Malfoy recoiled and quickly withdrew his hand his eyes now narrowing at the other boy, "Who are y-" then suddenly it clicked and Draco took a step backwards, his eyes widening in shock.

"P-potter?"

The room suddenly got dead silent as many people stopped what they were doing and looked towards where Draco and the boy were standing. Of course Bellatrix was the first to speak.

"Idiot boy, Potter is dead!" she screeched.

No one paid her any mind though as Severus started to walk towards the boy his eyes wide, but Voldemort beat him to the punch and was beside the boyin seconds.

Draco stepped back still in shock to give his lord some space. Voldemort looked at the boy slowly circling him before finally stopping in front of him. Everyone in the room was silent, waiting to see what he would do. Snape was holding his breath in fearful
anticipation.

The dark lord grasped Harry's chin between his fingers, forcing their eyes to recognized the pale green eyes from back at Azkaban but he didn't recognize any other of the features as those of Harry Potter. Still though he swept his fingers
across the boys forehead, brushing his hair away and he sucked in his breath at the familiar lightning scar that resided there.

"Harry Potter" He breathed out, barely louder than a whisper.

"Tom." The boy stated.

Soon though the room was in chaos with shouts of killing the boy, torturing him, returning him to Azkaban, and a variety of other things.

"SILENCE!" the Dark Lord shouted, "No one is to touch Harry Potter!" The death eaters looked at their lord in confusion. Lucius dared to utterwhat everyone was thinking.

"If I'm not so rude to ask, but why my lord? Isn't he your sworn enemy?"

"You fool! He's the only reason that I am still standing here today! If not for him that IdiotDumbledore would've succeeded in his attempt to kill me!"

"But Potter was in Azkaban, how could he have stopped Dumbledore?" Nott asked, not understanding.

Severus sighed and decided to state the obvious, "Harry is our Lord's final Horcrux. With him merely being alive the Dark Lord shall never die."

"But how are we sure that's Potter?" Bella asked, Severus rolled his eyes but the Dark Lord answered.

"This scar cannot be faked, I can feel my power running through it." Voldemort sighed as he placed his hand on Harry's scar. Who was looking up at him curiously and slightly annoyed at all this touching.

Looking at Harry Voldemort asked curiously, "How did you survive?" but was again met with silence as Harry took a step back out of Voldemorts touch.

Pale green with a trace of red met blood red before green disappeared in a cloud of dark grey smoke.

The Dark Lord stood in shock.

"Harry!"

Everyone turned to look at Snape who was on his knees looking in the direction of where the boy had just been before he quickly got to his feet and apparated out the room.

Voldemort screamed in rage and sent a blasting curse at his throne blowing it to pieces.

"My Lord if I may?"

He turned to look at the younger Malfoy that was currently bowing before him. "I think I may know as to where Potter has gone."

"Well?! Bring him back!"

Severus got to Godrics Hollow as fast as he could, looking around the ruins of the once beautiful home for any sign of his son. When he didn't see Harry he ran to the graveyard where the Potters were buried, sure that Harry would be there, but again found
nothing.

Severus was frantic, where could Harry have gone? He would scour every place that Harry had ever been if that's what he had to do to find his son.

Draco walked through the front door of Grimmauld Place, noticing that the screaming portrait of his great aunt that used to hang there was scorched and black. Slowly he climbed the stairs until he reached the second floor. He had been to Grimmauld place
a few times after Harry had "Died" as technically it was now his as Harry and all inheritors of it had died or renounced their title as heir to the Black family.

Draco slowly walked into Sirius' room finding the door ajar and saw the striped garments and the long messy hair that now characterized one Harry James Potter. It could be called irony that Potter now somewhat resembled his godfather after he himself
had escaped Azkaban.

"You..know,…I don't. feel..much like… Harry Potter… anymore." Harry spoke, his back still to Draco but he was looking up.

Draco sighed and sat down on the bed and joined Harry in looking at the ceiling. "A lot has changed since you've been gone."

"I..heard. some from… meeting."

"Yes that's only recent activities though. I'm sorry to say it's partially my fathers fault for you being in Azkaban." Harry grunted in response. "After they thought you, well died. Everyone seemed to carry on as if you were never there. The weasel and
Granger were basically head of Gryffindor and were acting as Dumbledore's little henchmen. Together they along with the youngest weasel tracked down all of my Lords' Horcrux's and destroyed them. Then My Lord went on to launch an assault against Hogwarts,
one of the last opposing strongholds. Then he and Dumbledore fought on the bridge to the castle. Unfortunately though Dumbledore had the elder wand and our lord lost. But he was unable to be destroyed, confused Dumbledore stopped attacking. That is
when Severus struck him down, from along the sidelines. The old fool never knew that he was on our side all along."

"He..wasn't."

"What?"

"I..saw his memories. He was on Dumbledores…..side."

Draco turned to Harry in intrigue, he had never known this about his godfather,"Why would he do that?"

"Voldemort…he killed my mother."

Draco screwed his face, "Why would he care about your mother?"

Harry then turned and looked Draco in the eye, "Because he loved her."

Dracos eyes were wide, "But, he never told me."

Harry shrugged and looked back down at what he was looking at.

Draco walked over and peered over Harry's shoulder, "What's that?"

"..Sirius.. old…. notebook."

"Why are you looking at those boring old things?"

"….all..that's..left.."

Draco quietly watched Harry some more before standing back up. "We have to go back."

Harry looked back up at draco with weary eyes. "Why?"

Draco got flustered not really knowing how to answer the question, "B-because My Lord wishes it!"

Harry turned his eyes back to the notebook, "You.. ..the same.. as them."

Draco scoffed, "Who?"

"Dumbledore"

"We are not!" Draco stomped his foot in outrage, "They are- well them! and us we're better!" Harry looked up at him with weary eyes. Draco growled, "With us, my lord can give you power! The power you need to destroy those that wrong you! The power of
having people who have your back and the mighty name of The Dark Lord behind you! No one can go against you!"

"Except Voldemort"

Draco's breath hitched, "Yes. Except him."

The boy who lived stood up and looked Draco in the eyes. Draco hadn't noticed that his eyes had changed from the bright emerald green that everyone knew to a pale laurel green, with a ring of red around the iris. Harry himself looked completely different.
Instead of the strong square features Draco remembered Potter having, his face was more sharp and angular. His nose seemed more pronounced and longer and his cheekbones stronger. Draco deduced it as merely Harry's time in Azkaban that caused this
change. Draco locked eyes with Harry once more as the boy began to speak again.

"Do you mean to recruit ..me….Draco?"

Was that what he was doing? Draco thought. Potter would never join the dark. He was as light as can be! He was the golden boy of Gryffindor! But that was the old Harry. This new Harry was different. He didn't know anything about new Harry.

"No. I don't. I'm here because I believe that you belong with us. Look at what being on the other side has brought you! Nothing but pain and betrayal! Dumbledore and your friends never cared about you! You were only a pawn in a game to them! Your more
to me- ah I mean us."

Harry let out a dry laugh. "Really?" he rasped. "Your side cares so much about me that you've been trying to kill me my entire life? …..They care so MUCH thatthey let your AUNT KILL… the only person that really cared about me for me? THEN… they
let your FATHER pin the crime on me?!" Harry's eyes were wide in fury as lightning cracked through the room, his hair starting to rise, his eyes glowing bright red.

"But Dumbledore-"

"Dumbledore?! He was just as bad as the lot of you! ….You're all the same and I don't care to be a part of any of you!"

Draco gulped and then stood up, gathering his courage. "We are not the same. True we may also be pawns in a greater game but at least we know it and accept it. Not like on the other side where they let you believe hat your loved, and important and special.
I know that me, that my entire family areeasily replaced. But you Harry, your different, We need you."

"Why?"

Draco looked away in shame. Harry glowered. "Because I'm HIS horcrux" He then burst into a coughing fit. The lightningin the room instantly stopped. He looked up at Draco looking drained and tired, "..They're… never.. going. to stop..chasing..me..
are they?"

"Regretfully no."

Harry sighed and stood up, his facing wiping of all emotion, "..Best not..keep them… waiting..than."

Draco gave Harry a small smile before bending down and picking up Black's notebook. "Who knows when you'll be back. Might as well take it along. Now let's be going. It's not good to keep a Dark Lord waiting."

Draco then grabbed Harry's arm and the two apparated back to Malfoy Manor.