Summery: All wars have their price. Some cost more than others. War changes people for better of for worse. Sometimes you have to do something you don't like to keep yourself and your loved ones safe. Harry discovers secrets about himself that not even Dumbledore knows, and comes up with a plan that could either win or loose them the war.

Chapter 1

Initiation of the Spy

Harry let his eyes wander around the circle of Death Eaters. He knew many of them from dreams he had of Voldemort and the many times he had run in to them; Voldemort's rebirth, the battle in the department of mysteries. Sirius. What would you think of me if you knew what I was doing now? What would my parents think? …Its all for the good of the order. Just keep telling yourself that Potter. The most recent time he had a run in with the Death Eaters was when they had attacked Privet Drive, right before he had went back to Hogwarts for his final year of school. Right after I found out I was adopted. That sure wasn't one of the best days of my life.

Harry brought his awareness back to the present as he felt the Death Eaters come to attention.

One side of the circle had parted to let Voldemort into the middle. Murmurs of "My Lord" passed through the circle. Some of the Death Eaters bowed from their places while others went to kneel before their lord, kissing the hems of his robes. Voldemort settled into his throne like chair and let his eyes wanderer around, resting for a short time on everyone there, no one escaped Lord Voldemort's probing gaze. Harry made a quick check to make sure his mental walls were up before the powerful gaze rested on him. Voldemort's eyes did not linger. He was safe for now.

"Malfoy," barked the serpentine man.

"Yes my Lord," Lucius Malfoy replied, stepping forward.

"What do you have for me tonight?"

"The new recruits, my Lord"

"Bring them forward."

Malfoy beckoned to the newest recruits to step forward. Harry and 11 others joined Malfoy senior in the middle of the circle.

"Twelve? You have only brought me twelve new recruits?"

"These were all who were able to come tonight my lord. I have several others who are almost ready."

"Almost is not good enough Lucius."

"Yes my lord. Sorry my Lord." Lucius apologized, bowing and retreating to his place among the Death Eaters. He knew that before he left tonight he would suffer the Cruciatus Cruse at Voldemort's wand for his failure.

Voldemort returned his attention to his newest followers. They stood in a straight line in front of him; backs ramrod straight, eyes trained directly ahead, but yet not meeting the Dark Lords own eyes. A few of them looked frightened. Good, they were afraid of him.

"You!" he said pointing to the young man on the far left. "Come forward."

He did as he was told, striding forward proudly.

"What is your name?"

"Draco Malfoy, my Lord," voice proud, and confident. Maybe to confident.

"Do you, Draco Malfoy Swear to uphold and fight for our cause, to serve me as your Lord and Master, and to obey and serve with passion, ruthlessness, and valor, bringing honor to this circle."

"I do, my Lord."

"Swear this with your blood and life, on your family's name."

Wow, the pledge Voldemort uses is indeed a powerful oath. Blood, life and family? Bloody hell! Harry thought.

"I, Draco Malfoy, swear with my blood." he pricked his finger with a knife and let the blood fall on the ground between the Dark Lord and himself. "And life, on my family's name, to serve lord Voldemort for all eternity."

"Hold out your left arm and push up your sleeve," Lord Voldemort commanded.

Draco did so.

Voldemort touched his wand to Draco's exposed forearm and hissed "MORSMORDRE."

Draco Malfoy's eyes squeezed shut with pain, his right hand griping his left forearm in a death grip. After a few seconds he couldn't hold it in any longer. Letting out a scream he collapsed to the ground. After he fell, he lay on the ground for a moment catching his breath, Draco kissed the hem of Lord Voldemort’s robes muttering "Thank you my Lord."

As Draco Malfoy resumed his place among the new recruits, the Dark Lord pointed to the next in line.

"You! Step forward. Name?"

"Vincent Crabbe, my Lord."

Lord Voldemort repeated the process with Crabbe. Then Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkenson, and two boys' he did not know; David Evers, and Horris Hamshire.

Then it was his turn. Can I really do this? What am I thinking? This has got to be one of my worst plans ever. If Voldemort doesn't kill me, Dumbledore surly will, and he'll have help fro Snape, Remus, Hermione, and the Weasley’s!

"You!" Voldemort said pointing at Harry. "Come forward."

Oh well, to late to change my mind now.

Harry took a deep breath and stepped confidently forward.

"Name?"

"Alexander Clapp, my Lord," Harry said, his voice strong and sure, showing none of his nervousness.

"Clapp, I remember the Clapp’s. I do not believe there are any more around these parts Alexander."

"No, my Lord."

"Where are you from then, boy?"

"Italy, my Lord."

"Why have you chosen to come back? To join me?"

Because the British Ministry of Magic tore my family apart. Because of them my mother left Britain and never had the chance to tell my father that she was pregnant with me. She is not even sure he is still alive, what with how the ministry is. I want revenge my Lord, revenge on the ministry for tearing my family apart. I believe that by joining you I will be able to do just that my Lord." Harry inclined his head.

"Very well then." Voldemort paused, staring into Harry's eyes. "Do you, Alexander Clapp, swear to up hold and fight for our cause, to serve me as your Lord and Master, and to obey and serve with passion, ruthlessness, and valor, bringing honor to this circle."

"I do, my Lord."

"Swear this, with your blood and life, on your family's name."

"I, Alexander Clapp, swear with my blood," he pricked his finger with the knife, watching as a drop fell to the ground. "And life, on my family's name, to serve Lord Voldemort for all eternity."

"Hold out you left arm and push up you sleeve."

Harry did so, holding his breath.

"MORSMORDRE."

Nothing could have prepared Harry for the pain. I was a thousand times worse than the Cruciatus Curse. He let out a yell and collapsed at the Dark lord's feet. The pain stopped leaving Harry gasping for air. After he was mostly under control, he bent to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robe. "Thank you Master," he murmured.

Standing he made his way back to his spot. He could barely stay upright. How could Draco still be standing? He had to stand through eleven more after being initiated. Harry only had five more to stand through.

Though he was exhausted, Harry paid attention to the names of the last five recruits, so that he could report to Dumbledore who the new Death Eaters were.

Not that he really had to. He had seen Snape on the other side of the circle. He could recognize that man any where, even in those concealing Death Eater robes.

Speaking of Dumbledore, I probably should go and see him right after this meeting is over, best not to wait. Better to tell him on my own. Well, him and Snape. Snape will be heading there to make his report as well.

The sound of the Dark Lords voice speaking to the group brought Harry out of his reverie. “…Our new recruits. My new servants you are dismissed. Come immediately when you are called. You will be punished if you are late."

With one last glance around, Harry Disapparated away, reappearing moments later inside a London flat. Not even Dumbledore Knew where this new flat was yet. Changing his robes he Disapparated to an empty field in Wales, and then right outside the Hogwarts gate. Glad that it was summer time and school was out, Harry entered the grounds and started the long walk to the Headmasters office.

This is turning out to be a very long night. Harry sighed. Very long indeed. I wonder how long it will be before I get to go to sleep?

A/N Please tell me what you think! This has been sitting on my computer for a while and i just decided to post it. Chapter two on the way soon.