He was hitting the gates that protect the manor from the outside. He was shouting. He was doing anything to get their attention. It wasn't long before he saw Death Eaters coming for him. He wanted to run at the sight, but he stayed. He was doing this for a reason.
The Death Eaters noticed him from quite a distance, this time he wasn't underneath a puffed-up face. They weren't so quiet as he heard, "That's Harry Potter. What's he doing here when the Dark Lord is right inside?" The other one just shrugged.
"I am here to see Voldemort. The Dark Lord. I am here to make a deal."
The two guys didn't seem to believe him or maybe they were just in shock. Either way, he was taken by his arms when they opened the gate. Harry gasped at how tight their grip was. "Hey, hey, hey. Not so tight. You might break my arm and then I won't be much use to the Dark Lord." They let their hold loosen just a bit.
He was dragged into the manor with his arms behind his back. When they step foot into the manor, old memories of what happened last time filled his mind. He wanted to break free from the grip the Death Eaters had on him and quickly knock the two knuckleheads out.
He resisted and kept up with the pace they were going.
He was taken right back to where the whole disaster went down just not so long ago. The room looked the same. If anything, a bit darker. All the Death Eaters stopped what they were doing when he entered.
"He was outside shouting. Said he wanted to make a deal with the big guy." One of the guys said. They all stared at him. Probably thinking he's gone mad. Voldemort wanted him dead. Lucius Malfoy broke the silence.
"The boy wants to make a deal? What kind of deal is this? One where you don't make it out of the manor alive?"
His voice was cold and it sent shivers down his spine.
"I would prefer to talk to him about it. Just know it's not what you think it is."
"Well, you heard the boy. Someone call him!" He was looking around the room. No one dared to step up to the plate. Lucius — just like last time — rolled up his sleeve and pressed a hand to his mark. This time no disaster struck.
Within seconds, he came whooshing right into the room. "Why was I called so late in the night? I should be—" He stopped himself when he saw Harry. "You got the boy. Where did you find him?"
"We didn't find him, my lord. He was outside the manor just screaming. He would like to make a deal with you."
"A deal with me? What type of deal can you make that I would take? There's not much one unless you've come to hand your life over."
Harry shook his head. "No, not exactly. I want to change sides." Voldemort seemed taken back, as did everyone else in the room. Harry continued, "I believe that we can make a good team together. We're both quite powerful and we got a good group of followers. Imagine what it would be like if we got both of our groups together and took over the world. You'd — of course — be the leader and I would be the co-leader."
Voldemort seemed very intrigued. "Sir, if you give it a chance, I'd say we have a pretty good outcome." Before Voldemort could interrupt, Harry had one more thing to say.
"Though, I would only want this deal to be made if Draco Malfoy can be set free from this group and Hermione Granger free from the dungeons."
There was silence for too long. Harry's green eyes bore into Voldemort's. He was waiting for an answer and he was hoping he'd accept the deal.
A voice came out. It was Lucius. "Why get rid of Draco? He became a Death Eater back in the summer before his sixth year. He should stay."
"His involvement was forced. This new group I want everyone to want to be here. He doesn't want to be here. I do."
Lucius was gonna say something but Voldemort finally spoke. Lucius never closed his mouth so fast. "If you can prove to me that you are trustworthy, I'll gladly let those two go. Draco's worthless to me anyways."
"Anything you want, sir. I'll show you how trustworthy I can be."
"Let me see into your mind. Your mind holds all the answers for me to know if you can."
"Fine with me." He gave a casual shrug.
His mind was looked through. While Voldemort performed Legilimency, Harry performed Occlumency to keep some of his thoughts about his plan hidden. Voldemort must've not noticed a thing.
He looked around the room at the other members. "Well, well. He doesn't have a single doubt about joining and it looks like he's telling the truth."
Harry was relieved. "Now will you let Draco and Hermione free?"
"Yeah. You two," He pointed at the men who still had their grip on Harry. He almost forgot all about it. "Go get our prisoner. Lucius, let Draco know he is no longer needed at meetings."
Harry's hold was dropped and the men left. Hermione was brought up a moment later, she immediately saw Harry. "Harry? What's happening? Why are you here?" "It's okay, Hermione. Just go. Don't worry about me." She looked like she was gonna say something or leap from the two men's grip to hug him, but she didn't. She was tugged away and went the same direction he came from.
***
Harry eventually got the mark after he had to do some very unpretty things. He was deeply regretting them and he hasn't had any contact with any loved ones since the day he said he'd join the Death Eaters.
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Months passed by and he realised that instead of Voldemort becoming stronger, he was becoming weaker. Harry took this weak point as an advantage. He ended up being fooled.
It happened in the middle of a meeting, he didn't look well and Harry who sat right across from him took out his wand. Voldemort did too. He was quick. Harry's heart was pounding in his chest. He said a quick "Avada Kedavra!"
Though Voldemort has done this spell so many times that he too was quick. Before Harry's could hit him, he said a lazy and quick "Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light hit them both. Almost immediately at the same time. Harry was hit last.
He had only joined to save Malfoy. That was the original plan. He was supposed to make a deal with Voldemort to get him out and him in. Have Malfoy live a better life, which he was. He was much happier and looked more alive now that he was out of the group. He would've given everything to at least see it in person.
In the end, he saved the people he cared about. It was all that mattered to him. He didn't care that he had to die to do so.