Pairings: DMxHP, RxHr, BZxOC some DMxBZxHP and others as they come to mind.

Rateing: R or NC17 ... not sure as to how detailed I will make to be yet

Warnings: Mpreg, Slash, spoilers for books 1-4 & Dark Harry!

Summary: Harry is joining Voldemort?! He is in love with Draco?! He wants to have is baby?! Harry willingly helps Voldemort gain control of the wizarding world, for the chance to decide his own future.

Author Note: GAHH! I'm really writing this! This has rolled in my head forever; this has been placed together from several ideas that have come to mind. I will say that Draco is part Veela but can decide whom he wants to be with, there is no 'life mate' but he can look for a suitable mate by smell. Harry is only a half blood, though I may throw something to de-loop you later. Read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and story belong to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Warner Brothers. I'm not making or plan on making any money off this fic. I am only writing for my own sanity and for others to enjoy some Harry Potter in between books. But the new story line and any new characters I wish to add are my own so just ask before using, Thank you.

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Chapter One

Harry snuck past Mrs. Norris under shadows and invisible cloak. Down to the cold damp winding passages under the castle in the dungeons. The dampness giving him a cold chill up and along his bones and goosebumps with pinpricks traveling across his skin. Knowing he was close to his destination, he hurried with whispering soft steps. Excitement warmed in his belly and groin. Feeling this, his heart sped up with the thoughts of how easy it was to get caught or found out.

He was going against everything he learned and what they expected of him. He turned from his friends and loved ones to his rivals and enemies. Why, would be the first question his so called friends and loved ones would ask after finding out what he was plotting and practicing. And he would answer, because of unanswered questions, lies, half truths, betrayal, over expecting to much from only one young boy, never letting him have a childhood, never understanding, never seeing who he was under the scar, and because he hated them for all the above. But maybe he would just say that the offer of giving in was enough to turn him to the one he should hate the most. After all, having all you wanted given with only your word of surrender was much too tempting.

Finally he turned his last corner. Skin shivering with anticipation he counted the thirty steps from the suit of armor with the Slytherin crest on the breastplate. Turning to the left of the passageway he pressed his hand against the carved stone with a small cobra carved into the rough gray blocks of rock.

With a quiet rumble, the stones of the secret entrance moved to the side to reveal the large chamber beyond. Harry licked his lips while looking to either side to see if anyone was there before entering.

After the entrance there was a short hall made of metallic green carvings of ancient script on white and slate gray marble. Black polished school loafers crept over dark forest green velvet carpet.

A sharp echoing voice greeted him, "Good boy, you are five minutes early. But the question I am wondering is, were you careful as you could be while coming to meet with the others and me?"

Harry stepped into the opening of the first of seven circular chambers, looking over the designs that still enchanted him after so many visits. He relished seeing again the ancient metallic-green carvings on the smooth marble pillars and walls behind them. The carpet from the hall followed the circle between the pillars and wall. His green eyes go to the center of the chamber over pale cream stone floor with its moving silver paintings etched in design against their surfaces. Over to the only peaces of furniture in the chamber, a large aspen oval table along with its forty chairs with their comfortable cushions to match the small amount of visible carpet.

To the very back of the large room, unseen aspen French doors with two carved cobras guardians etched in the white wood to protect the other six rooms from unwelcome visitors or guests. Only members of the sanctum with the right authority and mark could enter through with out fear or injury.

But what caught Harry's attention with fervor was the figure sitting in the largest chair at the head of the table. Leaning back against sculptured cobras with his long masculine body, he looked to Harry with an eyebrow raised, gray eyes hooded half close and silver blond hair whispering across brow and over ears. Harry looked upon his god in devoted worship.

Harry could only cross the floor in a hurried step to kneel at his deity's feet. Resting his head of black wild hair on the god's thigh, before he finally answered with a shake of joy to his worshiping voice. He was so happy to finally be here with the one he loved.

"I was very careful, Prince Draco." Echoed from his chapped red lips to the dark beyond.