Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Harry Potter, this is obviously a fanfiction. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rollings.

Chapter 5

As the time for Harry's meeting drifted closer and closer, the aforementioned teenager made his way over to the room that Tom, the barkeep, said the Malfoy was waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, and clearing his thoughts of everything except the task at hand, he opened the door with a calm expression to see an expected Malfoy waiting on his entrance. Harry looked at Draco for a few second to evaluate the situation, but to his surprise, the Malfoy was calm, and looking right back at him with an equally calm, and aristocratic expression.

Harry looked around after breaking the stare-down with Draco, searching for a place to sit. He saw a chair in the corner, near a small table, and walked over to make use of it. When he looked at Draco once more, he seen what looked like a small amount of confusion, before it was swept away by another neutral expression. Harry sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to gather all the thoughts that needed to be expressed in this meeting, but this wasn't completed as Draco soon spoke out.

"Are we going to discuss what you asked me here for, or are you going to just go to sleep over there?" Draco asked in a bored tone. Harry just sat there and said nothing for a while longer before his eyes flashed open on the Malfoy heir. Draco once again got the same feeling he had in the will reading, and felt apprehension towards Harry.

"There are actually a few things I have to discuss with you, I just need a few seconds to organize them." Harry said in a neutral, almost dead tone. "I also got a feeling that Tom wanted you to try something with me." At the confused look that appeared on the young Malfoy's face, Harry said, "Voldemort, Tom's his real name, also known as the Dark Lord." At the mention of Voldemort, Harry seen Draco flinch, but the confusion cleared up.

"Just to get something out of the way, I would actually like to talk Tom, but only under Pax Pacis. I don't think I could quite trust him yet, but I want to actually meet him in a setting where he doesn't try to immediately kill me." Harry notice that Draco expression going from cautious to glad to cautious once more.

"What makes you think that I'm in contact with the Dark Lord? And what exactly do you mean by meet?" Draco asked back cautiously. In response, Harry just gave him a look that said, 'Are you fucking kidding me?'

"Well, first off, the first question is a load of bullshit, both you and I know it. To the second question, I only have what I've heard about him, and his 'trying to kill my scarred ass', so yes, I would like to meet him in neutral ground in order to access the situation a little better. As you noticed, Besides Hermione and the twins, I really don't think I have many allies on my own side, and as of lately, I've notice how Dumblefuck seems to be fucking up my life, so I want to see what his side of this bullshit hero's story I seem to live." Harry said pretty directly.

Draco sat back, processing all the data that he had just been given, and finally concluded that either Harry was damn good at acting (which Draco knew he wasn't) or he was telling the truth. With that cleared up in his head, he started up the conversation once more.

"Well, that would at least explain why you wanted to talk to me. I would like to ask a question though. How exactly did Dumbledore mess up you life?" Draco asked in contemplative tone.

Harry thought about it for a few seconds, and said, "In order for me to tell you that, I would like a unbreakable vow to not tell it to anyone until I say otherwise." Draco looked at Harry, furrowing his eyebrows in a confused manner and said simply, "Why?"

Harry looked him directly in the eye and said point-blank, "I don't wish for this knowledge to become public as of yet." Draco thought about this for a few seconds before agreeing to it. After the vow was made, Harry explained how Dumbledore had blocked all of his posts from all of his friends, and well as from Gringotts, didn't inform him about him being the heir of Black or Potter, or the fact that he could have actually left his abusive relatives, which he also informed him about. He told him that Dumbledore tried to keep Harry ignorant of the will reading, as well as his theory about Dumbledore trying to keep him alone and desperate in order to use him as a weapon, and his theory about his dark magic. At the end of the discussion, Harry noticed that it was beginning to get dark, and addressed this.

"Draco, it's getting kinda dark, and I need to get home before Dumblefuck started to notice. I've got Kreacher currently covering for me at my place, but I don't suspect it will hold up for much longer.

First and foremost, I would like to say thank you for doing this, and if you need to talk to me or get a message to me, send it through a house elf." Harry stood and stuck out his hand. As Draco reached out to shake the proffered hand, he got a sense of deja vu. Harry then departed with a swift good-bye as he walked into an alleyway behind the Leaky Cauldron.

"Kreacher!" Harry said to summon his house elf. As he appeared in front of Harry, he did a swift bow, and asked, "Are you ready to go back?"

"I would rather not Kreacher, but I have to keep up appearances for the moment." Harry replied in a resigned tone that actually angered Kreacher.

"Say the word, Mr. Potter, and I'll wipe them from the face of the earth." Kreacher said heatedly. Harry looked down at Kreacher with a fawn smile on his face, with a simple reply.

"Not yet."

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One week later – June 20, 1996

Harry sat in his room reading on his now enlarged, and by far more comfortable bed, about certain spell binding, but the longer he read, the more he realized that he would need Tom's help in order to break the binding on his dark magic, as he sure a hell didn't trust Dumblefuck to do it. He suspected that Dumblefuck was the one that put the bind in place, most likely with the excuse of it was for the 'greater good' bullshit that he spouted. As the weeks drug on, his hatred of Dumbledore steadily become worse and worse.

Getting tired of reading the book, as he was getting uncomfortable from sitting for so long, Harry put the book to the side, got up, and walked out the door. From out his jeans came a pack of cigarettes, and as he made his way out to the back door, he heard the shrill voice of his aunt.

"Where do you think your going?" She asked in her usual haughty manner. He looked back at her and said bluntly, "I'm going out for a smoke. I figured that you wouldn't mind me being outside so long as I was out of sight of the neighbors."

Petunia was kinda shocked by the calm tone, and the fact that he was trying help them, even if it was for his own benefit. She looked at the pack of cigarettes in his hand, and injected, "Alright, that's fine, I guess, but I'm joining you." Harry looked at her with a slightly surprised expression, before shrugging his shoulder and nodding. As they made their way out onto the small back patio, Harry flicked a cigarette to his mouth and lit it. As of lately, it seemed to be the only way to calm his nerves, otherwise he would have considered letting Kreacher off his pitiful excuse of an uncle, thus blowing his cover.

As Harry took a drag from his cigarette, he passed off the pack to his aunt. In the last week, he actually found out that while she might hate anything to do with magic, she didn't mind him as much as the fact that he had magic. When she first caught him smoking out on the back patio, she berated him to a small degree, before calming down and asking for one. Her explanation to his confused expression was that her husband was causing her a lot of stress. Most of the time that they went out was actually when Vernon and Dudley were out. At one point, Harry asked Petunia why she let the two beat him to a pulp, and she replied in a brisk tone, "I hate to say this, but it is you, or me. The only reason I treat you so horribly is that if I didn't, I'd have even more trouble with him, and I'd rather our marriage not go back to how it was when we first started out." At the last thought, she actually shuddered. The only reply that Harry could come up with was, "I understand." At this point, Harry really didn't hate her as much, but after hearing that, he truly hated the other two.

After a little while, Petunia put out her cigarette, and put it in the trash. As she was walking in, she called back in a soft, but firm tone, "Try to be back in before Vernon or Dudley get back home."

Harry nodded back as he settled back into the little lawn chair that he was sitting in. As he lit another smoke up, a small pop went off to the side of him. He looked over to see a small elf with the Malfoy crest on its clothing, and a letter in its hand.

"Hellos Sir Harry Potter sir, I's a letter from Master Malfoy for yous." the small seemingly female elf said. She handed the letter over to him. As he took the letter, he asked, "And what is your name?"

"Me name is Shibi, sir" the dutiful elf said in reply. "I's to stay for a reply."

Harry opened the letter sealed in the Malfoy crest (go figure) and quickly got into the letter.

Lord Potter,

I would first like to say that the Dark Lord has accepted the terms and would like to see you with at least two weeks, if possible. It would be best not to take too long, seeing as he is no the most patient of people. Please send you response with my house elf so that I can send you a portkey for the meeting.

On the other side of things, I would also like to thank you for telling me what you have. It allowed me to see the real you, and not just what others would have me think of you. While I still don't like you too much, since you are partially the cause for my father to be in Askaban, I realize that you had no control over that, and that if possible, I would like you to consider rethinking my offer of friendship.

Sincerely,

Lord Malfoy.

Harry sat back, thinking of when it'd be best to meet Tom, and decided that the 24 would probably be the most perfect, seeing as that was the start of his relative's vacation, in which Vernon thought to leave the "freak" at home. It all worked out for him though as he relayed his thoughts to the little elf. As the elf made her leave, Harry put out his cigarette and started to walk to the phone in the house that Petunia let him use when Vernon and Dudley weren't home, and was about to call Hermione when a thought came to him.

'Next week will certainly be interesting.' He thought as he picked up the phone to talk to his best friend about the headships of his two heir lines.

Hello, this is the beta for this story, ServeInHeaven444, I figured I'd pop in to say that the writer of this story is quite lazy and would love your encouragement in order to write more and put me to work at 3 in the morning to beta his story. Feel free to leave your encouragement in the form of reviews, favorites, or follows. Also he apologizes for the lateness of this chapter. Situations came up that were out of his control, but he just wanted to let all of you know that he is alive and that he is working on the next one as I am rereading (again, he's a slavedriver) all previous chapters to recheck for mistakes.

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