A/N: this one goes the same way as Harry going back to save Diary Tom but instead of returning to second year with his own phicical body he sends his mind back two months to when he and Hermione were hunting horcruxes with the locket in hand.


'I'll set this right Tom, you wont have to die.


"you have a beautiful voice Tom."

"Harry!"

"yeah."

"the web, but how?"

"its complicated and the web is gone now. At least for me."

"then we have a chance. Please go to my older self."

"I had already planned on it


"Why are you here?"

"I need to speak with Tom, Voldemort."

"I knew it!"

"what did you know?"

"you smell the same as my master's mate. You call him by that name. you are his mate aren't you?"

"no we aren't… we.. you… you never changed a bit."

"I was right. But you are not in luck this night master has already gone to bed."


"Harry?" he whisperd blerily.

Harry smiled, he recognized him. "yeah that's right. "

"go back to sleep Tom. I'll talk with you in the morning." Harry ran his hand over the soft skin of the dark lord's face and down his neck.


"Potter!" anger and fear coated the dark lord's voice


A/N:sorry that's all i ever did of this train