"Is there a reason you wished to see me Severus?" Harry asked ever polite as he sipped at his alcoholic beverage.

The potion masters stayed silent, staring into his own untouched drink as if it were the last sane thing in the world and he was looking for answers. Harry just watched and waited for his answer to come. Finally the man looked up. Harry could see the fear and nervousness in his eyes.

"Voldemort wishes to see you."

"Oh? Did he ask you to send me a message?"

Severus slowly nodded his head.

"He informed both Lucius and I to get a hold of you…"

"Ah, and you got me first." Harry hummed.

Snape swallowed.

"He knows I'm on your side."

"That's because I told him." Harry smiled.

Snape tensed slightly.

"Do not worry Severus. He shall not harm you. Just as he shall not harm anyone on my side. I gave a fair trade for you and he does not yet wish to go against me. Perhaps when he is more self assured in his own power you will have to be wary, but for now he is still recovering, still trying to get all his forces back under his reign. He is being cautious for now, and shall for a while."

"You wish me to stay in his ranks then?" Severus asked thickly.

"Yes. Voldemort will give you messages to pass onto me and you can tell me everything I need to know about these meetings and the people around you."

Severus swallowed again and then took a long swig of his drink. Setting the glass down he stood.

"When do you wish me to report?" He asked softly.

"Keep a journal with all the useful info." Harry said idly. "When I need it I will ask."

Then Harry pulled a thin leather bound book from his pocket and slid it over to the man.

"Use this. Even Dumbledore and a group of the best curse breakers in Gringotts will not be able to get into this."

Severus nod and took the small book cautiously, sliding it away in his own thick robes.

"I must be going milord." He mumbled.

"Just call me Harry, Severus." Harry smiled, his smile fleeting and hollow.

.-.

"My pet said you wanted to see me?" Harry asked as he swept into the room full of Death Eaters.

Most started violently, a few wands drawn. A few trigger happy people even fired spells. Harry tsked and watched the spells splash against the shield around him.

"Keep your dogs on a shorter leash Tom." He said.

Voldemort gave a barked laugh and waved his Death Eater's aside. Harry walked through the room to where Voldemort sat on a tall thrown. Harry moved to sit down, a chair swirling into existence right behind him. Voldemort watched the show of power with an odd smile. But Harry could see the caution and fear in his eyes. Yes, Voldemort was still weak and wary and that suited Harry fine.

"I wished to know if you would like to attend some of our weekly meetings." Voldemort said smirking, his voice even.

Harry knew what the man wanted. He wanted Harry here so the Dark sides would hear rumours that he had joined Voldemort. So that all those people and werewolves who were hesitating to join Voldemort's side because they wished to see what the 'Chosen One' would do, would join Voldemort with out much more thought.

Harry tilted his head and examined the man who looked so much like his Marvolo. There was a difference though. This man had fifty more years of experience. Harry wondered if he should say yes or no. He settled for neutral.

"Perhaps I shall stay for some." He said with a hum. "I shall stay for this meeting at least."

Voldemort couldn't hide the flash of triumph he felt, his red eyes glinting as his smirk widened just slightly. Harry wondered if the man thought he had perhaps out witted Harry. Harry shrugged the question off and watched the proceedings of the meeting with a keen eye.

.-.

"A letter?" Maen asked from where he was sharpening a blade.

"Yes. From Dumbledore." Harry answered easily as he tossed the parchment in the fire.

He gave Hedwig a quick stroke as he stood and she nibbled his hair before taking off out the open window once more.

"What does he want?" Noir asked yawning.

"He wants me to come stay at his Order's clubhouse for the rest of the summer." Harry shrugged idly.

He reached onto his dresser and pulled out the sword the two had given him long ago with the green emerald. He strapped it to his belt and pulled a dark cloak on. Noir rolled over on Harry's bed and looked at him questioningly.

"I'm going out for a while." Harry responded to the silent question. "I have not been to the Black Market for a while and there is a tournament going on."

"Ooh! I want to come."

"Noir." Maen warned. "You haven't had blood in a while. You have to stay here while I go hunting tonight."

Noir was odd for a vampire. Half the time he was so absent he didn't notice the niggling hunger. In fact if not for Maen Noir would have flown into a bloodlust more then twice a month from not feeding properly. And he didn't like hunting his food. He said it was boring.

Noir pouted and Harry shot him a look.

"If you keep flopping around on my bed like that you will mess it up."

Noir snorted pointedly.

"Why are you even in my room?" Harry asked after a moment.

"It's comfy." Noir pouted.

Harry rolled his eyes in a hollow gesture and allowed Ne, who had been curled around a bedpost, to slid up around his torso.

:I wisssh to come.: He hissed.

"I thought he was your familiar." Maen said.

Harry raised a brow at the statement.

"He is."

"Then why is it you rarely have him around?" The werewolf asked.

"Because he is my familiar he can be away from me for such lengths. Our bond makes him much more independent and intelligent."

Maen just blinked. Harry said nothing more on the subject and grabbed his bag, slipping it over his shoulder.

"You won't be coming back after the fight?" Noir whined seeing the bag.

"No. I'm going to go see this clubhouse." Harry smirked. "Sirius is there also, and I wish to see my godfather once again. I have a few questions for him."

.-.

Harry smirked at the man across from him as he raised his blade. The man snarled at him, furious. He wiped away sweat violently and lunged at Harry going for the kill. In on quick movement that was barely visible to the crowd he had stepped past the man and was flicking his sword, dislodging the blood on the blade. He sheathed his sword while the man now behind him fell to his knees and then toppled over, head rolling away freely.

A loud chorus of cheers rose. Harry gave a mocking bow to the corpse and hopped delicately from the stage. He took a seat on one of the benches lined against one area for competitors. He was dwarfed by the two men beside him. He was small and delicate for his age, appearing more twelve in his height then fifteen. His face though, while delicate made him almost looked wiser, older. Next to the two rough-and-gruff men beside him he looked like glass.

Harry ignored the glances sent his way as he scanned the crowd. They had held the tournament in the Black Market in the middle of one of the four way street corners. It was a large space usually taken up by vendors whom had been pushed aside for the day. The sage was a crude wood one that was elevated off the ground. A huge crowd had gathered around, filling up all the space in the area to see. A rope fence that had some nasty spells on it was what kept spectators three feet from the stage. A referee wearing black and white stripes was commentating with a soronus charm.

"You here for the prize money?" Giant number one on his left asked gruffly, glancing down at Harry warily.

Harry noted that he was not under estimating him, he was wiser then the one on the right who had taken one look at him and snorted, even after he'd killed.

"No." Harry said simply.

Compared to his vaults the two hundred galleon reward was nothing. Besides that he had no need for money. If he wanted something he got it.

"…the main prize?" He asked dubiously.

Ah, the main prize. Even if the whole Black Market was a bit sketchy Harry had not expected the main prize to be a young woman around nineteen wrapped up with ribbon covering her privates and her hands wrapped around a set of sturdy, well crafted knives. By the way she was sobbing against the gag and blindfold she was not here out of free will. She was pretty, Harry would admit, with thick chocolate hair, tanned skin, and a curvy figured.

"No."

"Why you here then?" he grunted suspiciously.

Harry gave him a sharp grin that was far too wide to be friendly and showed far too many teeth to be anything non-threatening.

"I enjoy the blood."

The man swallowed thickly while giant number two just snorted. Harry ignored the obvious disdain knowing his next opponent was giant number two anyways. Harry smirked just slightly, the smirk fleeting and dangerous.

.-.

"Hmm." Harry hummed as he wiped the last splatter of blood from his cheek.

The girl bound in front of him stared with open terror, her innocence running down her cheek like liquid crystals.

"What to do with you?" He asked idly. "Killing you would be easiest."

She stiffened till it looked painful and made an odd half whimper sound in her throat. He gave a tittering laugh and grabbed her by the bow on her back. He had already pocketed the gold and the pretty daggers. Glancing at the crew that was cleaning up what was left of his last opponent he spun and headed for the closest apparation point. He had picked the girl up and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Harry was small and thin for his age but he was still the same height as her.

When he reached the apparation point he focused on his location and vanished with a sharp crack. When he landed back on solid pavement he turned and headed for the row of houses. He could hear the girl gagging against her gag. She was most likely upset over the method of travel. Gazing at the London townhouses he walked forwards. Passing through the wards that surrounded number twelve was child's play to Harry. He barely noticed them.

He strode up to the door and banged the knocker once, twice, three times and waited.

A scuffle and scream was heard past the door. Slowly it opened, a wand already pointed at him. Mad-eye Moody peered at him suspiciously.

"Potter." He grunted.

"Moody." Harry said lightly.

"Ah, Harry my boy."

Harry gave Dumbledore a polite nod and the old man shooed Mad eye aside to open the door fully.

"I'm glad you accepted my request to join us here." He smiled.

Then his eyes caught the young woman and the red ribbon barely covering her privates. His eyes hardened in a way that showed that no matter how old he was he was still powerful. Harry could see how this man had survived two wars and won one. Harry gave a slight smirk and dumped her in Mad-eye's arms. The man appeared slightly surprised as he grabbed the woman bridal style. She stared up at him with the same terror she'd stared at Harry.

"Who is she, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, voice as cold as ice.

Even moody shivered at the tone.

"I have no idea." Harry flitted. "I entered a tournament and won. She was my prize. I don't want to deal with her. I leave that to you."

"And where is this tournament?" Moody asked suspiciously.

"The Black Market." He said easily.

"That's a Dark Wizard nest." The old man grunted.

"No," Harry disagreed. "That is one of the very few places in the world where light and dark don't matter. Only power does."

Then Sirius appeared. He swept Harry off his feet and Harry politely listened top his rapid speech as he nudged his godfather down the hall leaving the two old men and the bound woman.

.-.

End of Chapter 41. Sorry about the long stretch between updates. I had no access to internet or a computer during summer.