Disclaimer: If I owned it, I wouldn't need to write fanfiction.

A/N This is my first fanfic. Please R&R

Harry Potter, the boy who lived he thought bitterly, Why did I have to be the famous one? Now, people are jealous of me because I have no parents! Now, how does that make sense? Harry was on his way to Dumbledore's office. He had called Harry to a special "Meeting." What could I have possibly done this time? It was a reasonable question, he only ever went to Dumbledore's office if something bad happened, and as far as he knew…

"Password?" asked the gryphon guarding the door.

"I didn't know you talked," said Harry, surprised "Then again I guess you did talk that one time… Anyway, I don't know the password, but Dumbledore said he wanted to see me. Well, not said per say but I-"

"All right, I get the point, but I think you'll just have to guess. A hint, it's a muggle sweet"

Harry didn't particularly like being told he had to guess, but drastic times call for drastic measures. "Snickers? Almond Joys? Airheads? Uhh, Lemon drops? Oh, wait, that's been used, Mars Bars, M&Ms, skittles, twizzlers, dum-dums? Oh. Why. Don't. You. Just. Open?!?!?!" He said the last bit while kicking the gryphon. "Ow, that'll leave a mark. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Oh fudge, now I'm going to be late"

The door opened.

Harry walked up the steps to Dumbledore's office and Knocked softly. "Come in" was heard from inside, and Harry was happy to oblige. When he pushed the door open he saw the last person he expected to see. "Tom?!?"

"Great. When I agreed to come here, I did it with the utmost assurance that this would be private, but now this, this boy is here. I wouldn't call this private.

"Tom, I don't want to be here either. I didn't know that Dumbledore thought I could handle you yet. I should have remembered that every time Dumbledore asks me to do something it involves you. And I hate being called boy."

"You won't need to be called anything, soon. As soon as I get out of here…"

"You seem, boys," said Dumbledore calmly "To have forgotten why we are here. I think both of you need to talk. It seems that you have become mortal enemies and yet neither of you know exactly why. I have, Harry, confiscated Tom's wand. I am sure he would feel better if I had yours, too."

Harry handed it over, "If I must" he said, glaring at Voldemort the whole time. "Can we just get down to business?

Voldemort gave an answer, "I would love to, but I believe that with Albus as our mediator we need to wait for him"

"I hate waiting" spat Harry "What's Dumbledore up to, anyway? He seems to have disappeared."

"Well, then I guess we'll have to enjoy each other's company" said Voldemort with more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "It shouldn't be too hard all I have to do is ignore your imbecilic remarks for the next few minutes and everything will be alright."

"Did you just call me stupid?

"Oh, good, monkey boy is catching on!"

"I call you by your name; you can call me by mine"

"Oh… Mr. Uppity now aren't you"

"Shut up Tom, I'm warning you…"

"Oh, threats now, I see we've passed the friendly teasing point?"

"I'm serious, I can do wandless magic when I get mad"

"Oh, yes, as I recall you blew up your aunt, does she remember that little incident?"

"Luckily, no. You've probably never had a dog set on you, but let me say that sitting in a tree for six hours is not nearly as entertaining as one might think. You get rather sore."

"Oh, so you've run away from home, have you, you ungrateful wretch. I would have given much just to have a home to go to over the holidays."

"You wouldn't want to go to this house, I promise you. I thought my name was freak until I went to kindergarten, and even then I wasn't sure"

"Yeah, right, Mr. Melodramatic, I'd like to see you be almost completely ignored for eleven years. I didn't know I was a wizard until Dumbledore came to get me when I was eleven. I bet you were raised in the glory of your parents. I had no pictures, no stories, only the middle name of my grandfather to go on."

This brought back a wave of memories; Hagrid, the Leaky Cauldron, Ollivander's, the Mirror of Erised, everything. When Harry finally recovered he was shaking with rage. "Don't. You. Ever. Say. Something. Like. That. To. Me. Again. You. Have. No. Clue… You wouldn't last a week in my shoes."

"You wouldn't last a day in mine."

"May I take that as a challenge?"

The arguing pair was momentarily distracted and looked over to where the voice had come from. Apparently, Dumbledore had put a charm in himself to be invisible, and was listening to the whole exchange. He repeated, "May I take that as a challenge?"

"Why" they said in unison

"I can fulfill it, if you want," he said, a twinkle in his eyes.

"It's a deal."

A/N How was it? This is when you push that little blue button over on the side. I know it's kinda short, but I'll do better next time.