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It took Voldemort several seconds to comprehend that Harry Potter was hugging him. Even worse, he called him "Daddy"?

He looked down at Harry and back up, then back down, then back up again. He looked over at Snape who had fainted…then back down at Harry.

"What the HELL!"

Voldemort pushed the child away and he fell to the floor. For a second, no one said a word, especially since Snape was still passed out. Then tears fell from Harry's eyes as he cried softly.

"Daddy…."

Voldemort sighed; pushing the child away wouldn't solve the problem. That fact is that Harry was not a toddler and for some reason, thought he was his father. Why?

Snape woke up and got to his feet slowly, "Severus check Potter over for any signs of injury from his transformation."

At the same time, he also checked to see if the Horcrux was still there. If it wasn't…well Harry would no longer be needed around.

To his shock and horror, Voldemort found that his soul was still in Harry's. He could try to de-age Potter again, but after nearly killing the boy, it may not be the best idea.

Harry was still crying for his "father" as Snape finally concluded that Harry wasn't injured in any way and the transformation didn't affect anything.

However there was the matter of his memory.

Voldemort silently and reluctantly, picked up the child and carried him to the bed where he took a tissue and cleaned his face of tears.

"…Po-Harry, you know that's your name correct?"

Harry nodded slowly. "Alright do you remember anything else, friends, other family, school perhaps" Voldemort said gently.

Harry shook his head, "I remember seeing you a lot and the scary looking man next to you. I remember someone with really blonde hair too…that's about it."

"Ok, you remember anything about magic or school."

Harry thought for a moment, "No…I remember doing magic but not school."

The two adults left Harry to talk outside for a moment.

"It appears that his memory is scattered all over the place. But he does remember about us, which surprises me. What should we do my lord?"

"We can't kill him; he still has a piece of my soul. We should try to either turn Harry back into a teenager or get my soul out of him another way."

"So basically Harry is stuck like this" sighed Snape.

Suddenly they heard a large crash coming from the bedroom. They rushed in to Find Harry swinging from the light hanging from the ceiling. Some of the bulbs had fallen off.

"I'M A FLYING MONKEY" Harry screamed from the top of his lungs.

"HARRY GET DOWN" roared Voldemort.

"Catch me dad!"

He let go of the lights and Voldemort managed to catch him before he fell to the floor.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING" shouted Voldemort.

"I tried to do magic and I ended up on the ceiling."

Snape hung his head, "Oh dear Merlin."

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