"That's absurd. Why would you want a stranger consulting you about such an important matter?", Sirius literally jumped up, always the protecting godfather.
"I don't think that's any of your concern", Lucius interjected, even if it was obvious he'd wondered exactly the same.
Until then, Harry had tried to ignore Tom Riddle and his stares, but now he was openly looking back at him.
The Dark Lord wanted Harry to consult him.
But Tom Marvolo Riddle doesn't need anyone to do anything for him.
So he wanted something different.
Harrys thoughts wandered back to the scene in the library, when Riddle had stood there with everything in control and planned out, a wand pointed at Harrys chest, ready to torture and kill. Harry leaning against the bookshelf, utterly helpless.
If it had been anyone else, the Dairy would be in the Dark Lords hands by now, without a peace contract or an Unbreakable Vow hindering him to have his way.
But Riddles Cruciatus Curse hadn't worked on him and so he'd gotten away. It was all by chance.
He wants revenge, Harry thought, but wasn't entirely sure. He wants to know my identity, he said so himself this very evening. He wants to know my secrets. He wants to understand why the spell didn't work. He wants to try again-
Harry broke his train of thought.
He didn't have much of a choice anyway. Peace should be more important than his own comfortability, after all.
And he was powerful himself. If Riddle thought he could push him around, then he was mistaken.
"I'll do it", he spoke up, interrupting the rushly developed fight between Sirius and Lucius.
He sounded more calm than he felt.
"Someone has to do it, anyway. Look at the man, he certainly knows next to nothing about sweet Light Wizards when he willingly spends all of his time with Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange", Harry joked to lift some of the tension in the room.
Bella immediately jumped up, furious rage written all over her face: "That's enough! I won't let a dirty mudblood like you insult me!"
She had her wand out in a matter of seconds, pointing it at Harry with this crazy glimmer in her eyes, wildly grinning.
He pointed his wand at her as well, and suddenly, everyone in the room was standing upright with their wands in hand. Except for Snape and the Dark Lord.
"Well, that escalated quickly", Draco muttered quietly, his words only meant for Harry to hear. He'd complained all evening that his father would be present. If the blond Death Eater only knew who he was pointing at right now.
"What's up with you, Lestrange? Can't you bear a little bit of friendly teasing?"
"One more word and I swear..."
"Bella, let it be. Lower your wands, all of you", Riddle said with a twitch of anger in his voice and unsurprisingly, everyone did as they were told.
Harry followed suit, and even though his face was masked, his annoyance was obvious.
"Whatever. Everything's determined in the contract, isn't it, Snape? Then we'll leave now, include me if you wanna. You get the diary next time, I don't have it with me", Harry concluded, his attention all on the Dark Lord at the last bit. He then turned to his friends.
"Let's go."
They nodded and went straight out of the door.
Sometimes, Snape couldn't believe they were already 21 - they always acted like short tempered 10-year-olds. Well, Miss Lovegood being an exception, but she'd never quite acted like a child, so she didn't count. Thinking about who'd raised the Potter boy, it made sense though - and his own godson had always been a pest.
"I'm looking forward to working together." Harry heard Tom Riddle say before they left.
What a prick.

Back in their Apartment in Muggle London, they sat together around the kitchen table and listened to Draco complaining about his life.
Harry was very distracted with the prospect of having to meet and talk to The Dark Lord, but he did his best to be there for his friend.
"How am I supposed to reveal to them that I'm not dead? My father will be beyond angry, that's for sure, but my mother..! She's gonna hate me! Have you seen her today? She looked like a ghost. I'm so selfish!"
"Good, I thought you'd never realize that", Harry said while lightning his cigarette.
"Not helpful."
Harry leaned back in his chair and looked up at the desperate blonde, breathing out a cloud of smoke.
"You wanna hear my opinion?", he asked.
Luna sat there and listened to them while drawing on a blue napkin. She'd never say much when Draco began complaining like that.
"I think she'll be happy. More happy than you can even imagine. If you think it was selfish of you to fake your death in order to escape the Dark Lords grasp, stop being selfish now and tell her you're alive. It's over, Draco, and Riddle already assumes that you're Blue, anyway. Not even a mask can protect you from looking exactly like your father."
"Which isn't a bad thing", Luna said reassuringly.
„I just... I don't think I'm brave enough", he admitted unwillingly.
It was silent for a moment before Harry spoke up again.
„Guys. I hate to say it, but... As much as I loved being no one with you... I think those times are over now."
He just realized that.
It would never be the same. The masks survived their purpose and now they would have to let them go. If they had something to return to, like Harry and Draco, or nothing, like Luna.
She'd lost everyone. Harry, at least, still had Sirius.
He felt guilty for not thinking about that before.
But when they formed this trio ages ago, everything had been so confusing, so fast. They somehow ended up together in this bar, half drunk and sad, and saw the masks hanging on the wall and... That was it. They just decided it would be better to disappear then.
Children that had gotten lost in the war.
Draco had been given the task to kill Albus Dumbledore by the Dark Lord at that time.
With Snapes help, he'd faked his death and became Blue. Harry couldn't see what was selfish about that. His parents would understand.
"I think you're right, Harry", Luna said and stopped drawing.
She'd drawn bees, and with the napkins blue color, it looked like they were flying in the sky.
Everything felt just so... silent and sad and weird.
"Today's not a good day", Harry sighed and inhaled deeply.
"But it went alright", Luna retorted.
Suddenly, Draco stood up, got 3 tumbler and placed them on the table.
He took a bottle of gin and poured the three of them a glass, with lots of ice in it.
Harry put his cigarette out and questioningly raised an eyebrow at his friend.
"Let's have a glass to celebrate our time as nobodys. And then... well, then we burn the masks and move on."
For a moment, nobody said anything, before they nodded in agreement.
They clinked glasses.
Harry and Draco smoked with the radio on until they fell asleep at the kitchen table.
When they woke, it was in the middle of the night, and they burned the masks without another word.