The Tea Room was a quaint shop in Diagon Alley that had been there longer than Olivander's wand shop. It had tan colored bricks, and a rusty old sign that creaked when the wind blew past it. Nonetheless, it had been there since before anyone could remember, and it had some of the best turkey and ham sandwiches in history. The shop stayed open 24 hours, and had never had so much as a 'Be Back in 15 minutes' or a 'Closed for the Holidays' sign ever on it's doors since it's opening.

Harry Potter walked into the shop at 12:00 in the afternoon as he clutched the letter that was written my Dumbledore in his pocket telling him to meet him in The Tea Room so that they could discuss things, and have spot of tea. There was a cling of the door, and Harry walked in.

He looked to see Lord Voldemort standing in front of him. Harry reached for his wand which was in his pocket, and took it out to point at Voldemort.

"Look, Harry, I don't want to kill you" he said frankly. Harry's mouth opened as he almost dropped his wand in pure shock. Then he remembered it was probably a trap.

"Harry, believe me if I wanted to kill you I would have done it before now, it's just I don't really know exactly how to kill you" said Voldemort as he shrugged his shoulders and sat down. "I have something that I have to tell you it's rather important"

Harry just looked at Voldemort he was not about to obey the person who killed his parents. He was not about to obey the person who made his life terror for a long 15 years. He just rolled his eyes. "You think that I'm about to listen to you"

"Yes, I think you are" he dug inside the pocket of his robes for his wand ready to use the imperious curse when he put his wand back. He wasn't here to force Harry to do anything. "Would you like something to drink?"

Harry once more looked at Voldemort with cold eyes. "No" he said. "Well then suit it yourself." With a wave of his wand Voldemort produced a tea pot in front of him and poured himself some tea. Harry was rooted to the spot he wasn't sure what to do or say. He was positively frightened there his biggest enemy was trying to be nice.

Voldemort thought a while he breathed as if preparing himself "I don't know how to tell you this Harry. But, I have to tell you there is no more beating around the bush. I had a good reason to kill your mother and father but, I shouldn't have done it"

Harry's mouth was now wide open completely dumbstruck "Do I look like a bloody prat to you?" Harry said slowly. Trying to get this to process through his head. It was like it was a really bizarre dream that he was having. For the twentieth time in his life he thought that he should have taken Occulmency.

"You see, it was 16 years ago when you're mother came to this very shop to talk to me" Harry looked at Voldemort still dumbstruck with his mouth open all the way prepared to hex Voldemort until he could hex no longer.