"...you failed me." Voldemort whispered, his sinister smirk marring his snake like features.

A man with long brown hair huddled on the stone floor in front of the dark lord, black robes lying in a puddle of his own blood. The mans body shook as he tried to hold his head up to look at his master, only getting to eye the end of his black robes.

"I t-tried my l-lord, t-t-the aurors arrived a-and everything fell apa-"

"I don't want your excuses! You failed...and that is all I need to know." The dark lord turned slightly, looking towards the small boy who stood behind him.

"Watch carefully Harry, for this is how we deal with failures. Avada Kedavra!"

Harrys eyes went wide as he watched the mans body become still in a flash of green and in the next second as his body flopped fully onto the floor, scarred face splashing the puddle of blood before him. Looking down, the child numbly noticed the blotches of red liquid that now decorated his new robes.

Like every Saturday Harry was at the Riddle manor, taking lessons from the very evil and very powerful Lord Voldemort. His master had started todays lesson off by saying he'd be seeing and learning something new. Harry had tried to guess as to what it was but had honestly come up short.

He'd already learned two of the unforgivables...so he probably should've known it would be this one.

The green eyed boy had never actually seen the killing curse before. He'd learned about it, thought about, he could've sworn he'd even dreamt about it...but no, he'd never seen it.

Although, that did not mean Harry had never seen death. He'd watched his master torture men till their souls gave out, until their souls were bleeding and their voices gave out under the force of their wailing pleads...he'd never seen someone die so quickly though.

The way this mans face had been twisted in fear and unease, yet his eyes were also lite with an odd sense of hope. Like he wasn't sure if he was going to live or not...the man wasn't prepared and it unnerved the boy greatly.

But Harry...torture is fun...the snake hissed as it slithered through the dark abyss of his abused mind.

Was it bad he felt so giddy about using this new curse?

He knew his master would say no...but the red haired lady that lived in his head would definitely say otherwise. The Dark Lord turned towards his student with a malicious grin, Harry matched it quickly with a smirk of his own.

"Now, it is your turn, my apprentice." He whispered before making a motion with his hand towards the door behind Harry.

The Boy turned around and eyed the tall doors- the entrance of the dueling room, as they opened slowly. A familiar man walked in with long, quick strides, holding a small rope.

"Father!"

Harry smiled at the blonde man, but it quickly fell upon seeing what trailed after him. His father was pulling a young girl, her clothes were disheveled and she had so much dirt on her you could not tell the color of her skin. She was limping and barley keeping up, his father pulling ever so often to keep her pace up to par.

Once fully in the room, Lucius pulled the rope forward so ruffly that the skinny little girl was thrown to her knees in front of Harry and the Dark Lord. She immediately bowed her head and hunched over, as if bowing in front of the powerful wizards.

Lucius let go of the rope and walked over to Harry's right side putting a hand on his sons shoulder. Harry looked up at the touch and gave a timid smile, to which Lucius only nodded.

"You know the curse Harry...go on." His master grinned wickedly.

Yes, yes he did...but...

But now he wasn't so sure about using it. He'd never killed anyone before, just tortured a few.

His master had always finished them off.

Harry didn't know what to do...

The Red haired lady was screaming at him, pulling at her hair and crying. The red haired lady had been in his mind for a long time now...and she was always right. Maybe he should just listen?

But one look at his masters face made him shake his head and push the red head away. Harry set his face into a blank stare and turned towards the girl.

He would not fail his master. This was what he was born to do.

His face stayed emotionless except for his expressive emerald eyes, which shined with anxiety and terror. He looked down into the eye of the equally, albeit more terrified girl in front of him and almost lost his reslove.

"Do it Harry, make us proud." That was his father...he felt the hand on his shoulder squeeze tight...and then as lucius let go completely...Harry's eyes finally began to calm.

He lifted his wand at the broken, beaten girl in front of him. She was now looking directly at the Wizards, as if excepting her fate and needing to see and memorize the faces of her tormentors, if only to hopefully haunt them in her eternal rest.

Harry took a breathe and looked directly into her wide, glassy eyes...his hand tightened on his wand.

"Ava-"

Emerald eyes shined and opened wide to the flash of green carpet, before it connected with the boys pale face. He yelled in pain, but didn't dare move, his mind muddled and confused.

Harry Malfoy stayed on the floor, labored breathing being the only sound in his large room. His forehead was sweating and his eyes were shut tight, trying to ease the dizziness he now felt.

His bright eyes cautiously opened once more and he stared at the blurry wall of his room for a moment, the black and silver paint blurring together into something wonderful. Harry sat against his bed frame for awhile longer, slowly letting the fact that it was all just a nightmare settle in. He tried to move his head, but hissed at the stinging that came from both sides.

One from the fall, and the other he knew was from his now throbbing scar.

He picked himself up, sitting at the edge of his queen sized bed. His hand moved to gently touched his scar, quickly making sure it wasn't bleeding and with a sigh of relief he let himself fall back on his quilt. The raven haired boy closed his eyes, putting his arm over his forehead and breathing in deeply.

The nightmares were back...

Though he couldn't really call them nightmares now could he? No, more like resurfaced memories. His first kill...Harry was only 8 when he was forced to kill that girl.

Those blue eyes he knew, would always haunt his every thought.

He was now 11 and had killed 10 more people since then. They'd all been deserving of it though, people who had betrayed his master...so in return they had betrayed him, right? All the others were traders and thieves in their own right, they'd asked for it...

That girl though...he had been made to kill her for her status as a mudblood. He wasn't sure why but he felt...bad? Was that the feeling? Remorse...? Was that it? Damn, he really wasn't sure.

None of his other kills ever disturbed him quite like the first. Killing was actually easy now, his master had even made it fun most of the time.

"Harry! Harry!"

At the sound of the yelling and rushed footsteps Harry sat up quickly, his head protesting at the sudden movement. A young blonde boy now stood in his doorway, wearing a nice black suit. There was an identical one hanging in Harry's closet actually, curtosy of their wonderful- always wanting her twin boys to match, mother.

Harry knew Draco actually liked the suit he was wearing though. He loved feeling like a prince and of course that meant looking the part. The blonde boy was completely ready for the day it seemed, besides his hair- which was wild and out of place. Some began to hang in front of his eyes as he now laughed.

"Did you just wake up!? Blimey Harry, you do know what day it is...right?" Draco grinned, now standing at the foot of his brothers bed.

What a sarcastic ass, Harry laughed.

"Of course I do you prat! I just don't take an hour to get myself ready." Harry scooted forward so that his legs now hung off the end of his bed.

"I'll have you know, I've bin awake for only 30 minutes and I have absolutely everything ready!"

Harry stared at his brother with a blank face for a moment. Dracos small, childish face always showed so much expression. He could see he was proud, exasperated, and very, very excited. It was astonishing to Harry that one could even feel so much, it was something he'd always liked about his brother. He sometimes felt that his brother had just taken the feelings right out of him while they were in the womb, Draco sure had enough for the both of them.

Harry found it very hard to feel, his heart had gone almost completely numb over the years. And honestly, how could one learn to feel when they constantly needed to just be...numb.

But then again somehow...somehow Draco could break through his wall. Making him feel happy, even sometimes- like now, his excitement just seemed to poor into Harry, making him feel...for lack of a better word, bubbly.

"Wow...want a chocolate frog for your tremendous achievement?" Harry grinned with his arms wide and inviting.

Boyish laughter filled the room as Draco swiped at Harry, causing him to lunge from his bed and tackle the blonde. Harry sat on his brothers stomach on the floor, taking Dracos hands and playfully making the boy hit himself in the face.

Draco laughed harder before pushing his brother off with a great shove and watched as Harry stood, brushing invisible dirt off his pajamas.

'Really...he can be so pompous.' Draco shook his head.

"Well get ready, little brother." Draco laughed as Harry frowned. "Mum said to be down stairs ready to walk out the door at 9. It's 8:45." He smiled, laughed like a mad man and ran out of the room.

Harry shook his head, letting out a soft, dry laugh through his walls before heading towards his closet to change.

With his now packed and shrunken trunk in hand, Harry walked out of his room and into the spacious obsidian hallway. While he was walking through Malfoy manor, he began to slowly ponder over why he wasn't more happy about today. As cold as he was, the thought of going away to a magical school with no worries or stress was very...intriguing?

Yet, he couldn't feel happy about it. Maybe he'd lost the ability to feel things like happiness, excitement...love.

Making his way down the marble steps which led to one of the many family rooms, Harry saw his brother at the front door, sitting on his huge trunk with his right hand under his chin and propped on his leg.

Harry looked further into the room and saw his parents standing in front of each other. His fathers fists clenched and his mothers face had a pinkish tint to it, letting Harry know that they were obviously fighting.

He sighed and decided to try and mend the situation, stepping down onto the last step deliberately hard causing a resounding smack against the stone, making everyone look towards him.

Harry faked a smile as his family eyed him, he was sure they had no idea it was fake though- he was a master at pretending by now.

After a last glance towards his wife and a quick shake of the head, Lucius came to stand in front of Harry.

"You are coming with me and Draco will be going with your mother." His voice was hard and left no room for objection.

Or so Harry thought.

"What!? Father, you can't be serious! This is our first year! Me and Harry wanted to be on the train together!" Draco was standing now, facing Lucius back with a pout on his pale face.

Lucius spun on his eldest son, giving him a sharp look as he answered, "It's Harry and I. Honestly Draco, speak with elegance or don't speak at all. You will be on the train together, Harry and I shall be attending a meeting beforehand."

With that said Lucius grabbed hold of Harry's right shoulder, steering him towards the fire place. The small boy allowed himself to be guided into the floo but looked towards his brother, his heart flipping at Dracos crestfallen face.

Harry quickly lifted his hand then, raising his pinky with a small smile and just before Lucius threw the powder down, he saw his brother lift his own, their promise spoken through a bond that needed no words.