Author's Notes: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

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Beliefs

After class, Voldemort knocked on the door of Professor Quirrell's office. "Come in," said slender professor. "Please, sit down." His hair was now dark and his cheeks had more colour, but the man moved like the person he had possessed last year. He only needed to look in the man's eyes to know if he was truly Quirrell.

Voldemort sat on one of the chairs in the office.

"What brings you here?" Quirrell seemed nervous by his presence.

Voldemort did not need to cast a spell to know that Quirrell was shaking. "I'm not being challenged in class. What does leprechauns and pixies have to do with Dark Arts?" Voldemort asked, trying to sound non-chalant.

"They are magical creatures known for mischief," said Quirrell. "Wee folk, while they are not dark creatures, do not behave in a way that serves our best interest. They use glamour and illusion to trick us. Potter, there's more to Dark Arts than battling You-Know-Who." Quirrell had hesitated on what to call Voldemort. He was thinking about calling him the Dark Lord or Lord Voldemort, but decided not to.

Voldemort, a Legilimens, decided to call him by name to see his reaction. "Professor Quirrell, I want to learn about real Dark Arts."

"Potter, you're only twelve." Quirrell had said "Potter" like it was a curse and didn't look up from his papers. That wasn't how someone said his own name. He obviously disliked, no hated Potter.

"I'll go," said Voldemort. "I'm sorry about the amnesia."

"I'm sorry, too." Quirrell was thinking that he was lucky his younger self left good notes.

Voldemort could spot a lie without using a wand, and this awkward nervous man believed he was Quirrell with amnesia. Voldemort got up from his seat.

"I'll see you in class," said Quirrell.

Voldemort walked out. He didn't wave good-bye because Quirrell wouldn't have seen him wave. Dumbledore must have wanted to believe Quirrell was the true Harry Potter because he didn't want to believe that his saviour was dead. Dumbledore and his half-giant cohort still knew too much and were a threat.

He would have them killed during winter holiday. He would like to have the mudblood Granger framed for their deaths, but there wasn't time. Granger, he would have to deal with separately.

xxxx

Harry sighed after Potter was gone for more than a minute. He hoped everything Remus taught him about Occlumency paid off. In class, there were too many students around for Potter to read Harry well. However, from day one, Harry told himself to think of himself as Quirrell. He needed to believe he was Quirrell because Legilimens could read lies.

He knew he was anxious around Voldemort then the previous Quirrell was afraid of everything, including his students. Voldemort would know that. He went over to see Remus.

Remus was in a nightshirt and Sirius was on his bed, their bed. "You look more anxious than usual," said Remus. "What happened?"

"Potter tried to read me," said Harry. "I wouldn't let him look in my eyes. He left looking frustrated."

"That's a good thing," said Remus.

Sirius was under the blankets. "If I had that map, I would track him down and kill him."

Remus climbed onto the bed and put an arm on Sirius's naked back. "That's why you aren't getting the map. Inus can't return to his body if it's dead."

"You-Know-Who isn't going to leave Harry's body while it is alive," said Sirius. "He wants to rule the wizard world. Harry Potter's body is the perfect vehicle to do that. Remmie, don't give Inus false hope."

"Sirius is naked," said Harry.

"This castle is chilly," said Sirius. "I'm going to get furry or put on a dressing gown."

"I didn't like being in the room with him," said Harry. "I wonder if he noticed I hesitated on saying You-Know-Who. I thought about what you said about not calling him the Dark Lord, but Severus called him that and it feels right. I can't explain it."

"You have Quirrell's pathways in your head. It's only natural you would feel that way," said Remus.

"I don't want to serve him," said Harry. "I hate him for killing my father and mother."

"Do you think he saw your hate?" asked Remus.

"No, I only think he saw my fear. I tried to kill Harry twice. It's okay for me to hate him. Amnesia means I can feel things and not know why."

Sirius wrapped himself in the blanket.

Remus put an arm around Sirius. "Inus, tomorrow is the full moon. Siri and I need some time alone."

"He said he was sorry about my amnesia. He wanted to catch me in a lie, but me having amnesia isn't a lie. Flitwick says I don't respond to his tutoring like a second year. Quirrell's knowledge and memories are here." Harry pointed to his head. "I just can't reach them. Sibyll wants me to lie and say I'm Harry. I'm not Harry. I can't be Harry when Voldemort is Harry."

Remus, still in only in a nightshirt, was cuddling naked Sirius. Harry felt like a child interrupting his parents in bed.

"Inus, Dumbledore says Riddle was a perfect student. Unless we bring in aurors to arrest him, Riddle won't step out of line," said Remus.

"He killed an elf," said Sirius.

"An elf that was breaking and entering," said Remus. "I'm sure Riddle is planning to destroy Dumbledore and the rest of the Order, but he isn't going to do it in a public way."

Sirius moved closer to Remus. "James says I was a better dog than person. He said that people talk around dogs; they even have sex around dogs. As a dog, I could get more secrets than a man in a cloak."

Harry recalled James had a cloak of invisibility - a cloak that was now in Voldemort's possession. Harry walked toward the door. "I'll go." He waved good-bye before going to see Sibyll for his evening lesson. Sirius couldn't have known he had betrayed everyone by sharing his secrets with Peter.

Harry told Sibyll about Potter seeing him. They did mostly relaxation exercises since Harry was in no space to do astral projection. Harry had to go over his lessons for tomorrow's classes alone. Remus wanted to spend the night before his transformation with his lover. Harry walked from Sibyll's tower to his rooms in the dungeon alone.

Talking to Dumbledore would be no help. He knew so little. His lack of knowledge about Sirius and the others being animagi meant, even his own people had been doing things behind his back. Besides a sweet and a pat on the back from Dumbledore wouldn't make things better. Harry wanted to curl up in bed and cry.

He thought about going over to see Severus and confronting him about lying about the wand. Severus must have read Harry's mind. How much could a Legilimens read from someone's mind without looking into his eyes or doing an incantation? Harry didn't want to ask Severus. The man may have not hated him, but he certainly disliked him.

Harry knocked on Severus's door. He would probably yell "Go away!", but it was worth a try. At least, with Severus, Harry wasn't likely to be interrupting sex. Wearing a silver and green dressing gown, Severus came to the door. "What do you want?" Severus snarled.

"Potter came to my office," said Harry.

"Come in," said Severus. "We wouldn't want any Slytherins overhearing."

Harry entered the man's rooms and sat on his sofa.

Severus locked the door. "Talk."

"Did you know I was Harry because of my wand or something else?" asked Harry.

"Your mind was screaming you were Harry." Severus continued to stand.

"And now?" Harry had to ask.

"You accept that you're Quirrell. You teach with Quirrell's knowledge and experience. Even you can't deny the truth."

"Would he know that I see Voldemort when I look at him or did he just sense my fear?" Harry shivered. In some ways, Severus was scarier than Voldemort.

"Just sense your fear." Severus walked over to him and stared down at him. "Unless your mind was screaming Voldemort. A mind isn't a book that can be read. Legilimency is an art, not an exact science. I wish you wouldn't call him by name."

"It unnerves Remus when I call him the Dark Lord and I can't call him You-Know-Who around you. Calling him Master feels better, but that would upset Remus more." Harry knew he was hugging himself to keep the shiver under control. He wished his knees would stop shaking.

"Inus, I told Albus I would teach you Potions. Once you are marked by the Dark Lord, you are his forever. Albus doesn't understand this. You and I do."

Harry got up. "Good night."

Severus opened the door for him. "Inus, call anytime."

Harry left and went to his bedroom. Severus seemed to enjoy being creepy. However, Harry did learn a thing or two. He was Voldemort's forever - marked forever.