Harry waited for the Dursleys at Kings Cross Station, seething. After everything he'd done, after all he'd been put through, Dumbledore insisted he go back to the Dursleys. He'd been warned to keep a low profile, and so he was sitting on a bench outside the station, waiting. He decided to let Hedwig out for a bit.

The Summer before fifth year, he had been abused worse than ever. He had been fresh from fourth year, and in high spirits. But Uncle Vernon couldn't have that. He'd locked Harry in a dog Kennel, and only let him out twice a day, treating him like a savage animal. Harry's back still hurt from that.

A flash of blonde caught his attention. The Malfoys. They didn't notice him, and instead of the usual surge of adrenaline he got when he saw them, he was calm. Suddenly, Harry got an idea. He stood, and approached the Malfoys.

"Oi, Malfoy!" He called. All three of them stopped and turned. Lucius's lip curled in a malevolent sneer.

"Save it. I need to speak to your son. I don't care if you decide you're going to stand there, but you may as well save your breath." Harry told him, and both the adults looked shocked. Harry continued.

"I've been thinking about what you told me on the train, first year. And I must admit. You were right. Mudbloods are worthless. Therefore, I have an offer that your boss might like. I heard the prophecy. Dumbledore told me the whole thing, and I happen to know your boss wants it. I'll tell him the whole thing." Harry said. This got all their attention.

"What is it you're after?" Lucius asked suspiciously.

"In a matter of moments, the muggles I have been forced to live with will be here. Dumbledore insists that they must love me, and therefore living in their care isn't so bad. I disagree. At least the Dark Lord would realize that. I know he breaks his follower's from Azkaban, and that's no doubt where I'll be sent for this. However, should I oblige, I want to join him." Harry replied.

The Malfoys were at a loss. Then Draco smirked. "Welcome to the revolution, Potter." He said, and the two boys chittered happily, as Harry went with the Malfoys. The Dursleys saw him, but upon seeing he'd be leaving them, they gladly left him with the Malfoys.

When Harry entered the Death Eater's meeting, everyone was shocked. Even Voldemort. Especially when he realized that Harry and Draco had actually become friends. "Harry, you're here?" He said, confused.

"Yes. And before you decide you want to kill me, you might want to listen to what I have to tell you." Harry smiled.

The Death Eater's looked stunned. They turned to their master.

"Continue." Voldemort said, although, he looked rather wary.

"I know about your horcruxes. You wanted to make seven, so you'd be forever immortal. After you'd already made your initial six, you went to kill me. But the curse backfired, and hit you instead. However, when you died, a piece of your soul got trapped in me." Harry said.

Everyone went silent. Voldemort considered this. "In the department of mysteries is a prophecy, one about us. Moreover, you. I know you're after it, but the truth is, you don't need it. I know the prophecy. The full prophecy." Harry added.

"Come here child."

Harry approached Voldemort. His scar should hurt. He knew that. But it didn't. He was happy. Harry knew Voldemort was. However, his scar was quiet.

Voldemort looked at Harry, suspiciously, and decided to use legilimency.

Memories flashed through Harry's mind. Dumbledore telling him about the horcruxes. Finding the philosopher's stone. The sorting hat telling him he'd do well in Slytherin, and him begging not too, just to stay away from Malfoy. Dumbledore's pensieve, where he heard the prophecy. Then they were back in Malfoy's sitting room.

"He tells the truth." Voldemort told his death eaters.

"Exactly. If you kill me, you kill part of yourself. I want to help you. I'm sick of being the golden boy. Sick of acting like the muggles are our equals. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from people beneath me." Harry said.

Bellatrix cheered, and the Death Eater's exchanged smirks. They had Harry Potter. No one could stop them now.

Voldemort gave Harry the dark mark, and it was decided from there on out that Harry would stay with the Malfoy family. It wasn't long before Bellatrix took off with him to teach him Dark Magic, as well as the unforgivables.

Harry learned fast. Bellatrix was particularly proud of his Cruciatus. All too soon, it was time for 6th year.

Harry and Draco boarded the Hogwarts express together. Hermione saw them.

"Hey, Harry." She said as she went to hug him. Harry held up his hand.

"Save it, Mudblood." He snarled. She looked at him, shocked and hurt, as the slytherins laughed at her. She huffed, and crying, she ran away. Harry joined the Slytherins in their Cabin.

"This year is going to be our best yet!" Malfoy said happily.