Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Note(s): This story is slightly AU.
The song Harry sings is based on Kerli – Walking On Air.
This chapter contains human experimentation, but nothing descriptive.
Flashbacks will occur in italics.

C H A P T E R 1 | All I See is White, White, White.

Subject Number: 07
Name: Harry James Potter
Date of Birth: July 31, 1980
Nationality: British
Age: 16
Weight: 150lbs
Height: 5'8
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Note(s):
Son of James Potter and Lily Potter née Evans.

Current Status: Alive
Current Legal Status: Passed Away

It was like a clear day after a storm….

…Or was it more like the calm before a storm?

Harry didn't know, but his presence did calm him for one thing.

"Remove the IV and machine - bring in Set #0284," a scratchy voice whispered hurriedly, "We can't lose a second."

The teen stared at the blinding lights above him. He couldn't really see anything as he just felt numb all over. He vaguely recalled where he was – an operation room or more like a laboratory and all he could really tell was that he had been strapped down.

A voice floated to his ear slowly as his groggy mind refocused itself, "… thing is fine Professor. Experiment 07 is coping well. We will now continue with Set #0284."

Was that what you would call a voice filled with sadistic glee?

The teen slowly turned his head toward the voice, trying to catch a glimpse as to who had spoken. He knew she was talking about him. He knew he was Experiment 07 – even though he was called Harry by everyone here. His eyes burned as he tried to focus in on the person, and tears started to trickle out. Finally his eyes seemed to zero in on the women talking into a headset.

She looked stern and sharp – like a business women. She was wearing her hair in a tight bun and had a pair of simple square spectacles. Wasn't this the women Ron was talking about? …The supposed angel? It was - he could now see the ID that hung from her breast pocket – which read Minerva McGonagall.

The red headed boy known as Ron chatted excitedly to him, "I think she's an angel or something! I met her once before. She told me her name was Minerva, it was when I was crying because of the pain from the tests. She helped me through the it, mate!"

Ron giggled, sporting a huge happy smile that showed all his teeth.

He couldn't help but give a small smile of his own to Ron.

The teen felt irony pour into his being as he let out a bark of laughter, "HAHAHHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAH!" He stared at the women wildly with a grin filled with insanity and malice – she was staring at him in fear wondering if she should inform the professor of what was happening now.

But one of the doctors pulled her away from the laughing boy, "We will now proceed with the test, Minerva." As soon as he said these words pain filled Harry, his screams seemed to ricochet off the white walls at impossible volumes – his vision going white he seemed to disappear from reality - his screaming coming to a sudden stop.

A silly smile blossomed on his once pain filled face and he broke into a giggle filled song,

"La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la.
There's a little creepy house, in a little creepy place.
Little creepy town, in a little creepy world.
Little creepy boy with his little creepy face,
Saying funny things that you have never heard.
That little creepy boy, oh, he loves to sing.
He has a little gift, an amazing thing.
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la."

"…Harry?" The women called out attentively once the doctor gave her the okay that the tests were over now.

"Harry? " The boy asked bewilderingly, "No no no no no! I'm not Harry! AHAHHAHAH!"

A dangerous smirk snaked its way onto his face and all traces of humor seemed to leave him, "I'm not Harry Potter. I'm Lord Voldemort."

TBC

Next chapter:
Tom and Harry finally meet.

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