A/N: So I am new to this , and this is the first story I am publishing on here. All mistakes are my own. Leave reviews and tell me what I could do different or if I have gotten anything wrong.

This will be slash in later chapters. Features an OOC Snape, bad Dumbledore, good Tom Riddle and Molly/Ron/Ginny/Hermionie bashing. Takes place beginning at the end of 6th year. No OOTP/HBP/DH.

CHAPTER 1

Harry James Potter suddenly bolted upright in his bed. His only thought was that he needed to get to Professor Snape, IMMEDIATELY.

Harry quickly but quietly escaped from Gryffindor Tower after donning his invisibility cloak. He made his way towards the dungeons as quickly as he could without risking getting caught. He spent the whole trip worrying and praying that Snape gave him the chance to explain before throwing him out and taking points and giving detentions and…

Harry was so involved in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed that he had reached the doorway to the Professor's private quarters.

Harry took a deep breath, dropped his cloak, and started banging on the door.

Severus Snape was quickly startled out of his sleep by a loud banging on the door. He quickly grabbed his robe and made his way to the door. He flung it open, prepared to curse whoever decided to wake him.

Instead, he stared in shock at Harry Potter, who stood outside his chambers, pale and trembling.

"Potter!' he snapped. When the boy jumped, he frowned and tried speaking in a softer voice. "Potter? Why did you come down here? And in the middle of the night, no less."

Snape noticed that the boy was just looking up at him with wide, scared eyes. He quickly herded him in and shut the door, hoping that the boy hadn't been seen coming down there.

Severus quickly sat Harry down on a sofa, then brought him a calming draught. As soon as Harry had taken the potion and it kicked in, Severus tried speaking to him again.

"Potter," he began softly. "What brought you down to my quarters in the middle of the night?"

Harry looked up at his professor, sighing before taking a deep breath and beginning to speak quietly. "Sir, I had a vision in my sleep. However, this one was different from the others I've had. For one, it didn't hurt. They always hurt. For another, it was of Dumbledore. He was saying how I had to die because I have a piece of Voldemort in me. How is that even possible? But I have a feeling that I wasn't actually supposed to have seen this one. It seemed like it was sent on accident, like he was talking more to himself. But how would he have even sent me one in the first place? Please Professor, I'm so confused! What do I do?!

By now, Harry looked so heartbroken, confused and close to tears that it broke a little of the usually stoic Potions Master's heart. He knew he had to help the boy, but he needed to talk to someone else first.

"Harry," Snape said gently. Harry looked up, shocked to hear his first name fall so gently from the Professor's lips. "I will tell you as much as I am able, but I need you to sit here quietly while I go and speak to someone first. Can you do that, please?"

Harry just nodded his head while Severus hurried off to floo to the one place that ever felt like home, Riddle Manor.

Severus quickly flooed to Riddle Manor and immediately began calling for his dad.

As soon as he heard the floo activate, Tom Riddle took off at a run. He figured if his floo was going off this late, it was probably Severus, and most likely an emergency.

As soon as Severus saw Tom enter the room, he threw himself at the man and broke down into tears. Tom just held him and murmured words of comfort.

As soon as Severus had calmed down, Tom moved them over to the sofa to be comfortable.

"Severus my son," Tom began gently. "It is always lovely to see you. However, I am concerned by the state you came through the floo in. Tell me, whatever is the matter, my child?"

Severus sighed. "Harry Potter just came to speak to me; in fact he's sitting in my quarters as we speak. He said he got a vision tonight, but that it was different from the usual. He said that for one, it didn't hurt, and they always hurt. Also, it was of Dumbledore. He was saying how Harry has a piece of you in him, and therefore he must die. He also felt as though he received the vision by accident. He was quite worked up over it and didn't know what to do, so he came to me. I told him I needed to speak to someone first, but that I would tell him as much as I could when I came back. How is it even possible for him to have a part of you in him? What should I tell him?"

Tom sat deep in thought for a moment. How was it possible that Harry had a piece of him inside of him? This would require more thought, and quite possibly some research. After a while, Tom finally spoke.

"Severus, I need to think on this some. I want you to floo back to the castle and tell Harry that he is to spend the remainder of the night in your rooms. Then, bring him to breakfast in the morning so that he and I may discuss some things. He would make a wonderful ally in this farce of a war, if he was willing. Also, you may need to explain to him, at least in part, of your childhood before you come over so he can understand."

Severus nodded and said his goodbyes to his dad, then flooed back to his quarters at Hogwarts.

Once there, he noticed that Harry was fast asleep on the sofa. He didn't have the heart to wake him up and move him to the guest room, so he made the sofa more comfortable. After placing extension and cushioning charms on the sofa, he draped a blanket over Harry. He then put a charm on him that would wake him when Harry woke. He then made his way to bed, aware that tomorrow would be an eventful day.