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

Severus was a wreck when he returned to Malfoy Manor. He had searched everywhere he had known his son to go, which in all honesty was not very much as Severus realized that he barely knew the boy at all.

The Dark Lord was not pleased at one of his inner circle returning empty handed, but had told Snape that Severus' godson had a clue on where Harry might have gone.

Snape turned when he heard the crack of apparation and saw Draco holding Harry's arm and Harry holding a book of some sort.

Severus sighed in relief and smiled, "Harry." He said and started walking towards the boy. Harry's head whiped aroundto look Severus in the eye. A look of utter disgust crossed hisface before he turned his attentionto the Dark
Lord.

Snape deflated a bit and stepped back, his head bowed. What was he supposed to expect. He was a complete arse to his son for years and immediately the boy was supposed to like him?That was a pipe dream.

Snape put a scowl on his face and turned toward his lord as the manstarted to speak.

"Ah Harry, I see young Draco has escorted you back to me."

Harry said nothing as Voldemort's eyes narrowed and a chilling smile graced his face. "Has he told you of what has been happening while you were, ah. Indisposed?"

"Yes."

"Good, and?"

Harry sucked in air harshly before speaking, "I..will.. ."

Voldemort showed his teeth in a mockery of a grin, "Excellent" he then stood up, "Lucius, show our newest guest to a room, and Draco, go help him get cleaned up and loan him something to wear. I'm Sure anyone would be sick of those wretched Azkaban uniforms.
Everyone else is dismissed, we will discuss further plansat our next meeting."

Harry turned as he felt a tap on his shoulder and came face to mask with Lucius Malfoy who then removed his mask and escorted Harry and Draco to one of the many guest rooms in Malfoy Manor.

Hepromptly turned andleft Harry and Draco alone in the room. Draco plopped down on the bed and looked up at Harry who was still standing in the centerof the room.

"You know, the bed in my room is much softer than this one."

Harry made no motion that he'd heard him. Draco frowned than dragged Harry into the bathroom. He then threw towels at him before closing the door and yelling, "Take a bath, your filthy! I'm going to go find some clothes for you to wear.

Harry walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, and another attempting to dry his hair.

Draco walked in holding a pile of clothes in his hands, a pair of scissors resting atop it. Harry noticed Draco looking at him and glared.

"Where'd all of the scars come from?" The blonde boy asked.

"Me, Dolores Umbridge, Voldemort, uncle."

"Oh. Well I found you some clothes that may not look too bad on you; also we must do something with that hair of yours. It's atrocious."

Draco than made Harry try on a variety of outfits before deciding on a simple black turtleneck and tight black jeans.

"Not bad Potter, not as good as they looked on me, but still not bad. Now come here and let me deal with that rats nest of yours."

Harry sat on the bed as Draco looked himover before the boynoddedto himself and started cutting.

"Thought..you..didn't… …tools."

"Oh, really Potter, do you honestly want me slashing at your head with a cutting hex attempting to not decapitate you."

Harry remained silent and Draco snorted. "There, done. Wait, almost done"

Draco muttered a charm and ran his hands through Harry's hair. "Now done."

Soon after they finished a knock was heard on the opened to reveal Lucius Malfoy."My Lord wishes to speak to Potter."

Draco sighed and stood up pulling Harry alongwith him.

"Potter alone." Lucius sighed.

Draco huffed and sat back down as Harry followed Lucius out the door. They went through many twisting hallways before reaching a grand dining room. There was a very long table at which the only one seated was Voldemort. Snape was standing behind him off
to the side, looking like he got changed and cleaned up before he was forced to stand in thedining room. Lucius thenjoined Severusbehind the Dark Lord buton the other side.

Harry went to take a seat at the other end of the table but then Voldemort motioned for himto sit in one of the empty chairs beside him. The Dark Lord turnedto Harry after he had been seated, "Why Harry you must be starving after having to
survive on nearly nothing in Azkaban, here eat and just listen."

Harry glanced at the food spread out before him, it felt reminiscent of his days at Howarts, the feast seemed to spread out before him endlessly. Harry noted that Voldemort didn't have a plate in front of him, thus all this food must have been prepared
justfor Harry. He took a single roll onto his plate and started tearing offsmall pieces before slowly eating them.

Voldemort smiled tightly, obviously annoyed at Hary's lack of enthusiasm. "You know, Harry as the container for a piece of my soul you are essentially the closest one to me. We are almost the same Harry and that means I can trust you almost as much as
I trust myself. Harry, I want you to be my second in command."

Harry stopped eating and looked up at Voldemort, their eyes meeting.

"Of course you can't take your position at my side without first going through some training, as I'm sure Azkaban has made you quite rusty."

Harry looked down and flexed his fist before thrusting his hand out in front of himself causing the entire feast and everything else on the table to go flying through the air and hit the opposite wall with a clatter.

The Dark Lord smirked and clapped his hands while Lucius and Severus were wide eyed and stared at the food smeared wall.

"Apparently not as rusty as I would have believed. Still though I would like to have some of my inner circle train you in various things so you can excel in all skills. Lucius will tutor you in politics and etiquette, Severus in potions and stealth, and
Bellatrix in combat."

Harry growled at the mention of Bellatrix and the Dark Lord smirked, "Good. If you wish to kill her it will drive you to do better. Tutoring will begin tomorrow so rest up."

Harry stood up and turned to leave and Voldemort spoke again in a pleasant manner, "Harry is such a common muggle name don't you think? Such as I renounced my muggle name you shall yours. From now on you shall be known as Amon."

"…Yes…My Lord." He swept out of the room, Voldemort smiling at his back.

Severus watched his son walk away. He had changed so much from the boy he had known in Hogwarts, in both appearance and demeanor. Harry looked a lot like him, though not enough that anyone would be able to pinpoint Severus from Harry. Harry was also much
paler after having been locked in a cell for so long. Malfoy had cut Harrys hair so that it fellonly to his shoulder blades in a rather layered manner, he had also hadslicked it back as if solely to show off Harrys scar. The scar itself
had been joined by multiple more that now resided on Harrys face. Attitude wise Harry was much more withdrawn and quiet than he remembered him being. Just calmly accepting what was happeningaround him.

Snape frowned, he may have despised the boy in the past,but anything was better than the lifeless corpse that was now his son.

Voldemort stood up from his chair and left the room, soon followed by Lucius. Severus watched them go but decided instead to follow Harry.

He followed the boy from afar until the boy entered his room. He then heard voices from the room and cast a charm to enhance his hearing.

"Woah! Your going to be tutored personally by three of the inner circle!? That's amazing! Not saying that I haven't already had teachings from them. Ugh your so lucky! I have to go back to that god awful school again tomorrow. Ever since Dumbledore bit
the dust, McGonogall has been trying to bring the school together with all of these unity activities. All the houses have classes together now, its horrendous. You don't know how many times that Seamus Finnigan has blown himself up. I swear it's a
nightmare without you there." There was a pause in Draco's voice before he started again, "I mean it's no fun anymore without anyone to fight back against me." Draco sighed, "Look Harry I have to go before my mother finds out I still haven't packed
yet, I'll try to come back next weekend but I can't make any promises. I know you'll be fine here just don't let my dad think he's a higher rank than you or he'll never let you live it down." He heard Draco chuckle along with a raspy voice join in
before the door opened and his godson headed down the corridor.

Severus sighed before approaching Harry's door and knocking. He didn't hear a response so he just opened it and walked in. His son was seated on his bed facing away from him.

"Harry, I have something important we need to disc-"

"…it's…Amon.."

"What?"

"…You..do not have…the right to… call me.. by that name,….Professor."

Severus sighed before sitting on the bed, his back facing his sons. "Listen, Amon, I have something important to tell you." He was met with silence and continued, "After your, incarceration. Dumbledore tasked me with distributing the contents of your
vault to those he believed deserved it. As I was going through some books I found a letter from your mother stating that James Potter is not your biological father. Instead it states that Lily believed that I am your biological father Harry." The
boy turned to look at him, his eyes showing nothing.

Severus held out the letter for Harry to read himself and watched as the red green eyes scanned the letter before going back up to meet with his own. The letter suddenly caught fire in Harry's hand and blackened to a crisp before turning to ash in Harrys
grip. Severus just stared at the pile of ash now on the bed as the boy stood up and tuned towards the door.

"…This…changes..NOTHING..Professor….and my name..is Amon…"

Severus heard the door shut but didn't fully register it as he was still staring at the remains of the beautiful letter the woman he loved had written for him and only him. Tears streamed down his face as he picked up the ashes and pressed them against
his face, he felt like he lost her again and the only thing that had any connection between them wanted nothing to do with him. Severus mourned not only Lily that night but the son he wished he could have known about long long ago.

Harry lay on the grass outside the manor looking up at the moon. It felt like he was looking at an old friend that he hadn't seen in ages. Harry said nothing as he watched the moon fall behind the clouds.

So far he was regretting not trying harder to convince magic to kill him.