A/N: So back again already. That you for your support so far.

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'Thoughts'


Harry didn't even bother to listen to whatever Voldemort was hissing as he hid behind a tree from the deadly assault. The blows stopped and Harry squeaked out weakly, "Is it safe now?"

He could practically hear Voldemort rolling his eyes, "Yes, Potter."

He stepped out carefully and gave the little spears…arrows now that he noticed a frown. The Slythens started to appear one by one out of the greenery, wearing an assortment of cloths, similar to Greek clothing. They did indeed look like Voldemort. They were in no way an identical group as Harry imagined; all in different pale shades of colours, higher cheekbones, lower cheekbones, big eyes, small eyes, longer noses, shorter noses, some even adorned patterns, However the difference between Voldemort and they was that he was far smoother looking with a handsome touch, regal, symmetrical, human.

"They apologize for their….misunderstanding…" Voldemort said softly looking away from him. Harry wondered what Voldemort would've given to actually see him covered in those tiny pointed arrows. He continued, "I assured them the Dark lord is not followed." Harry nodded. When Voldemort kept looking at him harry asked,

"What…?"

"Don't just stare. Say something."

Harry cleared his throat, "Erm…:Hello…you're misunderstanding is forgiven.: He gave a fearful smile. Their eyes widened at hearing such a foreign face speak their tongue. Harry misunderstood their look, "You didn't bring me here so they could eat me could you?"

"Potter, how many times do I have to reassure you that the honour of your death is mine?" Voldemort scowled.

"Harry," The boy corrected and went against reminding him that he couldn't kill him anymore.

Voldemort ignored him, "They do not eat people…Harry," He gritted, "They are not savages." They looked like savages to Harry –no offence to them. Voldemort was offended though and showed it through a quick sharp pain to Harry's forehead. He winced and touched it, mentally yelling that wasn't fair.

"Can I do that to you?" Voldemort ignored him again as a small feminine looking one came pushed herself through the crowd and ran over to Voldemort and clutched onto his robes in a hug attempt. Harry was shocked when he actually hugged her back. She peeked over at Harry suspiciously. The others around had similar looks.

:This is Harry,: Voldemort began, :He is my…er…:

:Mate.: Harry said smugly with a cheeky grin, unable to resist. He dodged the minor stinging hex sent his way. Voldemort seethed. The little one perked up and smiled at Harry.

:Wonderful: She looked at Voldemort, :About time too.: The slow shock that came over Voldemort was the funniest thing to Harry in that moment. :The mate of Voldemort is a friend of ours. You will always be welcomed here.:

The Dark lord turned to Harry, :I. Am. No-: He started to growl in a hiss but was oh so rudely interrupted by the infuriating Boy-Who-Lived.

:So what say you show me around?: He smiled and extended his arm to her. She looked at it unsure for a moment then reached out her palm and grasped his forearm. The position wasn't too awkward and he let her lead him along and away from a raging Dark lord.

To say they found him fascinating was an understatement. The little one, he learned whose name was Sasha and was to Harry's surprise 25, was the first to ask to touch his hair. Now he had about five of them petting and stroking his untameable head fibres. It was apparently their first time touching human hair. Voldemort was definitely right about them enjoying the sight of someone new and different. They lived in stone houses. He couldn't help but notice how muggle everything was. He learned that Voldemort was responsible for most of that. He played a great role in advancing their ancient society. And how they loved all the different contraptions he would bring them. It was so odd for Harry to visualize Voldemort bringing things from the muggle world. Casually shopping, making groceries, picking up his mail in the morning…Harry shuddered.

Harry noticed the Dark lord across by himself deep in thought whilst lazily doing something with his wand. He went over slowly, after politely excusing himself.

"So, er…I know why you chose these…people to fashion yourself after but…why change yourself in the first place? You were quite the looker." Harry paused and waited carefully for a hex, "Dumbledore believed it was a result of…splitting your soul…"

"Utter Nonsense." He snapped. Harry took note that mention of the man's name would always be a way to spike conversation with the Dark lord, "Because it makes the utmost sense that you just turn into a creature when you split your soul. Old fool."

"…Yeah…" Harry replied with utmost understanding, doing his best not to defend his old Headmaster.

Voldemort continued, "Harry," He hissed, "How old was I when I made my first horcrux?"

Harry paused, "…16…why?"

"And what happens when you make a horcrux?"

"You become…immortal…?"

He could feel Voldemort using as much patience as possible, "What else?"

Harry still wasn't catching on, "You stop…" Then it hit him, "Aging…"

"Not as dumb as I thought you were." He told Harry, albeit his voice lacked any bit of a complimentary tone. "And who would completely serve a teenage boy?" Harry was about to object a rather weak and stupid point but Voldemort's snarl made it clear it was rhetorical.

"Wait so if you were still human, your body would still be 16 year old Tom Riddle?" Harry enquired a bit too amused. Voldemort sneered.

"I am still human Harry. This is just a transformation." Obviously wasn't said but Harry heard it clear enough. He raised his brow curiously and Voldemort took it as a queue to go on, "To say it's like being double bodied. I can sport whichever I wish. Descendants of Slytherin can turn into anything related…it's like having multiple animagus forms."

"So does that mean I can do it?"

Voldemort eyes him curiously, "That I do not know yet. I will have to test the lengths of our mysterious connection…another day." And he turned away again.

Harry pursed his lips and nodded slowly, then he smiled, "Does this make me older than you? Can I see it? Your Tom self, that is."

"No it does not make you older. I have decades over your immature head." He growled tugging his robes closer to himself and tightening the grip on his wand. "And no you will not see me in that state. Call me by that retched name again, and I will care what the prophecy says Potter."

Harry ignored the threat, "About that…think that's why your curse didn't kill me? It just ricochet…off my forehead and…hit you instead…" The last words died down in Harry's mouth as he saw the hatred on Voldemort's face as he recalled the memory.

"That is the reason precisely…" He said hoarsely. "Mind doing yourself off? Seems like a good option…but I highly doubt your self-sacrificial instincts would want to do that right now." Harry huffed in agreement.

"But hey…it did say we got reign or whatever."

"That's just it Potter, we."

"Harry. And I'm not one for ruling. You can have that." Harry glanced over at him, "I mean…if it's shagging me you're disturbed about…" Voldemort snapped his head to glare at the boy and he continued before the Dark Lord could interject, "I'm perfectly fine with having an open relationship… and you can continue sh-"

And this time Voldemort did interrupt, "I am not. Never have. Never will, ever be shagging anyone." He sneered; spitting the word like it was venomous.

Harry stared mouth agape, "So…so you mean…you're a virgin…?"

"Do you think I would ever give anyone the chance to say, 'I shagged the dark lord?' hm?"

"I…I just…I just thought that…"

"Is there a problem with that, Potter?"

"No-no…I'm one too…but I mean I didn't exactly have time for that with A certain Dark lord after my hide, around every corner." Voldemort looked surprisingly smug about that.

"And if I wasn't?"

"I don't know…I haven't exactly thought about it…chastity's fine and all, but you know…teenagers."

Voldemort then did an odd thing, he sighed, "What has happened to the wizarding world these days?" He asked to himself. "Hogwart's curriculum and now this…did they ever happen to mention wizarding abstinence to you Harry?"

"No…why?"

"For wizards…fornication defiles their magic." He explained, "It's nothing drastic but it makes a difference."

"What!?" Harry exclaimed, "Really? Can it be…undefiled?"

"Can you be a virgin twice, Harry?" Voldemort asked in annoyance.

"Well…no…but in your case…" And Voldemort's look cut him off. He decided to change the subject, "By the way, er, can they do magic?"

It seemed to work as Voldemort's face clouded over with ease; it was so interesting to watch his constant spout of fluctuating emotions. "They can…but just barely." He answered softly, "Only the basic things." Harry nodded. Now all the muggle things made sense, seeing as they weren't very magical creatures. He was also itching at another question but it was overruled as being offensive and rewarded with a painful hex. Voldemort however had heard his thoughts and internal debating.

"Reptiles do not breastfeed, Potter," Voldemort let out a breath, "Surely you must know another way to specify a gender?"

"Well….er…their faces…but you can never really tell, you know?"

"Bone structure, boy," The Dark lord exasperated. When Harry kept silent he went on further, "Merlin sakes, Harry…hips." Harry almost laughed but sucked it in. He looked around and there were indeed those with wider hips, the trademark sign of birth givers. They were also more petite and smoother.

Harry grinned, "Do they lay eggs?"

Voldemort's look alone read 'thick idiot' and he was about to probably voice an insult to match but then A tall, long faced Slythen came to him and hissed quickly to Voldemort with a worried look on his face. Without glancing at Harry, or excusing himself, the Dark lord stalked off with him to mend whatever troubles they were having. Harry snickered. But he was serious though, did they?

"There is more, you know." He heard a small hissy voice say quietly next to him. He turned in astonishment and saw Sasha standing next to him, arms crossed in all her pale, plain, light-orange glory. At his perplexed expression she added, "He is teaching me your tongue." She smiled and Harry gave a hum of understanding. It was a bit awkward and hissy but English none-the-less.

"More?" Harry asked, wondering what she could possibly mean.

"Yes…perhaps he was…fearful…of you knowing." Harry thought, 'Voldemort and fearful in the same sentence, without any victims involved?' impossible. He noticed the Dark lord in the distance conversing with a few of them around a stone table. He was doing something with his wand and they had the utmost looks of admiration at his magic. It made Harry crave his wand and he was not about to ask for it. Instead he decided to learn some more about them and perhaps Voldemort as well.

"Knowing what?"

"Well…another thing…our females are different from your…kind."

"Oh? How so?"

"We have both of what your kind has." She replied, "To…uh…reproduce." So their females were hermaphrodites. Harry didn't really know what to think about that. Should he start referring to her as a he now? "It wasn't always so. It was a result of our kind's near…end that it happened…a…evolution…of…preservation." Her English was clipped but it was still pretty good.

"I see."

"Yes but what he was…fearful of…you not knowing about us, is that our female kind…" Then she looked at him solemnly, "Do not have marks."

Harry's jaw dropped. His eyes widened comically.

That would mean…


A/N: Okay so that's there. This took me forever; I just couldn't remember how the conversations happened. I wrote it about three times to have my memory refresh and this to make sense. It came back to me though. No fear. It was also kinda shorter than I wanted but oh well. It Thank you for all the favourites and follows. I really appreciate it. Please review! Gives me motivation to write faster and they just make me feel good. Criticisms accepted, any inquiries and suggestions please inbox me. Thanks for reading.