Well, I got this idea a couple hours ago, aaand I decided to write it out. That never works out well for me. Anyways, I can't guarantee I'll stick with this story once I lose ideas, but until then, I'll try to update as often as possible. Now, this will possibly be slash, if I ever make it that far, but for now, let's just have a look, shall we?

Don't own anything, yadda yadda, if i owned the series, it wouldn't be FANfiction, now would it?

Note: This is a repost! Just switched fanfiction accounts, so I've got the first three chapters up, and the fourth will be up asap!


"You're bloody joking me, aren't you, Professor?"

Incredulous green eyes met surprisingly serious blues that surveyed him over half-moon spectacles.

"No, I am not, my dear boy. I wish I was. I am well aware that this is a terrible thing to ask of you, but it must be you. I have taken into consideration how difficult it would be for you to do, considering your feelings. If there was any way to avoid this, I wouldn't dream of putting you through this" Dumbledore sat back in his chair, looking at the shocked teenager sitting on the other side of his desk.

"But-"

"No buts, Harry. It must be done. Everything is prepared. All that is left is for you to explain this to Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. I am quite sure they would like to know what is to happen to you."

Harry sighed, running a hand through his unruly black hair, causing it to stand on end, much like his father used to do.

"Alright then, I'll talk to Ron and Hermione about it. I doubt they'll be pleased, but maybe they can give me some pointers on this. I really have no idea how this is supposed to work out" Harry said with a sigh, rising to his feet rather reluctantly. He had gotten used to the old man springing ridiculous plots on him in the middle of the night, though this one turned his stomach. He had no idea what to do with himself. Dumbledore smiled, looking pleased that the boy hadn't put up much of a fight. It seemed that Harry Potter had accepted his role as a pawn, whether he knew it or not.

Getting to his feet as well, Dumbledore walked around his desk, looking down at the rather short teen. "I know this is a lot to put on your shoulders at sixteen, but if I trust anybody can do this, it will be you Harry. Now, go see Professor Snape to acquire the potion, and then Hagrid will escort you past the anti-apparation wards. He wanted to see you off" the old man's eyes twinkled down at Harry, who nodded mutely.

"Thank you Professor. I'll d my best."

"Good luck, Harry." With that, Harry turned to leave the room, heading down the spiral staircase and past the phoenix statue rather slowly. His feet felt like lead as he dragged himself up to Gryffindor tower. His mind was nearly blank, the Headmaster's words echoing through his head. It took him much longer than usual to get to the Fat Lady's portrait, and he muttered the password robotically. Stepping through the portrait hole, he was almost instantly knocked backwards, arms thrown around him.

"Harry! Ron and I were so worried!" Hermione let go, taking a step back, to stand beside Ron. "All we heard was that Dumbledore wanted to see you and you were gone for so long and- Harry? What's wrong? You look dreadful. . ."

Heaving a sigh, Harry walked past his two best friends, seating himself on one of the plush couches that adorned the Gryffindor common room.

"That old man's up to his tricks again, isn't he?" Ron asked, sitting down on the other end of the couch, as the last of the trio settled into a comfy arm chair by the fire.

"Ron-" Hermione said in protest, sending him a chastising look.

"No, he's right" Harry took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair once again. It was a bad habit he had picked up, after spending too much time with Sirius, and seeing his father do it in Snape's memories. "He found a way to get around the prophecy," he started, his best friends listening, riveted. "' The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ...'" The raven haired teen stared into the fireplace as he recited the prophecy he had heard so many times now, replayed in his head, or repeated from Dumbledore. "Dumbledore thinks, that it doesn't have to go the way everybody's been so positive about. Underneath Voldemort," Ron winced at the name, "is Tom Riddle. Either I have to die, or Voldemort does, and we have to be the ones to kill each other. So, Dumbledore is having me disguise myself with polyjuice potion, get recruited as a Death Eater, brought to Voldemort by Snape after I spend some time 'lost' in a forest, get close to Voldemort, and bring back his emotions. I'm supposed to get Lord Voldemort to love. And doing that, hopefully destroy Voldemort, and Tom Riddle will survive. Then, the prophecy is fulfilled, and the war is over. Because Tom Riddle, isn't the Dark Lord."

Minutes went by, silence filling the room. Harry's voice had been monotone through this whole revelation, but his eyes showed the utter fear and confusion he felt, laced with rage that Dumbledore was going to put him through this.

"Oh Harry. . ." Hermione's voice broke through the silence.

"I can't believe he's doing this to you! Sending you to your death! Tom Riddle was as much of a monster as You-Know-Who is! I mean, just look what he did to Ginny!" Ron exploded, shocked, and concerned for his best friend.

"He wasn't a monster. Just misled. And Dumbledore wants me to get him back on track." Green eyes looked up from the fire finally, looking to Ron, and then Hermione. "He says that my 'innocence and purity' will solve everything" Harry's tone was skeptical, but Hermione bit her lip.

"Actually Harry. . ." she began hesitantly, thinking well as she spoke slowly, "That might be exactly right. He just needs to learn love, and guilt, and what's right. And you're the essence of all of those things."

Ron looked to the brunette girl, thinking it over as well. "Bloody hell Hermione, I think you're right. As much as I'm scared for you Harry, you can do this. If anyone can, it's you. Just, be careful, okay? You're my best mate. . . and mum will never forgive me if she finds out I let you walk off to your death" he grinned slightly at the end, provoking a smile from Harry as well.

"Yeah. . . I guess it'll work out, somehow. . . But I've got to go see Snape. I'm to apparate to some forest that Hagrid'll tell me about, and then Snape will 'find' me. I don't know how long I'll be gone, or if I'll come back. . . but I'll try my best" Harry's voice was grim, and his face determined. His emerald green eyes still reflected his inner turmoil. Getting to his feet, he pulled out his wand. "Accio invisibility cloak!" he pointed his wand to the stairs that led to the boys' dormitories, and a lumpy, folded shape flew to its master. Catching the cloak, the teenager turned to his friends, who now stood facing him. Biting his lip, Harry looked his two longest friends over, wanting to remember what they looked like. "I'm going to miss you guys" his voice was almost a whisper, and soon enough, he was in Hermione's embrace.

"Oh Harry, we'll miss you too! Be safe, please! I know you've improved at occlumency, but do be careful!" By the time she released him, her eyes were full of tears, though she blinked them back. Harry looked to Ron now, who stepped forward and wrapped the shorter teen in a bear hug.

"What she said. Hermione's always been better with words. But, you know we're always with you mate. Be careful" Ron said, letting go of his best friend and stepping back.

"Thanks guys. Really. Try to stay out of trouble okay?" he sent them a crooked grin as he headed towards the entrance to Gryffindor tower. He stood in front of it before turning to his friends one last time. He pulled the Marauder's Map out of his pocket, handing it to Ron. "I won't need it where I'm going. For now, my mischief has been managed. Goodbye, you two" Harry tried to keep his voice from wavering, giving them a last smile before he pushed open the painting of the fat lady.

Pulling the invisibility cloak over his body, he felt safer under there, even if he had permission to be wandering the halls at night. He savored every last bit of Hogwarts as he walked through, hoping this wouldn't be the last time he got to see his home. The only true home he had.

Wandering the castle at night was always a fond past time of Harry's, when he found he couldn't sleep, so being alone in the stone corridors was a rather nostalgic feeling, knowing he wouldn't be doing this again for some time.

When Harry finally made it down to the potions' classroom, he found the door partially open, with torchlight streaming from the crack in the door. Pulling off the cloak, he pushed the door open the rest of the way, finding Professor Snape sitting at his desk, looking impatient.

"Really Potter, you had to take two hours to get down here? I do have things to do, other than helping you befriend the Dark Lord." Snape bit out, rising to his feet. "I hope you've said your goodbyes, for I am probably helping you to your death. Not that I mind." Harry sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He had no idea why Snape hated him so much, but the feeling was mutual, and he knew that they both hated that they had to work together. "Now, here is the polyjuice potion," the bat-like man's arm swept over three large flasks of the sickly liquid, which Harry knew from experience, was utterly disgusting. "Take one mouthful every two hours, and you will go through one a day. I shall fill up the flasks as they are emptied, to be sure you shall never run out. I'm sure the Headmaster has told you what you are to do, so get going, Potter. I'll see you in a few hours."

Snape turned on his heel and disappeared through the door behind his desk, leaving Harry with the potions. He took the three flasks, slipping them into a small pouch that attached to his belt, which had a charm on it, making it so much larger on the inside. Dumbledore had given it to him about a week ago and explained the bag, which worked like the tent they had used at the Quiddich World Cup. The old man had told him that he would know what it was for in time, and now he knew. It was to hide the potions from Voldemort. He stuffed his invisibility cloak into the little pouch after the flasks before leaving the classroom; having a feeling he would miss even this dreadful room. The stone floor of the dungeon echoed dully with his footsteps, and Harry sighed. The corridors seemed to be mocking the loneliness he would soon be feeling, 'befriending' Voldemort or not. He would be living in a cottage in the forest he would apparate to (having gotten his apparation license prematurely, due to this secret mission of his), though probably spending most of his time with his arch nemesis. Even spending his time with Voldemort would make him feel alone, and he knew that. He always felt so alone and helpless when Voldemort was around. But that was him as Harry Potter. With polyjuice potion, he would become a twenty three year old pureblood wizard by the name of Holden Parker, no real job, but graduated Hogwarts with decent grades, having been in Slytherin, of course. This was all carefully constructed by Dumbledore. His initials were still the same, but the name different enough to seem genuine, and the rest set up to make him favorable.

Harry pondered all this as he headed across the entrance hall, looking up at the giant hourglasses that held the house points. He smiled slightly at the overload of points Gryffindor had at the moment. Harry had received four hundred points for what he was about to do. He took a deep breath, pushing open the huge doors, conveniently unlocked, to find Hagrid standing almost right outside. He looked like he had been crying, and Harry felt bad for that. He had no idea how many tears would be shed in his absence. He didn't have all that many friends, but the ones he did have did care for him.

"Harry! I'm so sorry yeh have ter go through this!" Hagrid almost sobbed, and a moment later the ebony haired boy had his arms full of weeping half-giant. Blinking slightly, Harry patted his friend on the side, as he couldn't quite reach his back.

"It's alright Hagrid. I'll be fine. I do have a certain amount of luck, don't I? I'll be back in no time, safe and sound" the bespectacled boy smiled up at the Groundskeeper, who looked at him through watery eyes.

"I know yeh will Harry. Yeh always do. I jus' don't want yeh gettin' hurt or nothin'" Hagrid nodded, straightening up. "Now, let's get goin'. You've got places to be, Harry. I s'pose Dumbledore's told yeh where yer heading?"

Harry nodded, hurrying to keep up with the large man's long strides. "Yeah. He's told me everything I need to know. But it'll take me time and patience, not to mention being very careful, to pull through. But as long as I've got support from all of you here, I think I'll be okay" he smiled, looking up at Hagrid. His words were mainly to console the half-giant, knowing how attached his friend was to him, after bringing him to live with his aunt and uncle at number four Privet Drive when he was a baby.

Hagrid hummed thoughtfully, and the rest of the walk was spent in silence. When they reached the end of the grounds, Harry turned to look at the looming mass of Hogwarts Castle. He knew how dearly he would miss this place, and all of the people inside of it. Even Draco Malfoy. Taking a deep breath, the teen looked up at Hagrid, who was regarding him silently. "Well, I guess this is it then" Harry said after a moment. "This is goodbye. For now. I'll miss you, Hagrid. Look after Hedwig for me, will you?"

"'Course, Harry, 'course. Anything to help you. Now, you jus' keep yerself safe, and you'll get this job done in no time. Jus' be careful out there Harry. He's a monster." One last hug, and a longing glance at the castle, and Harry turned on his heel, leaving behind a half-giant howling with sobs, disapparating with a loud 'crack'.


Well, that's it for now. If you enjoyed it, awesome! If not, sucks bro! I would love some constructive criticism, I don't expect this to be perfect, seeing as it's currently 3:45 am and I just finished writing. Anyways, I'd love some reviews, just to know what people are thinking. If you're lazy like me, I don't mind, you don't have to review. I'm clearly unable to force you. Well, until next time! Peace.

Note: the bag is like the one Hermione uses in Deathly Hallows, buut seeing as that hasn't happened yet, I just compared it to the tent.