This is Harry talking in his mind

This is Voldie talking in his mind

~This is Magic talking~

"This is regular talking"

Harry groaned as he was sucked into Voldemorts' mind yet again. It didn't take very long for him to realize that this time was different. There were no Death Eaters cowering in front of him, just a glass of amber colored liquid that he recognized as firewhisky.

Why the hell am I here if all he's doing is getting drunk? He wondered.

Hello Potter. Why are you in my head? Harry was startled, Voldemort had never known he was there before no matter what his thoughts had done. Now he was talking to him?

No idea.

Can't you control it?

If I could do you think I'd be here? Do you have any idea how annoying it is to be randomly sucked into your head? It's happened so many times this summer I've lost count.

I thought I felt someone a couple of times.

A couple? I lost count after fifty. I spend more time in your head then at my realatives. Although it's a blessing in disguise sometimes.

Invading my head is a blessing?

I'm oblivious to anything that happens to my body while I'm here.

And how did you find that out?

You had a Death Eater meeting while my uncle was beating me. Voldemort stood and started pacing in front of the fire.

Beating you? why does he beat you?

Because I'm a freak, why else?

A freak? While I agree - Harry snorted here - I highly doubt it's for the same reason.

Don't let your Death Eaters hear you say that, he's a muggle. He hates magic and tries to beat it out of me because I'm a wizard. That's why I'm a freak. Harry didn't say it, but Voldemort could hear the agreement Harry had with his uncle.

No, not the same reason. You're a freak because you just won't damn die. I mean, who survives the killing curse?

~One of my children.~ It was a feminine voice that seemed to come from all around them. ~All of my children can survive the killing curse.~

Who are you? Voldemort asked.

Isn't it obvious? Harry asked him. She's Magic.

~ My child is right. I am Magic, or rather, the voice of Magic. My children are those whose very souls are made of magic. It is the reason they can survive the killing curse. The killing curse kills the soul, but you can't kill Magic. It is a painless death, but not a peaceful one.~

And you did that to my parents?

Just your mother. Your father was already dying because of the way the door exploded, he got impaled by a piece of it. He still gave a good fight though.

Oh sure, that makes it so much better! You only annihilated the soul of the woman who GAVE HER LIFE FOR ME!

~Actually, the bearers of the children of Magic are given a certain immunity to the killing curse. While the curse still kills them, it doesn't destroy their souls.~

Oh, well that's all right then.

Wait, you're okay with me killing your parents?

It was war. Really, I don't get why they didn't just use someone like, oh I don't know me as the secret keeper. No way for the secret to get out if they use someone who could barely talk, and who definitely couldn't write!

The person needs to be able to understand what is going on, and agree to housing the secret in their very soul.

So why not use themselves?

How should I know? I wasn't there!

~Your Headmaster told them they had to use someone who doesn't live in the house being covered.~

But there's nothing to prove that. In fact, I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that the creator used herself when she covered her house with the Fidelous.

~She did. I will show you something.~

Harry and Voldemort are suddenly thrust into the memories of the others lives. The others entire life was played before them. When it finished both of them were silent.

Well. Harry finally said. That was new.

~You two shared the spell the first time it was used, and so both of you must come up with the incantation.~

Memoriae. Should have memoriae in it. Harry murmered.

Memoriae, hmm. Vitae memoriae?

~Not enough. It's missing something.~

See? No, share!

Vitae partem memoriae.

Their magic shifted as if accepting something.

What was that?

~That, my child, was your magic accepting a new calling. You are now a spell-crafter. you can alter, and create spells to suit you and your needs.~