Yaho! Konichiwa minna-san! Here is yet another multi fic.. This one just wouldn't leave me alone.. I know I should be working on the Transfer Student and all my other fics-please bare with me... The schedule is going to be null now that I am a fishie in high school, and when I update will depend on how much homework I have.. =(

Okay enough with the freshman blues! On with this fic!

Summary: When Harry's world is coming down around him, he doesn't know how to tell the truth from the lies. When he goes to Voldemort , ready to die, he finds out the truth about his family and what transpired on that fateful night. In the end his enemy, is the only one he can trust. Future yaoi

Disclaimer: I will only say this once I don't own HP Amandrina is my OC.

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of sex trafficking and strong language.

Harry was confused. He stood on the threshold of his non-home and was staring back inside longingly.

As he surveyed the wreckage, he sighed. Everywhere inside the neat suburban home there was disarray and yet there sat the Dursley's and their houst guests, dressed to impress and sitting in their chairs, food untouched; it was as though even in death they wanted to contradict him.

Harry sighed as he tried to get himself together. He had killed the Dursley's and their guests by complete accident; not that they didn't deserve it.

Harry was sitting on the floor outside of the dining room, eating his pitiful meal of cheese and bread. He sighed but savored each bite. He had been given a break from Dudley's diet and was going to enjoy something other than sweets from the corner bakery; he had been careful to change some wizarding money to muggle money.

"Boy, come in here!"

Harry put his plate down and walked into the room. There sat the Dursleys and two men that he had never seen before; they didn't look like potential buyers of drills, but you could never judge a book by it's cover...

"What do you think Calvin?" said the one across from Petunia.

"He could use some fattening up, but otherwise i think he's a looker."

Vernon clapped his hands together "How much do you want for him Dursley?"

"10,000 pounds, no less."

That was when Harry put the puzzle pieces together. He bolted from the room but was grabbed by the wrist. "Where do you think you're going sweetheart?"

Harry tried to pull his arm out of the man's grip, when he felt himself being lifted. He took the chance and kicked straight, hitting the burly man where it hurt. He was dropped and then ran towards his room.

When he reached his room, he tried to open the door, but found he couldn't. His uncle had locked the door. "Ah.. poor sugar.. you shouldn't have done that."

Harry could smell the cheap cologne on the man and backed away. He didn't want to lead that life. Not now, nor ever!

With that thought, Harry felt his blood rate increase and then darkness surrounded him. It charged at the man and after knocking him down, proceeded to gauge holes into him. Blood flew everywhere, and then it was gone. The darkness raced down the hall, leaving destruction in it's wake. Harry followed it and smirked as he saw the Dursley's sitting in their seats, drained of blood.. of life. Somewhere deep inside his soul, a power cried in truimph. The darkness that had been hovering before him, went towards his chest and disappeared.

Now he stood on the threshold, wondering how his life could be more messed up than it had been only half an hour ago. He was confused because his uncle was going to sell him.. As a sex slave ; hadn't the man thought it out at all? Harry didn't notice when the tears began leaking out of his eyes. He was too busy focusing on his wreck of a life.

One might think that by now Harry would have at least called Dumbledore or something;he wasn't that foolish. He had always known that Dumbledore was nothing but a power hungry old man... He was just another tool for the Greater Good. Harry sunk to his knees as he realized that he had just destroyed the last place he could call something resembling a home. Why? What had he ever done to deserve all the hell he had gotten?

He sat there for a few moments longer and then he had a brilliant idea. If he wanted to die he could always rely on one person. Voldemort.

Harry got off the floor and closed the door, pulling out his broom from his pocket. He enlarged it and flew into the sky. Screw the Statue of Secrecy. Screw the Wizarding World. Screw Dumbledore. He'd just have to find a new glory pawn

"My Lord, as odd as this may sound... Potter is here. What should we do with him?"

Voldemort looked at the low ranking Death Eater and glowered at him. "Let him in."

The Death Eater hesitated. "What is it McNary?" The man turned back to him. "Do I run the usual tests?"

"No"

"My Lord! How are we to be sure he is genuine?!"

"Why ask me then? I said let him in. So let him in.. And if he is not the genuine Potter, then he or she must wish death. I am not so cruel as to deny them that."

The man bowed and then disappeared from the well furnished room.

Voldemort sighed as he looked in mirror, admiring his features.

After he had risen again, he had decided to return his old face; he had a much easier time walking around now, as no one (who was alive) knew how he looked. He had no fear of Dumbledore, for he had always carefully glamoured himself when he visited him and Dumbledore was fool enough to fall for it.

As for Potter, Voldemort thought that unlike all the other fakes he had encountered, this time it was genuine.

The thing that puzzled him, was simply the boy's reason for coming. He must know that he'd love nothing more than to kill him..

There was a soft knock and when he didn't answer, the door opened. "What is it Manda?"

"My lord! You are so cold to me... I like it." Voldemort sighed as he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind. "May I remind you that I find absolutely no pleasure in this?"

He turned around in his seat to stare-glare- at the woman.

She was tall, and pale with a dark curtain of curls going down to her back. "You can remind me,but I'm not likely to listen am I?"

Voldemort sighed and then turned back around. "You do know that if you were not my best marksman you would have died a long time ago?"

"Marks woman..But...Oo.. It's that aspect about you that makes me adore you all the more.." She bent down to breath in his ear, but no sooner had she attempted to do that was Voldemort up.

There were three short knocks and then the door was thrown open, revealing none other than Bellatrix. "My Lord, I heard that you have capture- What is she doing here?!" Bellatrix stalked in, glaring at Manda all the while.

"Sorry Bells, I was here first." Manda draped her arms over his shoulders causing Bella to fume. Then her favorite feral grin was back.

"You're right Amandrina. But I so look forward to tonight. Don't you my Lord?"

At this Voldemort got out of Manda's grip. He wanted nothing to do with this; after all Bellatrix was the one who called the woman by her full name.

"Don't call me that ,Bellatrix. And besides I know that there is nothing between you and our Lord. If he hasn't done anything with a beauty like me, I doubt he'd want anything to do with a used wretch like you, ." Manda let out a cocky laugh and then tried to resume what she had been doing earlier; but of course Voldemort wasn't going to let that happen.

"You misunderstand Amandrina. I am by no means a wretch, much less a used wretch; I am more experienced, more able to suit the Dark Lord's needs... And for your information, I love my husband and he would offer up his ass should the Dark Lord will it. We both love each other, we just love the Dark Lord more." Bellatrix flashed her hateful grin at the woman, and then walked over towards both of them.

"Bellatrix did you see McNary when you were coming in?"

Bellatrix looked at him and nodded."He was going towards the gates to retrieve Potter." Voldemort nodded and then sat down in his chair.

If McNary didn't arrive in three minutes, he would be strangled until he could hardly breath and then be made to beg for his he would kill him anyways.

As the two women began bickering again, Voldemort amended his thoughts. The man had a minute and a half.

Harry was being taken down a hallway, his hands bound by rope; it didn't matter to him, it wasn't as though he was going to struggle. Then he was overtaken by pain.

"Um.. Sir. I would hurry up if I were you... Voldemort will kill you if you don't get there in three- no make that a minute and a half." Harry gave an easy going grin and then winced in pain. He could afford to be generous, after all he was a dead man walking.

The man picked up the pace and soon they were in front of an ornate cherry oak door. The man knocked five times and then went in. "My Lord, I've brought the boy."

However, his words were not heard over the shouts of two women who were rolling on the floor, apparently fighting.

Voldemort grimaced,"Bellatrix, Amandrina, get out." His tone was positively murderous. Harry didn't care; that just meant he would die quicker.

"Harry, stop thinking such evil thoughts. I am not going to kill you."

Harry's eyes widened as he understood the Parsel Tongue being spoken.

"Why? I've never wanted to die before! And now that I want to, you deny me even that?"

Harry was on the verge of hysterics. He had nothing. Not even a proper enemy.

"Bellatrix, Amandrina. If you want to live to see tomorrow, you will leave this room. Apparently McNary was privy to what lay in store had he stayed here." He shot a look at Harry ,silently amused that the boy had spared the man.

"Yes My Lord." Both girls left the room, leaving him and his enemy alone.

"Why won't you kill me?! I know about the prophecy! I've known since last year! I have no one to rely n anymore! My friends are only with me for fame. Dumbledore sees me only as a pawn! My godfather turns out to be nothing more than someone taking a Polyjuice Potion. My uncle tried to sell me for sex! And you won't even do me the favor of killing me?"

Harry collapsed onto his knees as he had done earlier and had nothing"You're wrong... You do have something. The prophecy is a lie. And the rest of it is to be expected. As for your godfather..." Voldemort turned over his wrist and pressed the Dark Mark tatooed on the pale skin.

Not two minutes had passed, when the door was thrown open.

"My Lord, I am sorry I took so long..." Harry's eyes widened as his eyes took it all in.

Voldemort moved closer to the boy. "Harry I must tell you. I lied to you once. I did not kill your parents..." And as Sirius and James lifted their heads, Harry finally learned the truth. "... Dumbledore killed her."

And something happened that had never happened before. Harry fainted.

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-EmoEccentrica