Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, I do not get any profit for this story, and so there is no point in trying to sue me.

Alright, well, if you read this, I guess you are going to be very surprised, I have changed the plot to a good Voldemort, and I hope those who liked the other copy can understand.

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They heaved and puffed, breaths taking form in the cold evenings air gulping continuously as the shouted spells back and forth in the air. 'No wonder the prophecy chose us two to be of the same strength. 'Voldemort thought 'We have so many similarities and yet defend the opposite sides. But the world is always like that, isn't it? The balance between light and dark, evil and good, all this refers to the ying-yang. Without it, the world could be a disaster, too much of each can destroy what we have now, and yet bring on new adventures.' He voiced this out between puffs... Harry threw his head back and laughed. They continued the awkward conversation...

"Potter, do you really wish to meet your parents one time so much and consider taking your life just to meet them?"

"...; actually, sometimes I do, I miss Sirius so much, even if I only knew him for 2 years, when he died I felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces but I know that everyone risked themselves just for me to finally destroy you. With that in my mind, I trained so hard, just to meet what they sacrificed for me... Have you?"

"Potter, I am growing old. I know that even though with all my tries at becoming immortal will never work, but that is what makes life exciting is it not? Every day that goes by, I wonder, am I the devil's recreation? Can I go to heaven even after all the bad things I have done...? People do die, that's the process, even though we will rise again even without our past life memories, but we try to fight off the fear of dying, but then we are old, we gathered a lot of wisdom, then we share it, then wait for the day of death, only hoping they will take their advice of making the right decision and never regretting it."

"I wonder if my dad's rolling in his grave," Harry sniggered... "Voldemort speaking to his son, and not even thinking of casting a spell, although I wish I could start life over as a 5 year old, one that won't have to care about the world's weight on his shoulder just yet…"

Voldemort looked at the boy; he was already sporting grey hair at 18. The steel piercing green eyes like emeralds were dull, and haunted, dark bags underneath his eyes.

"You know what? I'm tired of this adventure to immortality. I want to go see the devil, end my life right here so I can die with the personality of me, and my cunning Slytherin self."

Harry glanced over, "Where's the sneaky old bastard of Slytherin's heir?" asked Harry.

"Hiding behind that bush over there, but after I die, take a look at the library in Hogwarts, section H, the shelf to the left, there is a leather-bound book that may be able to get you to your parents, but beware, they might be a bit changed."

"Well, do you want to be buried beside your father or mother?"

"Potter, keep that muggle bastard away from my purity!"

They both laughed, Harry took a step forward and held out his hand and smiled, Voldemort looked at it in consideration, he slowly he took a step and shook the hand, "Truce in our later life when we meet, alright?" said Harry. "I don't want to waste my life fighting like the hero I am." And with that, they both took a step forward and smiled at each other, the scratched wood shined with a certain power as he brandished it. Whatever happened next is not suitable for children like you to know, therefore it is up to your own imagination to think up.

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