Harry's POV

The creature who ruined his life, killed his parents, was good. Good. GOOD?! Nico was the only thing that kept him from blasting Voldermort into a thousand little pieces and dumping him into Tartarus when we got there. Nico did not stop him from shooting dirty glances at Voldy Moldy(thank my reviewers for the nickname) every minute or so though.

Voldermort didn't seem to mind though. He was engrossed in his conversation with Nico all the way to the entrance of the Underworld. Nico was waving his hands wildly, while Voldy Moldy seemed troubled. Percy was also talking with Annabeth using an Irif message. Or Ires message. Whatever.

Nico came up to Harry.'Look, Harry, Tom has been telling me about you and-'

He was cut short by Harry.'So now he's Tom, right? First name terms already? You must be really close to that scum.'

'Harry-'

'I KNOW, HE HAS TURNED! BUT HE MURDERED INNOCENT PEOPLE, HE ACTUALLY ENJOYED KILLING AND YOU ARE TRUSTING HIM! HE MURDERED MY MOM, DAD AND A CHANCE TO HAVE A PROPER FAMILY! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK WITH HIM!? HE COULD BE A SPY FROM GAIA!'

'Harry, you don't know-'

'YEAH, I DON'T KNOW! NO ONE BOTHERED TO TELL ME ANYTHING!' Tears were beginning to well in Harry's eyes. Just the thought of Voldermort being given more than he deserved made him upset.

Muggles were starting to stare. One muttered,'The kid has gone insane. Poor thing. His family's death must have hit him hard.'

Nico said,'Harry, calm down. I was going to tell you. And for your information, no matter what your family did, you can never give them up.' (I just had to use Hermes's words for this, since it sounded really suitable in here)

Harry choked.'Family? But he isn't your uncle on your mother's side, is he?'

Nico's expression turned dark.'No. Mother did not have any siblings. That I remember.' The second sentence was said so quietly that Harry barely heard it.'He's my brother.'

Harry couldn't wrap his mind around that. Having someone who is fifty years older than you as a brother was quite ridiculous. Voldy Moldy was old enough to be Nico's grandfather. Having a godly family really is complicated.

Harry still had tons of questions, but he dropped it. For now. Instead, he turned to the original topic, the one that had made him mad.

"What were you going to say before I went mad?'

'As I was saying, Tom has been telling me about you and it appears that he knows quite a lot. For one, your Patronaus(did I spell it wrong?) takes the form of a stag. But the main point is, you have to teach everyone how to do it. There are Dementors in the place we are going and we don't have that much chocalate. We have a time limit of two days to learn it. Deadlines are so helpful.'

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Percy had finished his conversation with Annabeth. Apparently, it was about trying to find a way to get past the monsters in Tartarus. But even Annabeth was stumped. In the end, it was Voldermort who offered the idea of Patronauses. Since some of the monsters are afraid of light and happiness, it would be really useful.

So now they were practicing on a clearing. Thalia had manipulated the Mist so the Muggles won't notice anything. Percy and Riddle were the first to get the hang of it after an hour followed by Hermione. Thalia managed to produce silvery mist and finally mastered it after half a day. Nico was having real trouble with it. He couldn't even produce mist after a day.

A silvery skeleton owl flew over Harry's head again for the tenth time that hour. Unable to resist any longer, he yelled,'Stop it, Tom!'

Riddle blinked. He exchanged a glance with Nico. Then a silvery skeleton hellhound burst out from Nico's wand.

Riddle was still stunned. Nico grinned devilishly,'On first name terms, aren't you?'

Harry cursed inwardly. He tried not to be too friendly to Riddle, since he fel that it will be disrespectful towards mom and dad. After all, what kind of son made friends with his parents' murderer?

As though as he knew what Harry was thinking, he said,'Your parents won't object once they know the whole story.'

He found himself asking,'How do you know?'

'I am the Ghost King, dummy. I will let you have a little chat for... 'He checked his watch. 'Thirty minutes. Then I will have to stop so Tom can do the charm.'

He was going to see his parents...

'What do we have to do?' I asked.

He could tell them that he loved them...

'We dig a hole and get some food.'

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Ten of his precious thirty minutes had gone. Nico and Harry were covered in sweat but the hole still wasn't deep enough. In the end, Nico threw down his shovel in pure frustration.

'The earth is harder than rock! Even my skeletons can't make a scratch!' He threw up his hands.

They got Riddle to do a gauging charm, but it only deepened a few centimeters. Hermione's charm made only a few scratches. Percy tried to deepen the hole by using a lot of water pressure, but it had no effect at all. Thalia used lightning, which only made the hole a little deeper. Gaia must be messing with them.

All the while, Nico was getting paler. The charm was wearing off.

When twenty minutes had passed and the hole still looked like a shallow ditch, they had to give up. Riddle redid the charm on Nico and tested everyone on their Patronauses. He bossed everyone around, double checking and triple checking everything. He wrapped Nico in blankets despite Nico's protests, stopped Percy from playing with his Patronaus dolphin and walked over to Harry.

'Sorry about Lily and James. Sorry. We will need to work together and I hope that you can trust me.'

Harry wanted to say that sorry won't cut it, but looking at his face, he saw shame and remorse. Somehow, he could tell that it was genuine. But he wished that he had a way of confirming it.

Then he was swept away in a torrent of memories that aren't mine.

A little boy was sitting on a simple white bed with his eyes wide as a woman talked to him.'Tom, your mother was dead the moment you were born. She died after naming you. Tom for your father, Marvalo for your grandfather. I know, it's a really weird name. But I still don't see why you insisted on me telling you the story. Knowing them isn't going to make them come for you.'

The colors swirled as in a Pensieve, and Harry found himself in another scene.

The name Marvolo was on a very long list of names in a book. Riddle had fallen asleep in bed reading it. The page had been folded up to mark it. The boy was muttering in his sleep, so softly that Harry had to bend over to hear him.

'Mum was a witch... But why didn't she do magic to save herself? She must have not wanted me...'

As Harry watched on, a tear spilled out and glistened under the moonlight.

The images swirled again.

Riddle walked up to the mansion, with a cold smile on his face. He came to murder the father that never cared about him.

Twirling his wand calmly, Riddle strolled casually into the dining room.

The older two Riddles backed away immediately, but Tom Riddle senior just looked calmly into Riddle junior's eyes.

'You came here to kill me,'he announced.'But you will not get your wish. I am Hades, Lord of the Dead, and you will not kill me. I am just possessing this poor mortal.'

Amazed, Riddle stared up into his father's face. Then he killed his sort-of grandparents with two slashes of his wand.

Hades looked at him, snapped his fingers making a dead body of Tom Riddle senior appear on the floor, and said,'Do not disappoint me.'

When he left the house, Harry could somehow read his mind.

A god... Dad was a god... Maybe I should do something bigger to get his attention.

Then the scene changed.

Riddle was kneeling before an enraged Hades. Hades was saying,'Tom, you know that I have no feelings for you. Your mother charmed me into having you. Go, and do not appear before me again! You are absolutely useless! Killing people and causing trouble for me! If it wasn't for the Ancient Laws, I would have killed you on the spot. You are just like my other stupid son...'

Riddle hurried out of the palace, devastated by his father's attitude but cheerful to know that he had a sibling.

The colors blended together and started to form a new scene.

A cavern came within sight. Riddle was testing out one of his spells. Just as he finished it, the earth shook so badly that if Riddle hadn't charmed himself to fly up in time, he would have been knocked to the ground.

A face formed in the ground, beautiful and elegant but proud.

What do you want? You have awakened me from my slumber, unleashed me upon the world. Tell me, what do you request?

Riddle was too shocked to move. Then he said quietly,'A family.'

Harry was plunged back into reality. Riddle was stuttering,'Occlumency...'

Harry looked into Riddle's eyes. And he knew that Riddle could be trusted.

'I forgive you.'