Hi DoItLikeMe here. This is my first fanfic under this name. So with this story I plan to finish this one because I really like the plot I'm using and have had ideas for this particular story for going on two years so I decided to see about trying it. Well I hope you like it and enjoy it.

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Moonlight illuminated through the windows of the dungeons and shined onto a brunette walking. This brunette was none other than Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. Why he was walking aimlessly down the dungeons would be a question most people would ask. Why a boy who had just defeated a ruthless dark wizard be walking through the dungeons alone at night? Especially two days after the defeat of Voldemort. Wouldn't he want to relax and spend time with his friends, the closest thing he had to a family, peacefully and knowing that a dark wizard wasn't after him? Well yes Harry would have liked that but only if he didn't feel claustrophobic by demands from his friends and everyone else.

Ever since he defeated Voldermort, he felt like almost everyone wanted something from him. It hadn't even been an hour after he defeated Voldemort before reporters started showing up and begging for interviews. The other day and Hermione had come up to him talking about seeing a psychologist. They had even gotten Ron on their side about him seeing a psychologist. They had sent him to Harry when Harry had told Hermione and that he didn't want to see one. Oh and the worst had to be later on when Harry was trying to avoid Mrs. Weasley and Hermione and had bumped into Ginny. Apparently Ginny thought that it would be good idea to talk about their relationship and starting it again. Harry didn't know what had happened but he just snapped. He remembered telling Ginny some things in a harsh voice on why couldn't they be happy with anything he did for them and why people wanted things from him and everything. Harry didn't intend to snap at Ginny. Really he would have snapped at anyone who had asked him any question at that moment. Ginny just happened to be the one to do it.

That plus all the other demands was why Harry was walking around the dungeons. After the outburst at Ginny, Harry had gotten his broom and went flying for a while. He then decided to walk the dungeons. Harry didn't feel like being around the people in the castle so he decided to go to the last place they'd look for him. The dungeons. Harry was also pretty sure he was going to get an earful from Hermione who had probably already known about his outburst from Ginny. Thank Merlin for his invisibility cloak.

Harry continued walking aimlessly through the dungeons when he heard something. Harry stopped and listened closer. From what he was hearing it sounded like crying. A child's cry. Harry followed the sounds of the cry until it stopped to a door. He noticed it was the door that led to the classroom that the Aurors had put Voldemort's body in. So much was happening they hadn't gotten a chance to remove the body from the castle so they put it in a discarded classroom in the dungeons.

Harry braced himself and slipped his wand out his back pocket. He readied his wand and opened the door slightly. The boy who lived was preparing himself for a loose death eater or something of that type. However he almost dropped his wand at what he saw instead.

Inside was a person who had its back turned. From the looks of the figure, it looked like a woman who had red hair. But the weirdest thing was she was bouncing up and down with a crying child in her arms making shushing sounds. The child quieted down and laid his head on the woman's shoulder. This allowed Harry to see the child's face. It had black hair with dark brown eyes. The weird thing was red was tinted around its eyes. The boy's face reminded him of someone but he couldn't place who.

By chance the child looked up probably feeling something staring at it and looked directly at Harry. Emerald eyes met brown ones. A shiver went through Harry as their eyes connected. It felt like he had stared in those eyes before.

"What are you looking at," mumbled the figure to the child. The figure turned around.

Harry had been right in thinking it was a woman. The woman had dark brown skin with loose dark red loose hair falling around her face. She also had blue eyes. Now some would think this would contrast on a person's face but it actually looked nice. The woman herself was quite beautiful. She also wore these silver sheer robes.

"Well you're finally here. Thank God. I haven't dealt with children in a long time," started the woman. "Do you know it's been years since I've even dealt with children?"

Harry blinked at the woman. The woman was acting like it was every day thing to find someone in a classroom with a child in your arms. He finally found his voice and started to speak.

"Who are?" Harry asked his wand still in his hand pointed in the woman's direction. Even though he didn't feel any bad vibes from her, he still didn't know who she was and he hadn't seen her around the castle.

"I'm Pythia," started the woman.

"Pythia," Harry said. He'd heard that name from somewhere.

"Yeah I know. Stupid name," said Pythia rolling her eyes. "I swear I'm going to change it one day. Well anyway let's get down to business,"

"What business?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Well you see I'm a seer," Pythia said. "And I'm here to give you your prophecy,"

"Seer," started Harry. "How do I even know you're seer and if you are? I'm done listening to prophecy. I'd rather find out my own future when it actually happens," He finished firmly.

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way but I'm here to deliver it and that's that," said Pythia calmly.

"Look I don't know who are or where you came from," started Harry. "But you can go back wherever you came from," Harry knew he sounded harsh but he just defeated a dark lord. He wasn't going to get himself caught up into something that he didn't have to get in. When Pythia didn't move, Harry stepped back towards the door backwards. "I'll yell for aurors if you don't leave now,"

"No," said Pythia shifting the child on her hip who was looking fixedly at Harry with his thumb in his mouth. Pythia didn't even look phased at Harry's harsh tone or threat. "This prophecy doesn't just pertain to you but with this child in my hands. If you leave and get aurors, I'll have to explain and they will take this child and possibly kill it,"

"Why? What's so special about him?" asked Harry. The boy looked like a regular kid to him.

"You should know Harry," said Pythia. "This is someone you have encountered numerous times before,"

Harry knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "I've never met this kid,"

"Yes you have," Pythia said and continued when Harry was about to open his mouth and deny knowing the kid. "Maybe never in this child form but you have in his adult form,"

"What?"

"Harry this child I'm holding is none other than Voldemort," Pythia said looking at the little boy on her hip.

This time Harry' s wand did fall out of his hand.

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Author' s Note: So what do you think. Yes I've used the voldemort turns into a child plot. It's always intrigued me but not a lot of people were able to pull it off so Im really hoping I will. Oh and big shout out to the author Ceara Ivory who wrote Hush Little Baby. She was the one who got me intrigued in this type of plot. Her story was awesome so check that one out to. Anyway I hope you liked the chapter. Please review so I can know what you guys thought about it.