Title: Playing with Magic
Author: Lord Avaritia
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Summary: We as humans do not have souls, we are souls, we have a body. But what if the Gods tore apart our souls? What if we're condemned to spend our lives in search of our other halves? Lord Voldemort would not submit to the whims of the Gods. He would be whole, powerful, and immortal. The price of such freedom be damned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money from this (obviously).

Key:
'Thoughts'
Written text

"Voice of a God"
:Parseltongue:

-Chapter 3-
Chance Meetings

Harrison James Potter was an old soul and wise beyond his years. He seemed to have an understanding of the world far beyond someone his age rightfully should, and reflected in his emerald eyes was knowledge and experience much greater than he could have possibly seen in his short nine years. This of course disturbed his caretakers beyond reason.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley were the most ignorant sort of people. Not in the sense that they were uneducated, but in the sense that they were close minded and not at all open hearted. They were the sort of people to fear, hate, and envy that which they did not understand or possess. And unfortunately young Harry was a focal point for their fear, hate, and, even though they would be hard pressed to admit it, their envy.

Harry spent much of his childhood hidden away in a small cupboard under the stairs. From a young age he was made to do most of the house work. But in all honesty he found he rather liked the cooking and the gardening – though cleaning he could have done without. It was the neglect that was the worst. Knowing – deep down – that there was something you were missing out on. Harry would have cleaned for a thousand life times if it meant someone would love him.

But Harrison James Potter had a secret. He knew he would be loved. She had told him so and She would never lie to him.

As if in agreement with that thought Harry felt a warmth flood his chest and smiled brightly as he pulled another weed from the back garden.

'Good Morning Marvolo!' the thought chirped through his mind and he could feel a sense of amusement that was not his own rise up to meet it. This only made his smile widen more until he was sure his face would split in two, 'Aunt Petunia said that when I finish all the gardening she doesn't want to see me around today, so I was thinking we could go to library!' The feeling inside Harry slid from amusement to approval, so Harry sped up his weeding eager to get to the library.

The first time Harry had been to the library he had been amazed – there was so much he could learn! That amazement never left him and when he walked through the sliding glass doors his eyes gleamed with that amazement.

'Marvolo, do you know what my favorite thing about the library is?' Harry asked the feeling inside as he made his way to the second floor where they kept the adult books. He felt a slight curiosity bubble up inside himself, but it was quickly covered with a sense of vague indifference.

Harry rolled his eyes at Marvolo but his smile was quick to break through again, 'It always makes me feel like I am nothing and everything at the same time. As if, in the face of all this human experience, I am the most important thing in the world, but also that I mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.' He reached the top of the stairs and made his way over to languages, pulling a beginners Latin book off the shelf, before taking a seat at one of the more secluded tables.

Through this Marvolo was strangely quiet in Harry's mind and the pause in the man's emotions made Harry uncomfortable. But before he could being to fidget in his new found seat, Marvolo sent a wave of agreement his way and along with it he could feel the man's sense of contemplation and curiosity – though Harry wasn't sure if he was supposed to be listening in on those feelings as well. Before he has a chance to think too much about it Marvolo urged Harry to concentrate on his studies.

And with that they began where they had left off a week prior – verb conjugations. And when Harry got stuck and the book didn't explain it well enough Marvolo's feelings would flare up inside him and he would just know something new. Sometimes it was just something small like how the pronounce a word, but other times he would suddenly know the entomology of a word and how it is the root word of a certain spell and how it lends the power of its name to that spell and on and on his new knowledge went. Sometimes he would suddenly know so much that the lightning shaped scar on his forehead would ache and burn and Marvolo would be quiet for a long time.

Part of Harry wanted to ask Her about Marvolo and how he shared his feelings with him and his knowledge, but another part of Harry knew he wasn't ready for the answer so he didn't ask.

THUD! His thoughts where interrupted by a stack of reference books seven high that found their way onto his table with a loud thud. Behind them was a young girl about his age with untamable chestnut hair thrown into a halfhearted bun that seemed to be fighting a losing battle with her natural curls.

"Ugh! How can they not have a single helpful book in this place?!" She followed the lead of her books and plopped down into a seat at his table with a similar thud. Harry frowned, what was she doing at his table? Other children usually avoided him like the plague. Did she know he was here? She hadn't said anything else and had since laid her head on the desk in obvious defeat.

Harry decided to address her, "If none of the books are helpful, why do you have seven?"

The young girl looked up at him and rolled her deep chocolate eyes, "Just because these books aren't helpful doesn't mean I shouldn't read them." Her tone implied that this was the most obvious thing in the world and that he was foolish for asking. Harry raised an eyebrow at her, not at all put off by her tone having heard worse, but still unsure why she had seven unhelpful books.

He tried again, "What are you trying to learn about?" Maybe if he helped her she would stay longer. This already was the longest conversation Harry had had with another kid his age and he was planning on enjoying it – that is until she realizes what he is and leaves. Marvolo pushed a wave of annoyance at Harry, but he shoved it back down, realizing as he did that carried with it the slight bitter tang of jealously. But what could Marvolo possibly be jealous of? He shook off the question and focused his attention on the young girl before him.

"Magic", the girl mumbled in response nervous that her answer would lead to teasing. She played with a stray curl to keep from looking Harry in the eyes.

"You mean like magic tricks," Harry asked slowly, "the ones with cards and stuff?"

She shook her head, chestnut curls bouncing, "No, I mean like Magic. Real Magic!"

A feeling of caution snaked into his mind from Marvolo. Distantly he could feel the man's suspicion twisting around in his gut as paranoia buzzed in the back of his brain.

"Why would you want to research that?" Marvolo's emotions were becoming distracting, but suddenly they were quiet. 'Marvolo, what's wro-', then he felt why his companion had gone quiet – She was with them. A sense of rightness settled over Harry. Whatever was happening right now was supposed to happen and he should trust in Her.

"Because I can do Magic!" chocolate eyes widened in surprise and the young girl's hands flew up to cover her mouth. "I didn't mean to say that!" She exclaimed, completely shocked with herself. Harry laughed whole heartedly and smiled reassuringly at the girl.

"I can do Magic too," he said, though his admission was much more quiet than hers. "My name is Harrison, what's yours?" The young girl relaxed a little.

"Hermione," she said with a smile "Hermione Granger."


That night She visited Harry like She had many a night before. When Harry fell asleep in the small darkness of his cupboard he dreamed of Her and She came to him.

"Harrison" she said with fondness, her many voices twinkling in melodic harmony, "you did very well today."

"Thank you Fate," said Harry keeping his eyes respectfully downcast, "but I believe that today was your doing My Lady." Harry could feel the powerful Magic that ebbed and flowed from Her like a lazy tide even here in his dreamscape.

Fate chuckled lightly, "I may design things little one, and even gives some of the players a nudge, but nothing is ever really my doing."

Harry hummed in understand, "Forgive me My Lady, that is very true."

Fate waved off his apologies, "You are still young in this cycle little one, think nothing of it. I know that you already know this lesson deep inside. Now come, let me show you some more from your other cycles."


AN: Next Chapter we get to spend some time with Fate and see some of Harry's past cycles! This is my first story, so please let me know your opinions! I welcome any and all reviews. Thank you for reading!

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