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Set during the Order of Phoenix, about half way through but then goes off canon.

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Italics are thoughts, underline and italics is parseltongue.

Previously

He hurt so much and he felt so hot… so very hot.. It felt like he was ablaze. Harry's body stiffened as he felt another wave of pain but this time he did not cry out or scream, but passed out from the torture in the cold dungeon corridor. The cloud seemed to gradually evaporate to reveal the pale blood soaked teenaged lying on the floor of the dungeon.

"Because Miss Granger," Snapped Snape impatiently "outside this door, if you'll look carefully, the stone walls, STONE walls, around the unconscious Potter are melting."

Lord Voldemort was also experiencing unbelievable pain and he had no idea why

Chapter Four- Ignite

Albus Dumbledore all but ran to the Hospital Wing upon his return to Hogwarts, stunning all the students he passed, his emerald robes flowing out behind him as he ran. As he burst into the infirmary, H\he was greeted by the sight of a fifteen year old Harry Potter being restrained by Professor Snape and a Prefect as he thrashed around the bed while Madam Pomfrey force fed him potions.

"Harry," He whispered darting forward and gently stroking his head "HARRY, calm down" but as Dumbledore laid eyes upon the wizarding worlds saviour he noticed that he was not awake at all, it appeared he was having some sort of nightmare. The boy was covered in blood and Dumbledore's eyes were immediately drawn to the boys scar, it was open. The Headmaster felt sick as he saw the flesh of Harry Potters' forehead

"Poppy, what's wrong with him?" He questioned, his eyes not straying from the wound on the young wizard. "Poppy, was it his scar? Did he have a vision again?"

"No Professor, at least that's not how it began" answered Severus Snape, who was holding Harry's left arm firmly on the bed, "This happened during my Potion class, Longbottom spilt a cauldron and some ingredients, from what we can tell, it entered his bloodstream here," He pointed a long bony finger at Harry's left finger which had a purplish tinge to it, "and it affected his entire body."

With a final seize, Harry all of a sudden feel still and became peaceful, Snape reluctantly motioned for the Prefect to leave.

"Headmaster, it affected him badly" said Madam Pomfrey, returning to Harry bedside with bandages, gauze and various ointments and potions. "Severus was telling me that he was having uncontrolled bursts of accidental magic, sent a few students who had come to his aid flying backwards and you should see the walls outside Severus' classroom."

"What about the walls?" Dumbledore asked, worried.

"Stone walls, disfigured by heat and he had locked Severus and his fellow students in the classroom." She said cleaning Harry's forehead. "I can't heal this by magic.. It just won't work." She sighed tiredly, picking up gauze.

"How was he recovered, who bought him here?" Dumbledore enquired, furrowing his brow.

"Professor Flitwick did, he could hear something even from his Charms classroom, he always had keen ears, and he knew exactly what spells to use to get rid of the heat and bought him here."

She finished applying ointment and bandages to Harry's forehead and cut off his shirt to clean up his chest, "Oh my" she whispered, shocked.

Cut into Harry's skin was a Snake symbol, its tail started at the top of Harry's left arm and wound around his chest finishing at the heart. Dumbledore put his head in his hands and Snape took a few steps back.

"Severus," the Headmaster started slowly"What potions and ingredients actually infected him?"

Severus had no time to reply as Umbridge waddled into the Hospital Wing demanding to know why she wasn't informed that Harry Potter had landed himself in trouble.

"Harry isn't in trouble Dolores, he has had an accident and injured himself." Dumbledore said calmly "We hope he will recover and be fine."

Dolores Umbridge licked her lips before proclaiming loudly "A cry for attention!"

"Please be quiet this is a hospital wing not a Quidditch game" said the nurse sternly

Dolores ignored her "clearly he has become used to having the focus on him and what's more, that's why he is making up stories and spilling potion on himself!"

"Please poor Harry alone," said Dumbledore focusing his attention on the young boy and reaching out to grasp his hand. "We have no idea what's happening to him."

Harry felt queasy, his stomach was in knots and he felt as though he could be sick. Cautiously, he opened his eyes slowly and did not see the familiar Hogwarts castle he had expected, he blinked to make sure he was seeing the right thing.

He lay on the cold stone floor of a large circular foyer of a large house elaborately decorated with dark fabrics and wooden furniture. Although he could not tell where, as the curtains were drawn, making the room dark. He was sure he was not in Hogwarts though. He stood up off the ground slowly, still feeling queasy, and turned around taking in his surroundings. His eyes widened in panic as he turned and came face to face with the Death Eater Lucius Malfoy who was coming straight towards him… fast. Harry panicked, and felt his heart beat faster.

"What am I doing here?" He asked as Lucius came closer, reaching into his robes for his wand. Lucius however, did not reply or even acknowledge Harry's existence. Lucius up close seemed.. younger than he remembered. While thinking of what he should do, Harry felt an eerie feeling as Lucius seemed to walk straight through him. Harry realized with a jolt that he was in a memory, a memory that certainly wasn't his.

Harry turned and followed the blond haired Death Eater across the room to a seated figure with their hood down.

"My Lord," said Lucius, resting on a knee and bowing his head in respect, "she has given birth."

'Who gave birth?' thought Harry, confused

The seated figure drew back the hood to reveal Lord Voldemort and Harry unconsciously took a step back. This Lord Voldemort was one that Harry did not recognize, this memory was either one from before the killing curse backfired or Voldemort had restored some of his more handsome features since he had been reborn in the graveyard.

This Voldemort had blue eyes and dark brown hair, his jaw line was strong and his cheekbones high. As the Dark Lord stood, Harry noticed he seemed to be more muscular and less reptilian than the one he was accustomed to.

Voldemort ran up the staircase with Lucius behind him. Harry followed, his curiosity again getting the better of him. The Dark Lord stopped the third door on the left of the second story corridor and flung open the door. Voldemort and Lucius froze and Harry moved past him to see what Harry was looking at and stopped shocked.

It was a large room decorated in black with accents of emerald green. The Slytherin symbol adorned much of the room. A king size bed was at the far end of the, a pale woman with black hair lay there, her face covered by her sweaty hair. But it was the other person in the room that stunned the three onlookers. Albus Dumbledore stood in front of the fireplace holding a baby that had turned blue, even from across the room Harry could tell that the infant had died of asphyxiation, lack of oxygen. Harry was shocked and wondered if Dumbledore had killed the baby himself, it appeared that he had. Dumbledore looked up with a sad look in his eyes and Harry heard a choking sound from Voldemort, he turned to the Dark Lord. He was shocked and surprised to see him looking vulnerable, a side to him that Harry had never seen before. Harry returned his gaze to Dumbledore who reached a hand into the pocket of his silver robes and vanished.

Harry felt himself being pulled. He was being drawn to Dumbledore and he felt as though he was being split before leaving the room. When the sensation ceased, he tentatively opened his green eyes and being completely surrounded by darkness. Then a light came and he watched on as Dumbledore pulled out a baby from a pocket deep inside his silver robes. Surveying the landscape, he appeared to be in a dark forest in the middle of winter, though he did not feel the cold. The forest was so thick and dense he was unsure where he was, though he knew it was night. He looked around and saw his Headmaster.

Harry then realized why it had been dark for a while, he must be reliving the baby's memory now, but wasn't the baby dead? He had just seen Dumbledore holding a deceased one.

Dumbledore laid this healthy baby, warped warmly in a black blanket bearing the Slytherin crest on the ground next to a bundle of blankets. Harry leaned forward and everything became oddly clear. On closer examination, the bundle of blankets was actually the baby he had seen in the last memory, wrapped up tightly, already gone from this world. It seemed that the child Dumbledore had taken from Voldemorts dwelling remained alive and well.

He watched as Dumbledore dug a small grave in the earth and buried the baby carefully placing rock over top and neatening up the dirt surrounding. Harry felt an overwhelming sadness for the lost infant, gone before its time and buried in the middle of nowhere.

Dumbledore bent and gently picked up the other baby, cooing at it as it looked ready to cry. With a loud pop, Dumbledore apparted and Harry felt himself being pulled. Before Harry could blink he was in completely different surroundings. The interior of a nice warm cottage surrounded him. In the corner a fire blazed, casting off a glow that added to the cozy feeling of the house. The living room that Harry had appeared in was decorated with various nick knacks and pictures, an overstuffed couch was set off to the side near a wooden coffee table and a cauldron was in the corner, telling Harry that this was a wizarding family's home. Harry examined one of the pictures and was shocked to find the smiling faces of his parents, Lily and James Potter, looking up at him.

Harry could hear people coming quickly up the hall and turned to look at Dumbledore who was still cradling the infant carefully.

"Dumbledore, you're here. We weren't expecting you for ages" Harry turned and saw a woman with vibrant red hair and his green eyes, his mother Lily. He felt his heart jumped and he longed for this to be more than a memory.

"Is.. is that him?" asked the man with his arm around her, Harry's father James, whose hair was messy just like his. Harry wished he could stand with them, just be able to embrace them once.

"Yes James, it is." Dumbledore said with a sad look. "I am very sorry for your loss James and Lily. I know you'll miss Harry a lot. I have… buried him myself, for the protection of all three of you, you must forget about that Harry."

'Buried me? Forget about me? I am right here?' thought Harry panicked but lily and James just held each others hands and nodded, slient tears streaming down his mothers face.

"From this moment on," continued Dumbledore "As much as it pains me to say this, This little fellow here," he handed the baby over to Lily and James "is the only Harry Potter to ever have existed." Their breathes shaky and uneven, both parents nodded again.

'No,' Harry's eyes became wider 'No, that's me, that baby's me'

Harry jumped in front of Dumbledore and waved his hands frantically in front of his blue eyes. "Dumbledore, c'mon it's me Harry!" he screamed "Tell them your lying, they are MY parents, please tell them it's really me!"

Dumbledore just continued talking to the Potters, giving them directions and handing them a vial of orange liquid, while baby Harry began to cry in the background. "This is a power binding potion," he said slowly "Give this to young Harry, as he is Voldemorts biological son we don't know what extra traits he may posses, we need to suppress them."

"I AM NOT VOLDEMORTS SON!" screamed Harry angrily his eyes tearing up and voice becoming hoarse, "I'm not, I'm not." He ran over to Lily and James and tried to touch them, crying out when his hand went right through them, he felt a tear slide down his cheek. One of the few things that he had was being ripped away from him, loving parents.

"Tell Dumbledore I'm yours, tell him" Harry pleaded as his mother reached out to take the crying baby, Harry, in her arms.

Lily pressed a kiss to the baby's forehead and James stroked his hair. "We will love him like he is our own" said James softly a tear falling from his eye for his lost son.

"I am your own," Harry whispered to James, "please, I am your own."

Harry felt himself again being pulled away into another memory and closed his eyes at the sensation of being drawn away.

Albus Dumbledore sat in his headmasters office with his head in his hands, Severus had just described what Harry had been exposed to and the Headmaster had been thinking about possible scenarios about what could have happened. Judging by Harry's scar it was possible that some link between Voldemort and Harry had been opened though the answer could be something much simpler. Maybe Harry was having an allergic reaction? He might have a migraine even. But still none of that explained the snake that had been cut into his chest. Severus had suggested that it be because of the Basilisk blood, though the potions master couldn't figure out why it reacted the way it did. But Dumbledore had a fairly good idea, The basilisk was connected to the Slytherin bloodline so.. no he couldn't think like that. No one but him knew and thanks to his excellent occlumency skills no one else ever would know. It would destroy everything and poor Harry had suffered so much already. He had protected the boy his whole life and he would continue to do so.

Harry was now in a large dark room with the curtains drawn, The walls were painted in the same dark shade all over, similar to the first room Harry had visited. In the corner Lord Voldemort slumped in his large, imposing chair conversing with a large snake that Harry knew as Nagini.

"I never even knew if my child wasss a male or female before that bastard took him," the Dark lord hissed, resting his head in his hands "He killed them, he killed MY child, I hate him sssso much" So the baby was his thought Harry, that didn't necessarily mean that Harry was indeed though. Dumbledore could be mistaken.

"And what of the baby's mother?" asked the large female snake.

"She ran off as soon as she recovered from the blow Dumbledore delivered, I couldn't have stopped her" His mother wasn't dead? No.. not his mother, the baby's mother

"What will you do now Master?"

Voldemort raised his head, his eyes looked dark, and replied "Get revenge, What else? I'll begin with Order members and send the Death Eaters out on raids, I don't want them getting lazy after all. We have a mission."

"Excellent."

"One day I will kill Dumbledore, but until then I will kill those he cares about. In fact.."

"Bellatrix!" Voldemort yelled, throwing his head back.

"Yes, my Lord" Said the female Death Eater, opening the door. She was dressed in black with a murderous smile and wild black hair, eager to do her masters bidding.

"Organize a team, you will attack the Longbottoms." Voldemort ordered with a stern voice.

Bella gave an evil grin "Of course my Master." She turned on her heals and went to carry out her task.

Beside the bed of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley lay, asleep.

They had been vigilantly watching over Harry, who now lay still and pale in the bed. Occasionally he would toss and turn restless, even in sleep.

Madam Pomfrey smiled at the two teens but knew it was time to send them back to their dormitory as it was already dark. She carefully woke them and told them it was time for them to get to bed.

"But we have to be here, for Harry." Hermione pleaded, concerned for the friend that had always been there for her. Ron put his arm around her comfortingly.

"He's not going anywhere at the moment dears." Said the nurse kindly as, she ushered them from the hospital wing.

Two hours later. Harry Potter eyes snapped open, they were the greenest they had ever been. Acid green.