Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. The boogie men scare me.

Ha! This is funny, this WAS about to be the third chapter Four. It's okay I caught it. It's now...

Chapter SIX (so much for betas man...)

Boy:Non

Voldemort sat trying to work on some important documents. however he was finding it exceptionally difficult as Boy was standing in the room swinging his arms around. Voldemort sighed and put down his pen.

"Was there something you wanted boy?"

"No, not really."

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm bored. Can we play a game?"

"I'm very busy, Boy. Maybe later."

"But I'm bored now!"

"Why don't you go... Make a list of everyone in the Attic Dungeon?"

Boy quirked his head over to the side and thought for a moment.

Please say yes and go away Voldemort thought.

"Okay!" Boy exclaimed. "I'll organise everyone! Thank you, bye bye!"

He shot out of the room like a speeding bullet and Voldemort rubbed his temples. The child was starting to get annoying, and loud. Very loud.

***

Bill looked up with curiosity as he saw a child appear in the corridor of the room. He was small, and wore a black mask. He was carrying a lot of stuff and soon it scattered all over the floor. The boy made a whiney noise. Suddenly all the things gathered up and appeared in a draw cart for him. He clapped his hands excitedly. He got out a marker pen and a plaque and went to the nearest cell. He peered into it, wrote on the plaque and slapped it onto the door.

Empty

He went along all the cells dragging the cart behind him, slapping on the plaques as he went. He came to Bill's cell.

"What's your name?" he asked brightly.

Bill tilted his head and frowned at the child.

"Bill Weasley. Who are you?" he asked back creeping up to the bars and sitting across from the child.

"I'm Boy," he replied scribbling on the plaque in his hand. "What's your job or whatever?" he asked looking up with bright eyes.

"I'm a Curse Breaker," Bill replied slowly. The boy frowned.

"Are you sure you're not something else... Like a Warder?"

Bill looked puzzled at Boy. "Quite sure," he said certainly.

"Can you tell me what wards are on this cell?" Boy asked balancing on the balls of his feet excitedly.

"I would need my wand," Bill said slowly. Boy snorted.

"No you don't. I'll be back soon!" he said jumping up and slapping the plaque onto the bars of the cell.

Bill heard the boy run up to the next cell and started to think about his cell. He already knew the wards on it, and the weaknesses, and the strengths of it. He knew every knook and cranny of it.

And he knew he wasn't getting out of it.

He continued to watch the boy in fasination as he went round all the cells asking prisoners for their name and occupation. It was strange. This Boy, who was he? Why was he here?

Bill was almost scared to think on the question.

True to his word Boy came back.

"Well?"

"Three wards. One for keeping me in, one for keeping other people out, and another for my status."

The boy seemed to positively glow. Then frowned.

"I don't know if you right or not," he said stumped.

"Why don't you ask someone? Like your father?" he asked lightly. Boy smiled.

"Of course. Dad will know."

"Who is your dad?" Bill asked again.

"The Dark Lord. He one of my daddies."

"One of your daddies?" Bill asked faintly.

"Yup. I have my mummy and my daddy and my new daddy."

Bill frowned, sorting through the logic. A stepfather was it? Okay then.

"What age are you?"

"Sixteen."

The answer threw Bill completely. The boy was completely serious and unphased. Maybe he meant six?

"Why are you here? Why are you not with mummy?"

"Mummy's dead," the boy said quietly.

"That's very sad. Is... New daddy taking good care of you?"

Boy was suddenly exstatic and nodded his head profusely.

"He's the bestest. I've got to go! Byebye Bill Weasley!" he said running off.

Bill found himself waving back.

Bill wasn't sure how much time had passed when he last saw Boy. A week maybe? More? But next time he came, Boy was prepared.

"You're Bill Weasley?" he asked cradling a board in his hand. Bill nodded his head from his sitting position on the floor. He was right up next to the bars - something the prisoners were discouraged from doing, but Bill got a clear view to the door and he wanted to see how the door wards worked.

"Ron Weasley's big brother?"

Bill's head snapped up to look at Boy. He had asked it innocently enough, but how did he know that? Did they have Ron? Merlin, please no.

"Harry said that Ron is really good at chess - but I didn't know how to play chess so I figured you might be able to teach -"

"Wait a minute. Harry? Harry who? Potter?" Boy nodded his head slowly. "He's here? A prisoner? You talk to him?" Boy nodded again.

"But you can't tell father, he'll get angry," Boy whispered sitting crossed legged up against the bars. "Can we play? Can you show me how to play?" he asked lifting up a chess board.

Bill was at a loss of what to say. This child had no name, an evil father, and he wanted to learn chess from a prisoner. The kid just wanted to play...

"Of course," he replied getting closer to the bars. "Of course I'll teach you."

And so every day Boy would come up and play chess with Bill. Bill would never admit it, but he was growing attached to the kid. He was so sweet - innocent - something rare in his surroundings.

"This is no fun!" Boy declared suddenly standing up.

"What do you mean? You were doing good there!"

"I mean these bars..." he said frowning. He put his finger to his lip in thought then suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Ssssesssssasss..."

Bill was horrified at the parseltongue coming from Boy's mouth. Suddenly he was sitting up against the wall with one of his upper arms shackled to the wall and the chess board appeared beside him on a bucket - so it was raised off the ground. He looked back up to Boy in time to see him step through the bars as if they didn't exist at all and sit down across the chess board from Bill. He gave a big smile.

"Much better," he said happily making his move. "Your go."

So it came to be that Boy would simply appear in Bill's cell for their daily chess games, and they became fast friends.

**

"Voldemort?"

Boy always referred to him as Voldemort now. He thought it sounded grown up.

"Yes, Boy?"

"Can I have a birthday?"

Voldemort was slightly stunned. He kept forgetting how childlike the child was. Stupid really.

"Of course. When do you want it?"

The boy frowned. "That's not how it goes. The mummy usually picks the Birthday. Since I don't have a mummy, it's going to have to be you."

Voldemort nearly burst out laughing at that. He was so silly like this.

"I suppose they do. How about October? The tenth?"

Boy beamed and bounced in his chair. "Thank you!"

Voldemort caught himself chuckling and abruptly stopped trying to disguise it as a cough. Then there was silence for a few moments. A few precious moments.

"Voldemort?"

"Yes Boy?" he asked, already dreading the answer.

"Can I get a broom for my birthday?"

**

Boy skipped down the hallways happy in the knowledge that he may get a broom when his birthday came around.

"You!"

Boy spun as he saw an angry man point his wand towards him.

"This will serve you right! Crucio!"

Harry dived down and kicked the legs out from under the man, caught the flying wand and pointed it down towards the man. The stared up in shock.

"But, but, but - you were a child!"

Harry suddenly froze as he suddenly realised he was back to his teen aged self.

Voldemort suddenly careered round the corner. Harry saw the shock register for a moment, but he didn't let it phase him.

"MacNailson. What a shame," he waved his wand and the man disappeared.

Voldemort slowly approached Harry and gently took the wand from Harry's hand.

"What do you remember?"

Harry looked up at Voldemort, getting over his shock, and the hatred Voldemort remembered glinting in Harry's eyes returned.

"Everything. Clear as crystal. I still hate you."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly. Something was off about that statement, something not quite right.

"I'm sure you do. How did you change?"

"I dunno. It was just so quick, I had to protect myself and I was there. When I heard 'crucio' I knew I had to move. So I did. The Death Eater might be able to tell you more."

"It didn't hurt?"

"No," said Harry absentmindedly picking at his clothes. "Why do these still fit?"

"I charmed them. In case this happened."

"Oh," he responded. "Thank, I guess."

Voldemort frowned again. Harry would have never thanked him before. Could it be that being Boy has affected him?

"I'm really tired. I wanna go to bed," Harry said rubbing his eyes. He was acting like a child now. Then suddenly before Voldemort's very eyes he changed. Bones popped and shrunk and fingers shortened. He became Boy again.

Boy yawned.

"The mean man won't come back will he?" he asked lifting his arms up.

"Of course not," Voldemort said automatically picking him up.

"Good," he said sleepily. "I'm glad elder was there. He protected me."

"About elder -"

Voldemort was cut off by the gentle sounds of Boy sleeping. He supposed it could wait till later.

Ha! (Another) funny story. As I was writing this chapter, my wireless keyboard ran out of battery. I thought okay replace batteries. Nope. The slap wouldn't come off. So I thought okay, wait till my lovely strong daddy comes and make him do it. Nope. Oh we replaced the batteries alright. No avail. We reset it, restarted it... Nope. So we bought a new keyboard the next morning. Then my mother hogged it all day. So three days later, we have the story. And you people say I don't love you.

What fun! Lookie, it's Bill!! And Harry's back. Joy joy.

Some responces:

Tenma: Ho! How'd you get such good insight :P Look at the chapter names... They'll be subtle hints on what's to come...

Prongster: Sorry! This story will get very confusing and sometimes it looks like I contradict myself but I'll try not to. In my head it all makes sense. Boy knows he used to be older, but he plays a game with other people that Harry's a different person. I'll try and make it easier to understand as I go along so bare with me. (Or bear, rawr!)

Love to all my reviewers. Want a little message? Write something I can respond to. Here's a question for you: How'd you like Voldie in my chappie? Is he too cuddly? Or is he eil and cunning and knows being nice to Boy will affect Harry? And he changed back to Boyness? Whaz up with that?

Tata!

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