfectly sculpted eye brow. "You love me?"
"I always have," Harry whispered.
The Dark Lord hummed. "Remove your mask."
Harry did as asked, revealing his angular face.
Lucius hissed instantly. "Potter," he spat, raising his previously lowered wand only to be stopped by a hand motion from the Dark Lord.
"Potter," the Voldemort said, "Prove to me your love."
"Milord, you can't be serious!" Lucius snarled.
Harry shot the torturing curse at him. "Don't question him!" Lucius screamed and writhed at the feet of his lord. Harry turned his eyes to the Dark Lord. "Milord, I have killed many Auror tonight as well as most of the Order in previous nights. You may view my mind if need be," Harry said and looked straight into his Lord's eyes. The man did view into his mind, picked at it until he felt content. Harry panted as his love retreated from his mind. "Are you pleased?" Harry asked hesitantly.
His Lord was silent for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I am."
A large smile spread out on Harry's face, a wild glint shone in his eyes, making many look away.
Voldemort nodded to Lucius still writhing on the ground. "Release him and come with me."
Harry did as told. "Yes Milord."