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How are things with all of you readers? Good? Well if they are good then I'd be happy to please you with a good story. So be wide awake if it's night time from where your reading and please, please be ready for this story and you have to be 17 and older to read this. So sorry to those that wanted to. But if you read it and have mixed feelings then stop reading. That is my warning to you youngster's. Anyway's here is my disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does sadly.

Things in life in the world seem to be peaceful to those that eyed the sight of the neighborhood and it's inhabitants. Except in the home of number four private, where a young boy, no older than fifteen was curled up in a fetal position filled with agony could never be related to peace.

He was the one who could feel it. Could feel the energy. He wasn't normal in every remains to people that are regular and have no gifts. He was a wizard. A young wizard that was hailed as Savior by the world filled with magical beings and his name goes to Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter. What he was feeling was the sole energy of the earth. She was the Mother of all things on earth. She whispered to him in the back of his mind. The only company he had besides his owl, Hedwig when he was staying with his hateful relatives during summer break. He thought up of a name while reading a bit of Greek as a kid. He knew the name was hers. The Mothers name. Gaia. He could feel her wrap her warmth around his very being as if to comfort him when he was beaten by his uncle. He could feel another presence in his mind but he nervous to meet anything that was not Gaia. And so he had hesitated when approaching that presence. It called to Harry. It called to him as if beckoning him gently.

'Child.'

Harry reared back in shock at the voice in his head. He knew who it could be.

Flashback:

Harry watched, horrified as the being grew from the couldron. He rose his body to mid height and snarled at Wormtail. "Robe me." He said. Wormtail whimpered and flicked his wand as a dark smoky cloak wrapped around the snake like being. Voldemort stretched his long arms and rubbed his hands on his scaly bald head as he sighed in relief. He held his hand out towards the rat. "My wand." Wormtail shivered from head to toe as he fumbled in his worn out cloak to pull out a scaly white looking wand as he hand it to Voldemort.

Harry whimpered in pain at his scar when the man stood his back before him as he grabbed Wormtail's arm when the idiot handed him the wounded one. Harry watched as Voldemort pressed his wand on Wormtail's mark and winced at the pain in his scar on his forehead.

He watched as death eaters after death eaters approach the dark lord and he wanted to yell out, free himself from the bonds that held him against his will.

Flashback end:

'Voldemort?' Harry thought, scared and confused. He felt the presence in his mind humming to him gently. 'Indeed. Child. I have been in your mind for a while now. I'm surprised you didn't recognize my presence until I spoke.' He said in his mind. Harry groaned in pain at his ribs as he gently moved himself so his back was leaning on the bed post. 'But how were you able to get in my mind and actually speak to me through this?' He asked. Harry just watched the ceiling with his own eyes and gulped to himself when he felt Voldemort's presence. 'I believe so. It is the connection through your scar I believe that allow us to do this.' He said. Harry hummed in thought. 'Is there a way to figure out how exactly we're doing this?' Harry asked him.

'Probably. Now I am about ready to work. Rest.' Harry yawned and nodded in his mind and closed his eyes, despite the confusion that over whelming him.

The next Day:

Harry jumped up and almost fell off his bed when a thumb literally banged on his door. "Boy! Hurry and get up and make breakfast!" His aunt yelled out. Harry groaned and rolled off the bed and hurried down stairs into the kitchen. Harry tried to ignore his uncle's talk about freak's and his day at the Grunnings. Apparently his job was being very successful and was hoping to get a paycheck soon so his uncle could take him, aunt Petunia, and Dudley out on vacation for the last two weeks of summer. Harry grinned to himself before making his face blank before his uncle or aunt saw it and start berating him for daydreaming. He finished up making breakfast and had set up the table with the food when Dudley came in.

He saw Dudley smirk at him evilly before moving until he was in front of Vernon. "Dad, if we were to go on vacation before he leaves to that freaky school of his, why can't we just throw him out?" He whined pathetically. Harry sneered. 'You are such an inconvenient Dudley. Just wait when I'm allowed to use magic outside of school and show you some of my favorite hexes.' Harry thought to himself and nearly blinked when he heard Voldemort chuckling at his thoughts through their suppose bond. 'Voldemort?' He asked in his mind. 'Yes Harry. It's me. What's got you having threatening thoughts?' Harry wanted to blush in embarrassment but held it in. 'If you can, listen through me as well.' Harry thought to him. He felt Voldemort hum in his mind in agreement. Vernon was looking at him with a thoughtful and then, Harry feared, he was sneering smugly.

"I suppose we can throw him out. Don't want the freak messing around and tampering with our precious stuff." Vernon said as Dudley snickered before rushing past Harry yet knocking him hard enough that Harry felt the lungs knocked out of him. Harry seethed in anger before he froze upon hearing his aunt. "But Vernon, what if the other freaks come by looking for Harry? They could mess with us and ruin our lives." Petunia said shrilly. Harry watched them, tense. Vernon nodded in agreement. "Alright I guess we could just lock him in his room until they pick the boy up." He said. Harry wanted to protest about being locked up for two weeks but he held back, knowing if he voiced his opinions, he would be thrown in his cupboard most likely instead of his room.

"Good idea Vernon dearie." Petunia said with a smile that did not look good on her horse like face.

Harry could still feel Voldemort's presence in his mind but he ignored the man while he tried finishing his chores for the day so he wouldn't get in trouble.

'Harry.' Voldemort said. Harry perked up when the man finally returned after their last conversation since last week. It had been two to four days since he had any contact with any human being. His relatives had finally gone on to their vacation and wouldn't be back for another two weeks. 'Your back.' He felt the Dark Lords curiosity at his excitement. 'Yes, indeed I am. How are you with those muggles?' Voldemort asked him. Harry frowned to himself and layed himself back down. 'My relatives are out. Uncle Vernon managed to get a well paycheck and got to take himself, Dudley, and Aunt Petunia to a vacation outside of Britain.' It was silent for a minute. 'How are you holding up?' He asked Harry.

'Horrible actually. Been locked in my for the past two to three days. I lost count to how many hours a day pasted since my relatives went on vacation.' Harry felt his stomach growl in hunger. 'And I'm starving.' He could feel the man and hear his humming. It was actually soothing to hear the dark lord, his enemy humming to him in his mind. 'You do know Harry, that I could come and get away from that place. All you have to do is ask me.' Voldemort said.

Harry thought for a few minutes and frowned. While he sees the merit in the idea, but he just doesn't seem to realize one thing. 'I thought we were enemies and that you hated me.' Harry thought. The humming in his mind stopped and Harry sighed. 'It may have seem like I did hate you but I thought you were a man of Dumbledore's through and through.' Voldemort answered him honestly. Harry frowned and sighed to himself and ignored his stomach's protest of not eating. 'After he constantly throws myself at the muggles every summer when in reality I could be somewhere else doing something for once in my life, i am through of being the golden boy. I never wanted the title Boy Who Lived. I just to be myself and live my life. Is that so much to ask?' Harry asked him. All was silent but Harry hated silence. It was making him struggle for air.

It had been nearly a week or so Harry thought. He had no contact from anyone, muggle or magical. He was currently lying on his bed curled up in a fetal position. God the pain in his stomach. He couldn't even remember the last time he ever eat a good decent meal. He felt sick. Why did he felt sick? He closed his eyes and ignored the sweat running down his face.

Voldemort could tell something was wrong. The connection between him and the Potter child had been closed off. And every now and then he could feel pained emotions coming off from the boy through the connection. 'I guess it's time to visit the boy and bring him here. It's time I tell him a few things.' Voldemort thought to himself as he got ready to go to Private Drive.

Voldemort grabbed his wand and set it in it's holster that was connected to his wrist and invisible charms hiding it and went to the grounds and disapparated.

Voldemort sneered to himself as he apparated in the street in the middle of the night in Harry's neighborhood and found himself face to face to Harry's home. He tried opening the door and sighed when it was locked. He whipped his wand out and muttered the unlocking spell (Name?) and went in. Voldemort found himself in the hallway that looked to be very cleaned and walked into a room that looked like the sitting room. He looked around a bit and saw all the pictures on the walls of the Dursley family and realized there was no ounce of pictures of Harry in them.

He moved his wand in his wand and whispered with a hiss. "Point me Harry Potter." His wand pointed towards the corridor he just went in and felt confused. Though confused, he walked in the hallway anyway and stood still. He waved his wand again. "Point me Harry Potter." He became horrified when his wand pointed to the cupboard under the stairs a few feet before him. He forced himself to move his hand to unlock the locks on the door and opened it to the horrible image that the interior of the cupboard provided him.

It was Harry. He was unconscious and cramped up against his trunk and cuts all over his face and his arms and he looked to be sweaty. He grabbed the boy into his arms and sat down cross legged on the floor and cradled the boy against his chest and rocked back and forth. "Oh Harry. What did those disgusting mudbloods do to you?" He whispered to himself angrily.

He wrapped Harry in his cloak, hiding his body and face effectively and ran out the house. "Those filthy mudbloods will be killed. I will avenge you for what they did to you Harry, I solemly swear on my magic that I will. And that old coot will pay for putting you here." Voldemort hissed angrily and clutched the cloaked body of Harry to his chest and apparated to his manor.

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