Chapter Three

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August 2, 1986- Unplottable Location- Malfoy Manor

Harry felt dizzy as he opened his eyes. He was in a field of grass, Cissa was next to him, he turned to her, confused.

"Cissa?"

"Yes, Harry?" Narcissa asked distractedly, she now had to find a way to get him past the wards. The wards were very finicky about who they let in and who they didn't.

"Where are we? How did we get here?" Harry moved forward towards the invisible barrier of the wards. Narcissa noticed this to late and was unable to stop him from coming into contact with them, she flinched slightly at the crack that sounded as he was thrown back.

"Ow!" Harry rubbed his backside and looked up to Narcissa for an explanation.

"Harry we are on the border of the Malfoy Estate. You just hit the wards, that's what threw you back." She explained and he nodded. "We apparated here from-"

She was cut off as Lucius appeared by way of port key to where Harry had activated the wards. The Malfoy Lord looked at her feeling relieved that it had only been an accident. He looked to see who had come with her, he was shocked by the sight of the boy.

"Narcissa? Who is he?" Lucius asked as he examined the boy, not realizing who it was until the scar was revealed as Harry picked himself off the ground, his bangs having fallen to reveal the lightning bolt. "Potter! Why is he here Narcissa?"

She sighed, Lucius had never liked James, and even less, Lily. He had always been proud of his blood, seeing anyone of less than pure blood made him boil in anger. She wondered if the Dark Lord would be able to keep him from harming the boy long enough to explain his intensions.

"Lucius, our Lord bid me to bring Harry here, if you have a problem with that, take it up with him." Narcissa said. "Just get the wards to allow him through."

Lucius glared at the boy who then hid behind her in fear of being harmed. Harry was scared, magic wasn't supposed to be real… Uncle Vernon had said so. But then what were the wards if not magic? He decided that he didn't like magic if all of it hurt like the wards had. He now took a glance at the man glaring at him. He hoped that Tom would come soon.

"Our Lord would have him killed Narcissa, so why are you standing in the way?" Lucius asked, he was not above killing the last Potter heir, it would be getting rid of the Lights only hope. He drew his wand and pointed it at the boy.

Narcissa allowed herself to change a little into her bird-like form. "Lucius, do you think our Lord would have me bring him here if he wanted him destroyed? The Dark Lord said nothing about harming him, so put the wand down." She hissed.

Lucius's eyes flashed. "Fine."

Narcissa changed back and turned to Harry kneeling so that she could talk to him face to face. "Harry… Harry, it's okay, Lucius won't hurt you." She brushed the black hair out of the boys face and brought his chin up. "Tom won't let him hurt you, okay?"

Harry sniffed and nodded, he took another look at Lucius, then smiled at her. "Okay, Cissa."

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It had taken a while, but they had finally gotten Harry keyed into the wards. Lucius fell into his chair in the library while Narcissa went to get Harry set in his room. Draco was out of the Manor for a few hours, he had been invited to the Zabini's to spend some time with their son, Blaise. He was somewhat glad that he didn't have to deal with the introductions yet. Draco wouldn't like another child in the house, he was too used to being the only one his parents paid attention to.

Lucius let his head fall back and he closed his eyes, his body was trying to regenerate it's magic as the Dark Lord had drained him a little in order to keep himself in his 'spirit' form until he could find a better host. Then of course, he was even more drained from keying the boy into the wards earlier.

"Lucius." Voldemorts voice sounded close to him and he pulled him self into a more proper sitting position.

"My Lord?" Lucius asked trying to mask the exhaustion he felt.

"Did you find my old diary?" The Dark Lord asked.

"Yes, my Lord. What should I do with it?" He asked. The diary had been among some of the other more dangerous Dark artifacts the Malfoy family had collected over time.

The Dark Lord was pleased upon hearing of Lucius success, soon, soon he would have a body once more. "Send it to Harry's muggle relatives. They will serve me well."

Lucius nodded. "My Lord, what about the magic? Will you be able to find a source for it?"

Voldemort thought for a moment. "Yes, the wards around the house will provide enough for me, until I can find a ley line to draw off of."

Voldemorts presence left the room to wander through the Manor. Lucius lifted a hand to rub at his brow feeling a headache coming on. His Lord may sound less like the fanatical creature he had become after the attack on their forces all those years ago, but he still would use and kill the muggles he so hated as he wished. At least for now he seemed to be less likely to use the Cruciatus on his followers.

He groaned and stood, the Dark Lord would not be pleased if he took to long on his assignment. He wondered absently how the others who had escaped Azkaban were fairing. It had been years since he had spoken with the others, especially Severus. The Potions Master was working at Hogwarts last he heard, maybe it was time he got his old 'friends' together again.

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November 26, 1986- Scotland- Hogwarts

"Headmaster, I have received word from Arabella." Minerva said over her cup of tea.

"Yes?" Albus prompted.

"The wards went down and the Dursleys were found lifeless two days ago. There was no sign of Harry at all in the house." Minerva set her tea cup down. "Albus, what could this mean? You don't think--You-Know-Who couldn't have possibly have risen in such a short time."

Albus sighed and leaned back in his chair. He had hoped that they would have until Harry's first year at least before Voldemort tried anything.

"Only time will tell, Minerva, only time…"

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That seems like a good place to stop for now. Time to start another chapter… Review.