WELCOME TO BOOK 3 OF THE SAGA OF HARRY POTTER.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO HARRY POTTER, OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, NAMES, LOCATIONS, ETC. I MAKE NO MONEY OFF THIS. THOSE RIGHTS BELONG TO JK ROWLING AND WARNER BROS.

CONTENT WARNINGS: FIRSTLY, FOR A BUNCHA REASONS, I WILL NOT BE POSTING WARNINGS ON INDIVIDUAL CHAPTERS. IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED THOSE WARNINGS, P.M. ME BUT KNOW THAT FROM THIS BOOK ON, THE STORY AS A WHOLE IS GOING TO GET INCREDIBLY DARK AND INTENSE.

THIS BOOK (AND IT'S SEQUELS) WILL CONTAIN: MEMORIES, MENTION, AND DISCUSSION OF CHILD ABUSE (GRAPHIC SEXUAL, PHYSICAL, AND EMOTIONAL)

TORTURE. GORE. MURDER. MENTION OF RAPE AND OTHER SEXUAL ABUSE. PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL VIOLENCE. FOUL LANGUAGE. DRUG ABUSE.

PAIRINGS WILL BEGIN THIS YEAR. THEY WILL NOT BE FINAL UNTIL 5TH/6TH YEAR. HARRY WILL NOT BE IN A SLASH PAIR, AND DEFINITELY NOT WITH VOLDEMORT

DUE TO UPCOMING CHANGES IN MY SCHEDULE, AS MUCH AS I WANT TO, I CAN NOT COMMIT TO A SET PACE. FROM NEXT WEEK ON, UNTIL I SETTLE INTO A ROUTINE, I WILL BASICALLY WRITE AS AND WHEN I CAN. THIS STORY IS NOT GETTING ABANDONED! I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS OVER THE COURSE OF THE REST OF THE SAGA, IM NOT STOPPING IN THE MIDDLE. JUST BEAR WITH ME IF IM NOT WRITING REGULARLY.

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Prologue

Narcissa leaned against her husband's taut arm and wept.

"Draco, oh my Draco"

"Hush, Cissy"

"Don't hush me! How could you allow this to happen?"

"What would you have me do? Argue with him? It would only earn me a torturous death. His mind is set"

"Perhaps" she spoke softly, eyes darting around. Voice catching in her throat. She managed, "Perhaps Dumbledore could help"

Her husband pulled her back until they were standing in the shadows. Soon the platform would fill up with families eagerly awaiting their children. Soon the platform would be crowded with people, and with noise. Soon the ground would shake as the train pulled in. But for now, it was quiet. Quiet and empty, save for the two.

"Do not say such things" He hissed, "Do not even think such things"

"I didn't mean it" She sounded horrified. Perhaps, a watcher would be able to make out her hand going to cover her mouth. Perhaps not. They stood in the shadows. Hiding from the light.

"I didn't mean it" she repeated. "It's just. Our Draco. What if he doesn't please Him? What if?" And she started crying again, her words lost in a torrent.

"Sssssh, sssh Cissy" Her husband pulled her close to him. "Sssh. We are in public"

She gave a hiccoughing laugh.

"And we have raised Draco well. Besides, I believe His desire for Draco spawns more from a desire to punish us, and to pull Harry tighter to Him"

"Is it bad?" She whispered, "That I would gladly throw Harry to the wolves, throw Harry to Him, if it would mean Draco would be safe?"

His face was unreadable as he looked at her. "It is what any mother would do. But that is another thing you should not think. He desires Harry to serve Him. More than anything else"

And she continued to cry.

As someone else stepped on to the platform, she stopped crying as if a tap had been switched off. She waved her wand at her face, cleaning it, and stepped out of the shadows with her husband.

"Lucius. Narcissa"

They nodded to the newcomer.

"Thaddeus"

"Here for the boys?"

"What else?"

"Are they ready?"

"They will be"

"For your sakes, I hope so"

"And what's that meant to mean?" Lucius said silkily. Thaddeus simply laughed.

"I don't mean to cause offense. But it is obvious that His wishes for thirteen-year-old boys are not merely due to their abilities. He's always had creative punishments"

Lucius stepped closer, till he was inches away from his old friend.

"And?"

"Merlin, Lucius. I'm glad He didn't ask for Theo. I know he's not ready for that"

"Better me than you?"

"Always" Thaddeus roared with laughter. He slapped Lucius on the back, "Come now Lucius, it's not a funeral!

"We can only hope" Lucius muttered. Thaddeus always managed to break his composure.

Slowly, the platform filled with people. Narcissa looked at them all with envy in their eyes. 'None of them have to graciously bring their only son to a man who would think nothing of tearing his skin off' she thought, with a shiver. She had seen the Dark Lord's fury before. She had no desire to even think of it in connection with Draco.

As the train whistled in the distance, Lucius leaned into her and whispered.

"You take Draco straight to Him. He wants to see him first. I'll find a way of keeping Harry occupied for a bit, then I'll bring him"

"Hogsmeade" Narcissa whispered back.

"What?"

"They need to get their Hogsmeade forms signed. Take him to the Muggles to do so. Find something to do in Gringotts"

He nodded slowly as the train pulled in.

For better or worse, his son would be meeting with the Dark Lord.

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