Chapter Two

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August 1, 1986- Unplottable Location- Malfoy Manor

The Malfoy estate was a beautiful expanse of land. The Manor itself stood tall and grand against the rolling fields of the land. Built of grey marble the Manor had withstood centuries of storms and battles since its construction by the first Malfoy's to have lived in England.

Voldemort slipped past the wards surrounding the estate with ease while using a garden snake that had been roaming near the border for food. He knew that Lucius had denied him during the trials, he would have to punish him for that, however, this meant that one of his more useful supporters had been able to stay out of Azkaban. Narcissa on the other hand had not been marked due to her dominant veela blood and thus had never been suspect by the ministry to go through the trials. She and her sister, Bellatrix, had been his strongest supporters, Bella being the more active, but Narcissa had always been working for him as much or more than her husband. It was a shame that Bella had been caught.

He slithered through the gardens in the back of the Manor slowly, he hoped that he could find Narcissa quickly, it would take longer if she wasn't in the gardens like she had usually been while he still had his body. He was in luck though as he came upon the Lady Malfoy and the apparent heir to the Malfoy name.

"Draco, stop tugging at your sleeves, I know they are uncomfortable, but you must get used to them." Narcissa chided the young blond.

Draco stopped and put his hands in his lap pouting. "Mother…"

Voldemort left the snake and latched onto the boy's young mind, it would be much easier to possess the boy than it would be to try and possess Narcissa. Draco stiffened and his eyes went blank, Narcissa noticed this and became wary of what her son might do. She drew her wand to try and dispel whatever had possessed him.

"Narcissa…" The Lady Malfoy froze at the way Draco said her name. The nuances and inflections so similar to one she had not heard in years.

"My Lord?" She asked lowering her wand.

"Yes Narcissa," The possessed boy nodded, "I need you to do something for me."

"Yes my Lord, anything." Narcissa bowed her head in acknowledgement of her Master's orders.

Voldemort looked at her and started to relay his orders to her. "I need you to bring me Harry Potter."

Narcissa jerked her head up in surprise. "But my Lord, surely there are wards around the boy that would keep me from him."

"The wards only keep those who would harm him out, there is nothing keeping him from going willingly with someone who won't hurt him." Voldemort said, he smirked at the look on her face. "He is at Number 4, Privet Drive, in a town called Little Whining, Surrey. It should not be too difficult for you to get him out."

"Of course, my Lord, I shall do it. May I ask why you want the boy?" Narcissa stood and summoned a house elf to get rid of the dishes from the lunch she had been sharing with Draco.

Voldemort thought for a moment. What would he do with the boy? He may have promised to take care of the boy, but other than that… he knew that the boy was powerful and that whosever's side he was on in the upcoming war could determine the victor. He would have to make sure the boy stayed on his side then. Train him into the perfect weapon against the so called Light.

"All will be revealed when you return with him here." Voldemort said. Narcissa narrowed her gaze in slight annoyance at not being told why she was risking her life to get the Potter boy.

A thought occurred to the half-veela then. "My Lord, how will I get the boy to come with me? Surely he won't want to leave wherever he is at."

Voldemort smiled, Narcissa would find out quickly that this task would be easier than she though it would be when she arrived at Harry's house. The boy would go with her no questions asked once he knew that he had sent her. "Tell Harry that Tom sent you. Go as soon as possible Narcissa."

Narcissa bowed. "Yes, my Lord. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Tell me where Lucius is, I must speak with him about his trial." Voldemort would make sure that the Malfoy Lord was punished for denying him.

"He will be in his study at this time of day, or one of the house elves could show you where he is." Narcissa said, she knew that her husband would be punished, but there was nothing she could do to stop the Dark Lord. Lucius deserved whatever punishment he received from their Lord. "My Lord, Lucius only was doing what any other Malfoy would do when faced with imprisonment, don't be too harsh."

Voldemort narrowed his gaze. "Narcissa, you speak out of place, Lucius will be punished for his actions, as will all the Death eaters who have denied me . You'd do well to remember that."

Narcissa held her tongue as another snide remark tried to escape. She watched as her son was released from Voldemorts possession and the boy swayed slightly on his feet before he feel back into the chair he had been using. His eyes blinked and came back into focus.

"Mother? What happened?" Draco's voice sounded tired.

"The Dark Lord has visited us and once he regains his body he will be staying with us for some time. I will be bringing Harry Potter to stay with us, on our Lords orders." Narcissa said to her son whose eyes widened at the mention at the names.

"Harry Potter? But why?" He asked innocently.

Narcissa smiled at her son and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I do not know, love, but it is for the best, our Lord will tell us when I return with the boy. Go practice your magic now, I must get ready to get the boy."

"Yes mother." Draco returned to the training area in the gardens and started his spell work as Narcissa headed to the Manor in order to get ready for her assignment.

"Great Morgan, keep Lucius safe…" She whispered as the bond between her and her mate tingled with Lucius's apprehension, she blocked the bond and went about getting ready.

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August 2, 1986- Little Whining-Surrey

Arabella Figg was not by any means a nosey women, unlike others on the block such as Petunia Dursley, but every once in a while she would make sure she knew enough about one person on her block. She had been charged with the duty of watching the young Boy-Who-Lived and making sure that he stayed with his aunt. But being slightly overconfident that the boy was fine and that no Death Eater would ever dare try and take the boy from his home she allowed herself to become lax in her job.

When a tall blonde women arrived at No. 4, Arabella had considered calling Albus to tell him, but the lady was professionally dressed and so she put it off as the women being one of Vernon Dursley's coworkers. Arabella closed the window blinds and went back to watching her cats.

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Narcissa curled her lip in distaste for a moment before sliding her face back into the social worker persona she had chosen for her task. She hoped that the muggles wouldn't be much trouble. It would be much easier if she could just stun and obliviate them then take the boy. She brought her hand to the doorbell and rang while wondering why in the name of Morgana muggles had been chosen to look after the Boy-Who-Lived.

The door opened to reveal the largest boy she had ever seen. The boy was even larger than the Crabbe and Goyle boys, who both in their own right were very large. But this boy who looked no older than her own son, was huge. No this was not the son of Lily and James Potter, she smiled sweetly at the boy.

"May I speak to one of your parents dear?" The boy nodded, she cringed as he turned and yelled for his mother. A women entered from what Narcissa assumed was the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel.

"Yes? What may I do for you?" The women asked, Narcissa then recognized the women from the crowd at Hogwarts when they congratulated Lily upon her graduation. Narcissa noticed how different this women was from the girl who had been introduced as Lily's sister. This women was bitter and cold, she reminded Narcissa of how Severus was.

"I am from Mr. Potter's school, I am a social worker there. May I come in?" Narcissa asked. The wards were checking her for any ill will against its inhabitants, they were very distracting, but soon they went away as Petunia let her in.

"There have been some very unsettling reports from Mr. Potter's school. He is your nephew correct?" Narcissa looked at the hallway portraits noticing that none held a hint that another boy lived in the house. Petunia gained a nervous and slightly fearful look when she heard the boys name.

"Yes, he is, but I do not know why you might be concerned with him. He is very shy yes, but he is a good boy most of the time, if he gets out of line we do punish him." Petunia said. Narcissa mentally narrowed her eyes sensing something was wrong, this women was lying and she knew it.

"Could you please fetch him for me? I wish to speak with him." Narcissa had to see the boy, she had to know what her Lord had found here that would make him forget about the prophecy.

"Yes, yes, of course. Wait here, I will go get Harry." Petunia stood nervously and then headed towards the door. She paused before leaving. "What was your name again?"

Narcissa tapped her fingers impatiently against her leg, but she smiled and then held out her hand. "How rude of me. I am Narcissa Malfoy." She shook Petunia's hand making a mental note to wash it as soon as she returned to the Manor.

Petunia left the kitchen and Narcissa looked around the room wishing that this meeting would be over soon. Muggles were so infuriating, she couldn't wait to get the boy and get out of here.

Harry entered the kitchen, the words his aunt and uncle had hissed to him as Petunia had dragged him from out of his cupboard echoing in his mind. If he said anything about how he was actually treated then he would be locked in his cupboard for three weeks with no food. He feared what the women may ask him about his time in the Dursleys house, but when he saw her his hopes rose. She matched the description Tom had given him in his dream, maybe Tom was real?

He sat down warily at the table as Vernon entered behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder, griping tightly, just incase he tried to say anything to get out of this place. The Dursleys may hate him and his freakishness, but they didn't want him to go due to his usefulness as a maid/servant.

"Mr. Dursley I presume?" Narcissa asked lightly, the man was nervous, she could tell. She took a good look at him and then at Harry.

"Yes, I am the boy's uncle. What do you need to know?" Vernon shifted nervously and his grip tightened, Harry suppressed a wince. "Harry here is happy with us," Harry nodded as the grip tightened, "if he ever acts up I take care of his discipline, but otherwise he is a good boy."

Narcissa placed her hands in front of her and looked at the man intensely. "And what kind of punishment is this?" She looked then to Harry, he was very thin and the clothing he wore was too big to be his own. "If there is one thing I can see, he is not being fed enough. If that is the case then he will be taken out of your care and charges will be filed against you for child abuse."

Vernon paled. "We feed him enough! We have cared for him, put clothes on his back and a roof over his head for the past six years!"

"Calm down, Mr. Dursley. I will speak with Harry alone, without you directing what he says. If I decide that he is being neglected or abused in anyway, then I will have to take him. Only after I've talked with him will we decide the best course of action." Narcissa watched as the man turned an unattractive puce color then turned and walked out of the room.

"Are you really a social worker?" Harry asked quietly, he didn't want Vernon to hear his questions for the lady.

Narcissa smiled and answered his question softly, she couldn't cast a silencing spell incase the wards went off. "I can't answer that without alerting the muggles. All you need to know is that Tom sent me."

Harry lifted his head at the name, his eyes bright. "Tom? He was real then?" Harry looked at her happily. "I can leave the Dursleys with you. Tom said he would make my wish come true, but I didn't believe him. When do we leave?" Harry rambled.

"Soon, the muggles won't like you leaving, so they might try to stop us, but I can handle them." Narcissa stood and helped the boy to stand as well. "You will never be coming back here so gather everything you want to take with you." Harry nodded and led her into the hall and to the cupboard. He opened it and ducked inside for a moment while Narcissa seethed. This was how the savior of the wizarding world was treated? Like nothing more than a disgraced house elf? Even the house elves at the Manor had bigger living quarters than this!

Just as Harry was closing the cupboard Vernon entered the hall. He turned purple as Harry clutched a thread bare blanket to his chest in fear.

"Boy! What lies are you telling!" Vernon raised his arm ready to hit the boy.

Narcissa drew her wand and held it at the large mans throat, wards be damned. She would kill the filthy muggle before he was able to even touch the boy.

"You will not touch him." She hissed, her grip tightened around the wand her nails turning into claws and wind starting to blow around her.

Vernon stumbled back, fearful of the woman in front of him. Narcissa turned to Harry and softened her voice so as not to startle the boy more.

"Harry wait outside. I must take care of this muggle." Harry nodded as she turned back on Vernon, eyes flashing with rage.

Harry went outside and sat on the door step, he hugged his blanket tightly. It was the only thing he really owned, everything else were cast offs of Dudley's.

Minutes passed as he thought of Tom. Why had he been so quick to trust the teen? He usually was wary of other people since Dudley always either scared them off or turned them against him. Maybe because Tom was a dream and not real, at least he hadn't been then. But Tom was real… so that had to mean he wasn't totally worthless, right?

Harry was startled out of his thoughts as Narcissa exited the house looking satisfied. "Hello Harry, I didn't get to introduce myself properly. My name is Narcissa Malfoy." She held her hand out to the boy he took it and was helped up to stand. "You may call me Cissa, only at home though."

Home… It sounded so nice. The Dursleys had not been home. "Alright Cissa." Narcissa held his hand and took him to the edge of the wards and apparated.

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Right, anyone realize that I don't like the same page count for the chapters in my stories? Some are short, some are long, some in between. That was random… review, please.