Hello readers. :) I'm going to go ahead and give you all a summary of what this is going to be about. Hopefully someone will like it. :)

Summary: Harry Potter has been through Hell and back. Everyone around him is dead and he doesn't know what to do. Dumbledore had left him with an encrypted message and sent him on his way, but everyone knows that Hermione was the one who was good with riddles. A now 16 year old, soon to be 17, Harry embarks on an adventure to his one and only adversary and equal; Voldemort. Will Harry be able to kill Voldemort when he forges a relationship with his younger self unknowingly? Or will he find another way to set the future right?

Warnings: (This has been updated on August 8 2014 mmk. I decided I needed to put more up.) This will NOT be a dark!harry story. Thought it was gonna be, but it isn't. However, there is angst on Harry's part and panic attacks/reliving awful memories. Those could be considered dark, (but I have a high tolerance for fucked up shit) but to me nothing in here is that bad. Later on there WILL be smexy times happening. And, just so you know, this will be slash. As in boy on boy. If that's not your thing then skip this. Completely. Seriously, go away now. :D Anyways, there will also be oblivious!harry, because I think he's adorable that way :D and an obsessive, but eventually lovesick Tom. Ya, I have away the pairing. If you hadn't figured it out by the summary you seriously need some help. I wasn't that subtle. This will also be a slow romance, but really only on Harry's part. Tom sees Harry and becomes obsessed, and later once he gets to know him, he will fall in love. But Harry is oh-so innocent when it comes to the "naughty" side of life so he won't even think twice about being f*cked into the sheets by his best bud Tom. Btw, I have a thing with swearing so if that grinds your gears tough luck. If any hot and heavy scenes do pop up I will put a warning at the beginning so no need to fear my genophobes, you're fine. I think that's about it though...hopefully I covered it all. OH! There is also a lot of fluff in this story, as in feel-good shit. There will also be sad times and this story is far from being a comedy with everyone being super happy and whatnot, but its not all just angst angst ANGST. So there. Please enjoy this story and even if this doesn't seem like something you'd be in to, give it a shot. When I first started reading I didn't even like slash, or any kind of pairing, (I was never a homophobe pinkie swear) and look where I am now. :)

Disclaimer: I don't even know why we have to put this up. No, I don't own Harry Potter. And I never will. I'm not going to repeat this in any other chapter okay.

Few Heads-ups- The Vanishing Cabinet was opened at the BEGINNING of sixth year. This is only because I want Harry and Tom to be the same age, that's all. Tom will be a few months older, but they'll be in the same grade. Also, (think I put this in the first summary idk) Harry never knew about the diary or how Voldemort was actually Tom Riddle. When I imagine this time travel stuff, I always think its unrealistic that Harry would forgive Tom for what he will do. Bull-crap that he hasn't done it yet. He has the potential. I would blame him. Don't worry, he'll find out eventually, but only after they become friends. Also, the date is June 3rd at present time. That's my birthday :D

Btw, my other stories will be updated on eventually. I only have three days left of school and even though I'm volunteering this summer I have a LOT of free time. Hopefully I can finish up or at least update all my stories in the next 3 months. I haven't abandoned any of them so yeah. :) Also, I got inspiration for this while listening to "Once Upon a Dream" from the new Maleficent movie. That song is so creepy and great. I recommend it to anyone who likes creepy stuff, but not loud. :D Anyways, hope you enjoy the Prologue. This story isn't going to be very long by the way. Its more focused on feel-ly shit so the chapters will be longer than my normal ones, but there won't be a lot. Less than 20 probably. Anyways, enjoy. :)

Prologue

"Man makes plans . . . and God laughs."
―Michael Chabon

It had been so long. So long since he had a nice warm bed to sleep in, a hot meal to be eaten where afterwards you were actually full. Times where he had sat in a classroom listening to teachers drag on and on about what he thought to be unimportant. So long since he had...he had spoken to his friends and actually laughed. Just little things that so many had taken for granted before the war had actually started. It had been so long since Harry had actually been happy, and he would do anything, anything, to change it. And change it he would.

AloneAloneAlone. That's all Harry had been since Draco let Him into Hogwarts.

He had seen so many things. Things that were too foul to even be uttered by a mere mortal's lips. It had been a little over a year since Hogwarts had fallen, and shortly after, the Ministry. When the Vanishing Cabinet had been opened by Malfoy, Death Eaters hadn't been the only ones to enter.

First, His wardmaster, Dolohov, had entered. He had taken down the wards against apparation and specifically Him. That's when it all went to Hell. When it got so bad that the Devil himself turned his head.

Students were just killed at first. Just a simple Avada Kedavra or even a hard throw to one of the cold, stone walls. Then they began to get creative.

Students were slowly skinned and picked apart until their minds retreated deep into themselves to escape the pain. Either that or they would beg for death. Beg for the sweet release that His sadistic servants would never be generous enough to give. Eventually, they to, escaped into themselves and they would be blown to bits shortly afterward.

One boy, a second-year, was forced to undergo a long, spiked, piece of wire traveling throughout his veins. He was literally ripped apart from the inside.

"That's the great thing about magic though." Bellatrix would whisper to herself like as if she were both the student and schoolteacher, "Just a small healing charm and the spell Vigiliae and they'll stay awake and alive until you're done with them."

Over and over students were tortured. One girl even had her scalp ripped off with the help of her long, golden curls.

They cackled at her screams.

One of the worst fates was when they forced you to kill others. You would torture and kill your own brothers, sisters, and friends until you were just as gone as those you wrenched piercing screams out of.

The battle only lasted for 2 weeks, but it was a time no one could ever forget. In the end, only Harry survived.

He didn't know how it happened. Everyone had tried to protect him.

First Lupin and Tonks had fallen. Then the teachers (excluding Mcgonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore). After that the Weasley's were killed brutally by Bellatrix herself.

Harry had to watch while a hole was cut at the back of Ron's neck and his spine was ripped out. Then gasoline was poured inside the hole and he was set on fire from within. Harry would never forget the sight of Ron's sanity and hope leaving his light blue eyes.

After they were all killed Hermione was taken by one of the male Death Eaters. She had sacrificed herself for him. He never saw what they did to her, but he heard the sound of a falling clothing and screams so he could guess.

He had tried so hard. He had killed Death Eater after Death Eater, but it wasn't enough. Eventually they all fell. Even Dumbledore himself. Harry had escaped shortly after his death by portkey. With Dumbledore's dying breath he had sent the portkey at Harry and whispered,

"Go to where it all began and you can change it all my boy. Just follow your heart and it will all be right again." And he had fallen by an Avada Kedavra sent by His hand.

It had been a little under a year since then, but Harry hadn't forgotten. Harry could never forget.

Finally, he had discovered what Dumbledore had meant. It had all began where He had marked Harry. It had all begun on that fateful Halloween night where Harry had been marked as His equal. The day his parent's had died; the first people to ever sacrifice themselves for him.

Godric's Hollow.

Harry himself now stood in front of his would-be home. Where he could have had a normal life. A happy life.

If you looked at Harry now, you wouldn't see the Boy-Who-Lived.

You would see a petite, but extremely bony boy with raven-black hair. The dirt and blood that streaked his face covered the pale skin underneath. Slightly unhinged Avada Kedavra green eyes were bright under the moonlight. Bright with the hope that he could fix all the death and despair that now plagued the world. Cuts and bruises littered across previously unmarked skin.

He slowly entered the house he would have grown up in for the first time. He made his way up the blackened stairs, following a strange magic. Over the course of the year he had studied. He had improved to the best of his ability. He had done everything and more so he could survive. Not for himself, but for all of those that had died for him. He would not let their lives be lost in vain. They were too special for that.

Now, he was powerful enough to sense magic. He followed the pull and found what he thought to be a pensieve. However, this one was a golden color; not the pale-ish blue most were.

Inside was a single memory. Harry didn't even think about what he was doing. All he knew was that he needed an escape. He needed to make things right. So he sunk his head into the golden surface and began a journey that would end with revenge, death, forgiveness, desire, and perhaps love if he's lucky enough.

Spells:

Vigiliae- staying awake in Latin