Hello! Here is the next chapter. I'm shocked that I got this out in one day. Once I started writing, I just couldn't stop. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own HP.

Harry frowned as he sat at the table for breakfast. He had waited well past the time he was to meet Draco and still the blond had yet to show. Harry had eventually gave up and gone to bed, so that he would be well rested for the match this morning.

"Jameson…I'm sure Draco is fine." Hermione said from beside him.

Harry sighed, "I don't know. I can feel that something isn't right."

Hermione raised her eyebrow and Harry inwardly cursed. She didn't know that they were soulmates. He shook his head, "maybe its just because of the finals."

Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Harry cut her off. "Really, Hermione. I'm sure that its fine."

She shut her mouth and went back to eating. She paused and glanced over at Harry, "are you prepared for the final today? I know that Draco knows more then he lets on."

Harry nodded, "and I'm positive that I know things as well. I can handle Draco."

Hermione just rolled her eyes. Harry hid his worry. There was no sense in worrying Hermione, not if he could help it. They finished breakfast and made their way through the front doors and out beside the quidditch pitch.

Harry turned to Hermione, "this is where I leave you. Wish me luck."

Hermione grinned and reached up to kiss Harry on the cheek. He smiled as he watched her walk away and then he made his way to the room set apart for the two duelers. He opened the door and held his breath as if he expected Draco to already be there.

When he wasn't, Harry's shoulders sagged in disappointment. He was actually very worried about Draco. Where was the blond? He absently fingered his wand. HIs senses were tingling and off the roof. Something was wrong. He was sure.

The door slowly opened and Harry turned. He froze as he spotted Draco standing in the doorway of the room.

Harry frowned. There was something off about Draco. HIs eyes narrowed as Draco stealthily moved from the door to stand directly in front of Harry. Draco smirked, "Hadrian."

Harry swallowed. Draco never used his full name. He glared at Draco, "who are you and what have you done with Draco?"

Draco merely smirked, "I'm hurt Hadrian." He took a step back and placed his hand on his chest, "how could you forget me?" He then took a step forward and leaned down to whisper in Harry's ear. "I was the one who made you."

Harry took a step back. "You. Voldemort."

Voldemort reached up and fisted his fingers in Harry's hair, "I don't know what's going on in your mind Hadrian…but I don't like it. It is time for you to end this farce."

Harry scowled, "let go of me!"

He moved his arm to grab Voldemort's and gripped the arm holding his hair hard. He glared at Voldemort, "your time is over, Father…I will make sure of that."

Voldemort let go of Harry with a snort. "I know everything about you Hadrian." He smirked and crossed his arms, "on second thought…this will be a most amusing game." He bent down to whisper in Harry's ear, "starting with the Malfoy brat. Will you be able to save him?"

Harry lunged forwards his hands outstretched but Voldemort merely stepped out of the way. Harry glared at Voldemort, "what have you done with Draco?"

Voldemort laughed, "he's still alive…for now. Doesn't that count for something?"

Harry clenched his fists. "Bring him back."

Voldemort crossed his arms and stared at Harry. "No. Draco is a high bargaining chip. I think I'll hold on to him."

Harry sucked in a breath. He needed to get Draco away from Voldemort. Harry closed his eyes inwardly struggling with what to do. There was really only one thing to do. He knelt down in front of Voldemort. "Please…I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

Harry took in a deep, shuddering breath. He thought of his parents, his brother and sister. His friends, Hermione. They would never know how sorry he was. "Anything."

He stilled as he felt Voldemort's hands run through his hair, "wise choice Hadrian. It is time to leave this plebeian place." Harry closed his eyes as he felt the pull of a obvious portkey. When the room stopped spinning, Harry could see that he was in the mansion he was first brought to when he had arrived in this world.

He let out a silent gasp when his eyes landed on Draco's chained form. He ran forward and gripped the blond's face in his hands, forcing Draco to meet his eyes. "Draco. Can you hear me?"

Draco weakly opened his eyes to meet green. "Harry…what are you doing here?"

Harry let out a choked laugh. "It doesn't matter. Your safe." He placed his forehead against Draco's, "I'm sorry Draco." That was all he was able to say before he placed a portkey in Draco's hands and the blond vanished.

Hermione shuffled in the stands. What was taking so long? Jameson and Draco should have been out by now. Matthew frowned at her side, "something is wrong."

Hermione bit her lip. "I'm worried."

Lacy moved forward to join the conversation, "I saw Dumbledore and the other teachers move-" she stopped when suddenly the crowd grew quiet as there was a flash and none other then Draco Malfoy appeared in the middle of the pitch.

Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. "What happened to him?"

Matthew shook his head, "I'm not sure…it looks like he's been…tortured."

Dumbledore raised his wand to his throat, "students, please make your way back to your common rooms and if I could have Ms. Granger meet me in the infirmary."

Hermione stood up and left Matthew and Lacy to make her way to the infirmary. When she got there, Madame Pomfrey was working hard on a prone body that she could tell was Draco Malfoy by his blond hair. To her surprise, the Potter's were there talking with Dumbledore in low voices.

Dumbledore turned at her entrance, "Ms. Granger."

"You wanted to see me Headmaster?"

"Yes. Have you see Jameson Evans anywhere?"

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head. "I saw him this morning…he was worried about Draco."

Lily glared at James, "I told you I felt something happen. Now, he's back in the hands of that madman."

James held up his hands to try and calm his irate wife. "Lily…I'm sure that whatever happened Harry did-"

Lily was spitting fire. "You get our son back right now James Potter. You and Sirius…" she trailed off as she started to cry. James moved to wrap his arms around her, "shhh. I meant what I said at the platform. I'll find him. I promise."

Hermione was confused. Who were the Potter's talking about? She was sure that Matthew was their oldest child and yet they had mentioned a…Harry. What's more was that both Dumbledore and Pomfrey didn't seem fazed by the outburst. "Um…who is Harry?"

Both James and Lily turned to her as if just remembering that they weren't the only ones in the room. James sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Harry…Harry was our son."

Hermione gaped. She didn't really know what else to do. "You…what do you mean?"

Lily wiped her face. "Harry was kidnapped when he was one…we thought he had been killed, but we found him."

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized who it was. "Jameson?"

Lily nodded. "We don't know how, but I do know this. Now that I know he's alive, I won't let him go. He's my son."

James reached for her hand. "We'll find him Lils."

Dumbledore sighed. "This is unexpected. Alastor will not be happy about this. He will see this as a plan that Voldemort made to get close to the Order."

He was cut off by a loud moan coming from Draco. Instantly every head turned to the blond who blinked in the bright light. "Where…where am I?"

Dumbledore gazed down at Draco, "Mr. Malfoy…do you remember what happened to you?"

Everything seemed to catch up with Draco and he frowned. "I was…taken to…" his eyes shifted over to James and Lily and he wasn't sure he wanted to speak with them in the room. Dumbledore smiled, "whatever you say will not leave this room." Dumbledore looked over at the Potter's, "right James?"

James scowled, "fine."

Lily slapped him on the arm. "James," she hissed.

James shrugged his shoulders and Dumbledore shook his head, turning back to Draco. "Go on."

Draco licked his lips, "Voldemort took me…so that he could get close to Harry."

Dumbledore was quiet. James blinked in confusion while Hermione's hand went to her wrist as she fingered the mark. Finally Dumbledore spoke up, "you…Harry is your soul-mate."

It was not a question but Draco nodded anyway. He slowly pulled his shirt down so that they could see the dark moon tattooed on his shoulder. "I've known Harry since we were little. We connected almost instantly," here Draco's fisted his fists in the covers, "he's never liked it there…and now he's back and all because I was weak and got captured."

Draco hated feeling weak and that's exactly how he felt now. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes as he thought of Harry back there. Voldemort was sure to do something to Harry in his anger.

Draco started when he suddenly felt arms wrap around him. Lily Potter held Draco, whispering soft words. "Shh…don't think that Draco. Harry did it to protect you, I'm sure of it. Harry will make it home safe. You'll see."

Draco was frozen to the core. His mother had never held him like this and he was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't mind. In fact, it felt nice and Draco found himself clutching Lily Potter closer and finally letting it all go.

Lily didn't say anything but just held him in the way that a mom would hold her child. When Draco finally pulled away, he wiped his eyes. Suddenly a faint silvery wolf appeared in the room. "Dumbledore…he's attacking St. Mungo's. I repeat…Voldemort is attacking St. Mungo's."

Harry stood off to the side as Voldemort stood to address the death eaters. Voldemort smoothly smiled and he tapped his wand against his side, "I've decided. Those blasted healers have had their last shot. It is time to teach them a lesson. Malfoy!"

From within the crowd, Lucius Malfoy moved to the front and bowed. "My Lord?"

Voldemort pursed his lips, "you will take the lead. Do not fail me."

Lucius nodded, "as you wish my Lord."

Voldemort waved his hand, "you leave now. Be gone."

Lucius Malfoy sighed and closed his eyes, "as you command." He turned and led the death eaters out. Voldemort turned to Harry, his eyes gleaming, "and as for you. I have a special request."

Harry swallowed, "yes?"

Voldemort leaned to whisper in Harry's ear. "There is a patient….I want you to kill him."

Harry froze. He bit back his reply and forced the words out, "…Father?"

Voldemort lifted Harry's face to meet his, "his name is Ronen Edwards. He worked in the ministry but he double crossed me. He's a loose cannon that needs to be stopped. You will do the deed."

Harry closed his eyes. He would have no choice. "…as you wish."

Voldemort smirked and handed Harry a silver mask. "This is yours."

Harry hesitantly took it in his hands and swallowed. There would be no going back from this. Everyone would hate him, but if this was how he could stop Voldemort then this was what he would do. Harry slowly placed the mask over his face and turned around before he changed his mind.

"Hadrian. Do not fail me."

Harry paused and didn't say anything as he appearated away. He landed on the street next to the old building that housed the magical hospital. Already, he could see death eaters attacking and blue robed men and women that meant Aurors were on the scene.

He quickly swallowed his guilt and tried not to look at people he knew as he made his way to where Edwards was being roomed. From what he knew Edwards was being roomed on the sixth floor.

He dodged a incoming spell and quickly retaliated. He turned an ran towards the stairs, making his way to Edwards room. 610. Harry paused outside the room and took a deep, calming breath.

It was now or never.

He slammed open the door.

Edwards grew pale at the silver mask. "Look…I didn't mean to…please…I have a family."

Harry did his best Malfoy impression and sneered. "You should have thought about that before you double crossed our Lord. I'm afraid it's too late."

He raised his wand "Sectumsempra!"

Edwards had no time to block and the spell hit him straight in the throat. Blood spurted from his throat and covered Harry as Edwards fell back on the bed, not breathing.

Harry had never felt such an emotion in his entire life. Edwards blood would forever be on his hands. It would be a moment Harry would never forget. Harry closed his eyes and was about to apperate out when the door opened.

Harry slowly lifted his gaze up to meet none other than Neville Longbottom's face.

Neville was frozen in shock and couldn't move. Neville tried to work his mouth but it only made him look like a dried out fish. "…You…you killed him."

Harry snorted. He needed to get out of here. He brushed past Neville but stopped when Neville grabbed his arm. Harry glared at Neville, "let go," he said in a icy tone.

Neville shook his head. "No. You just killed an innocent man."

Harry inwardly sighed. He frowned and leaned down to whisper in Neville's ear. "Let me go before I completely sever your arm from your shoulder. Believe me…I will."

Neville froze and it was just what Harry had been looking for. He ripped his arm away from Neville and whispered a silent plea before he spelled Neville unconscious. The deed done Harry left as fast as he could.

He never noticed a pair of dark, gray eyes that followed his every move.

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