They stood in the Ministry of Magic, the two of them school rivals but both boys took comfort that they were with each other.

"The last time I was here and there was no one else, was when I was 5 and I got lost. It took Mother and Father ages to find me," Draco said as they walked passed the water fountain that made Harry scoff. Draco looked back at him and saw what he was looking at, "Yeah, the Ministery is a false perception so big that you can't miss it. At least if the Dark Lord was in charge you would know what you are getting."

Harry looked at him blankly as if to say 'Really?' Draco smirked at him "Come on, let's find whatever you're looking for. This place gives me the creeps."

They kept going until they came to a room in Harry's vision. Draco frowned as he walked up to the shelves where there were some glowing Spheres. "What the hell are we doing in here? This is the Prophecy Room?" he yelled, his voice echoed in the large room. Harry looked around at him and frowned. "Why did you bring .us here?" Draco asked "How do you not know what this room is?"

Harry walked passed him, only to have Draco grab his hand. Harry flinched and watched as the blonde pulled his hand away, leaving his fingers blistered. "Sorry," Draco said, "I just don't understand why we came here?" Harry looked down at the floor before snapping his head up when he heard footsteps approaching them.

"Get behind me Harry." Draco breathed softly. The teen huffed. He may have lost his voice but he could still hurt someone. A small group of masked men walked up to them and, for a moment, Draco froze looking horrified that he had been dragged into this fight

'Maybe I should have told him,' Harry thought as he turned to look at them. He saw a Death Eater lock eyes with Draco.

"Draco! What are you doing here and with Potter?" Harry turned to the blonde teen with a clear look of his face.

"Yes! I know he gave himself away," Draco snapped as he looked up at his father. "I'm helping Harry."

"Why?" Lucius hissed. Harry felt his chest tighten as he watched Draco walk passed Harry. He gave his arm a soft squeeze.

"I believe Dumbledore has been messing with Sev's blood potions and it's caused him to do things that, if it got out, would get him the Kiss of Death." Lucius removed his mask and looked between Harry and his son.

"The attack on yourself was not done by some rogue vampire, was it?" The older blonde asked Harry. The teen nodded but did not look at him.

"Dumbledore had covered up the attack on Harry and tried to obliviate his memory of it. I think that Harry is willing to listen to our Lord," Draco said turning to look at the dark-haired teen who nodded numbly. "I agreed to help him if he helped me."

"Help?"

"Yes,Father. We both have been bitten by the same vampire. Think what that could be mean for Godfather and for us! Dumbledore may let Harry back to the school because he still thinks he could get him to turn tricks…" Harry let out a choking sound and shook his head.

"What?"

Harry spoke in parseltongue but the look of confusion on the blonde's face made him stop.

"He said that turning tricks is a muggle term that means selling yourself for sex." came a cold voice from behind. Harry stiffened and turned to see a man in a black muggle suit. His hair was black and slicked back and he had eyes red like blood.

"Oh!" was all Draco said as he watched the man standing in front of his Death Eaters.

He stood there looking at Harry, taking in the teen's form. He was skinner than before and his skin was paler. Something had indeed affected the boy.

"Harry, I am sorry for the ruse. I promise you, your godfathers are in good health." Harry looked at him.

'So, you do have them?' he hissed at the man. The Dark Lord smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, it wasn't meant to be.

'Of course my little snake,' he replied back in parseltongue. 'They are unharmed for the time being." He smiled again showing all his teeth

'I'm not your little snake!' Harry hissed at him

'Soon you will be,' Voldemort said. He then was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "Come with me." The Death Eaters parted to let them walk through them.

Harry didn't move for a moment before his legs started moving for him. He cursed his brain and followed the Dark Lord away from the lights and the Death Eaters. The only lights were now from Voldemort's' wand and the orbs on the shelves 'What is it you want from me?' Harry asked.

"Do you know of the prophecy?" He asked looking over his shoulder to see Harry following him.

'What prophecy?' Harry asked. Voldemort stopped for a moment before walking on again.

"That old man has been keeping you in the dark hasn't he? Well, this prophecy is about us." The dark haired teen felt his heart stop as he looked at the man.

'A...A.. about us?' Harry stuttered, when the Dark Lord stopped and turned to face him. Again he eyed Harry up and down before he looked at the shelf.

"Apparently so. Pick it up!" He ordered,.Harry looked between the orb and Voldemort.

'You pick it up.' Voldemort smiled at him but said nothing. Harry saw his name written on the small bit of paper glued on the side of the orb. His thumb brushed the dust off and saw his name alongside Voldemort's. He reached out his hand, hovering over the curve of the orb, 'Do you know what it's about?'

"This one no. The fake one, yes!"

Licking his lips Harry and held onto the orb and brought it to himself. He looked at the other man, "Let's hear it together." Harry dropped the orb and watched it smash.

A ghostly figure of a young woman appeared before them "Ailia," Voldemort whispered. Harry looked at the Dark Lord before he snapped his thought's back to the woman, as she spoke.

"A broke bond between mentor and pupil will forge a new bond between the marked child and the Dark Lord. Death will come for the wizard of the Light by the hands of the dark Lovers."

The voice faded, Harry looked towards the name tag and saw a date. It was made in 1991 when Harry turned 11.

"Poor sweet Ailia," Voldemort said as he looked up at the dark haired youth. "What do you think, my little snake?" Voldemort asked him as he walked over the glass remains and stood in front of Harry.

'I'm not sleeping with you,' Harry stated as he held out his hand. The red-eyed man smiled as he grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled his shirt up, 'W…What are you doing?' Harry cried out as he stood still, frozen.

"Marking you." The Dark Lord smiled as he pulled his wand out.

'You've already marked me!" Harry exclaimed as he felt the hot tip of Voldemort's wand touch his skin. The Dark Lord leaned in and smirked at him.

"Not that kind of mark." He purred as he started whispering a spell. Harry bit his tongue,trying to hold in his screams, as he felt pain shoot along his arm and though his body.