The trio ran through the barrier and were welcomed to the other side by the loud shrill whistle of the Hogwart's Express.

"Come on Gin." Ron pulled her towards him as he and Harry stepped into a cabin.

"Harry!" They all turned around. Hermione was standing near the cushioned seats, a number of books in her hands and Crookshanks meowing obnoxiously in her arms.

She set him down on the spare table and ran towards them. Her books fell as she entwined Harry in a chest-crushing hug. Harry blushed furiously and hugged her back, aware of the fact that his shoulders now towered over her own. He had indeed grown a few inches over the summer.

At least that's pleasant news. He thought jadedly.

Hermione then pulled Harry back at an arms length and bit down on her lip, looking like she may break into tears.

"I was so worried. Dumbledore said it was best not to owl you…I didn't even know if you were alright…"

"I'm alright 'Mione. The Weasely's took me in for the past few weeks." Harry shot a glance at Ron who was trying desperately to busy himself with Ginny who suffered with him rebraiding her hair, as a substitute for looking at Hermione.

"Ron." Hermione grabbed his hand and Harry practically felt Ron's blush, as it was a deeper red than his Gryffindor tie.

"Ron!" Ginny squealed, trying to wrench his unknowing grip from her tresses. He let go with a surprise.

"Oh. Sorry Gin." He mumbled apologetically. She kicked his shins and walked over to the window, rubbing her head.

Harry was just about to say something witty about Ron's shifty glances when the vice-like pain hit him again.

He cried out and collapsed to the floor. Harry didn't hear the voices calling out his name he heard but a voice like no other.

I was told I'd find you here. Harry jerked and opened his eyes wide. His scar was inflamed but he could not feel the ache, the ominous landscape before him troubled his senses.

Voldemort.

Harry blinked. No. It wasn't Voldemort…It couldn't be. This man ahead of him was laughing and running through an open field. Where am I? Harry asked himself. He turned round completely. He was in a small room. It reminded Harry of his old space under the stairs. Harry stared hard. A familiar pile of old recipe books, seemingly being used as a pillow, the weave of spiders above him and a mill dewy blanket…

Wait a minute it was his room under the stairs! Harry walked over to the dim walls and felt the planks beneath his hands, the wood glowed a brilliant orange before Harry pulled back, shocked and dumbfounded.

"Wh…What is this place?" He asked a loud.

Have a seat.

Harry looked around for the carrier of the voice.

Please, a seat if you will Potter.

The voice insisted. Harry's eyes grew larger as a chair seemingly emerged from the air in front of the movie screen.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, his voice quavering the slightest but sounding hostile nonetheless.

A seat Harry. I want you to see something.

Harry walked precariously towards the high backed chair and took a seat.

Just watch.

Before Harry could protest or inquire further, the single light that had been illuminating the rest of the cupboard stairs turned out, leaving the movie screen to glow eerily around Harry.

The man he had seen earlier was now covering his eyes with his hands and seemingly laughing as he had to keep replacing them in his jovialities. Harry soon realized that there was no sound. He narrowed his eyes. No. No. There was sound, but it was just above that of none at all.

Like a whisper on a noisy railway platform, seemingly unheard but to those who desperately try.

The voice murmured.

"…Railway?…Yes I came on a railway…" Harry mumbled still watching the movie play.

The man had removed his hands.

I'm going to get you! He laughed in a forced deep voice. A woman, with scarlet hair, appeared from behind a large Willow and she too giggled uncontrollably. The man caught her in his arms and pulled her in for a kiss. The woman sighed and ran her hands through the man's black hair.

I love you Tom.

There was a sudden flash of red. Blood red. Harry squinted his weary eyes. It was blood.

Please don't hurt her Master. I swear…I swear on my life, she had nothing to do with it!

There was a high cackle that filled Harry's ears. It sounded like Voldemort's laughter, except it wasn't because the Voldemort…Tom…he knew was sobbing on the floor. The screen switched to another perspective of the holding. Chains. Large metal chains were wrapped around the movie woman, her head slunk forward, dead on her shoulders.

Please Master! I'll do anything to save her! Please!

Tom's voice broke into screams. He yelled and tried to break free from his binds, but they only resulted in a throatier laugh from the shadow…

The movie stopped and Harry's eyes adjusted to the dark in a panic.

I show you my past Potter. As we are now one.

Harry stood up in the darkness, knocking over the chair with his sudden movement.

"We are nothing alike Voldemort! You…you…" Harry cursed and cursed, feeling that his throat was going to chafe if he continued any longer.

I think you need to rest dear boy.

Voldemort said, in an unusually deep voice.

You are very confused…You share my binds and I share yours. Can you not feel it?

Harry didn't seem to think so. He hung his head flimsily, his scar beginning to pang him another time.

"Why did you show me this? Why does this matter at all?" Harry muttered into the gloom, his vision was fading.

I never wanted to be this way Harry. Yes, I was never the hero in my life, but I had my pride. I never wanted to be under someone else's control…then I met Rose.

Harry tried to silence the talking, as it was beginning to take over his head, he covered his ears with his fists.

Oh how I loved her. But I had already chosen another path long before, I was distraught. Pushed between two separate ends, which would in turn create two different characters.

"Shut up." Harry whispered.

My dear Rose. She was so kind, so deserving of everything good in the world, and I wanted to give it all to her.

Voldemort's voice wavered inside Harry's mind.

A woman can entice a man to do very mind boggling things Harry. I was ready to forget my past. My heritage, if you will, and settle down with her. Have a happy Muggle family.

Harry closed his eyes.

"Shut up."

But my old Master took her. I didn't have anything else left…I had no choice…

"Shut up!"

Voldemort laughed deeply, somewhat soothingly.

Shush. Shush. My dear, sweet, Rose she was not really gone we she lived in our daughter.

Harry stopped breathing he had heard a whisper.

…

"What?" Harry asked, turning in every direction.

"What did you say? You filthy bastard!" Harry roared, shaking with unruly sobs.

Your mother.

"Harry! Oh my God…" Hermione was cradling Harry's head in her arms.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Ron, whose tear-streaked face was visible even though Harry realized his glasses weren't in place.

"How long was I out?" Harry murmured.

"About five minutes…but Merlin…you were spazing." Ron whispered, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve. There was a sudden sound from the corner of the cart. Ginny was leaning over the windowsill, but had turned her head to shoot a dirty glance onto Harry.

Ron and Hermione looked over to her, and Harry sat up as well propping himself on his elbows.

Ginny snorted again.

"I told you in the car, Harry. Tom wanted to talk to you."

A/N:

!Oh my what a plot *cough…lack there of…cough*. It's one hell of a lame story but give me a break, it's 2:45am…I'll stick to writing smut! ;)

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