Title: A Little Bit of Love

Rating: R

Pairing(s): HP/DM, LV/SS

Warning(s): slash, violence, language, angst

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. I own nothing here except for the plot.

Summary: The summer after fifth year finds Harry depressed. His godfather is dead, his relatives are being worse than usual, and the prophecy is weighing heavily on his mind. So when a shocking letter arrives at Privet Drive how does Harry cope?

Note: As you can see, major revision. I deleted the original Prologue and moved chapters up. This mean's I'll probably add a chapter at the end or somewhere in the middle.

Chapter One

"He's coming to My Lord." Harry groggily opened his eyes, only to see a stranger with dark hair and eyes peering down at him. He immediately tried to sit up, breathing heavily in a panic, only to have the man restrain him.

"H-hey!"

"Hush child, Walden won't harm you." Harry paused, giving 'Walden' a chance to push back into a reclining position on what appeared to be a bed, and turned to the new voice once he was settled. A middle aged man with wavy black hair and crimson eyes stared at him with a small, nervous smile that looked out of place on the otherwise harsh face.

"Voldemort?" He asked.

"Tom, Harry. Just Tom." The two stared at each other in silence while Walden closed all of the wounds on Harry's chest and legs with swift waves of his wand. A quick shift proved that the man had already healed the wounds on his back.

"You're really...?" Harry began, referring to the letter and the portkey that brought him here. Tom seemed to know what he was referring to and nodded. "But how?"

"I will explain it all shortly and in better detail than the letter but first let's get you bathed, clothed, and fed." Harry nodded in agreement. After a quick talk with Walden, who told Harry to take it easy lest he re-open the healing wounds, Harry reluctantly allowed Tom to scoop him into his arms and carry him into the bathroom. He sat, rather stiffly, on the toilet while Tom ran the water for the bath.

"Could you maybe...leave while I bathe?" Harry asked as Tom turned to inform him that the bath was ready.

"I'm not leaving you alone in here. You might pass out or something. The wounds are still healing…" Harry cocked his head and the almost unrecognizable man in front of him sighed. "Uhm...new parental instincts. I still haven't gotten used to them." At this, Harry cracked a smile. "I will turn around until you're in though."

"Okay." Harry quickly shed the rags the Dursley's gave him as clothing, and then slid into the warm water with a pleased sigh. "You can turn around now." Tom did so and perched himself on the toilet. "How long have you known about this?"

"Almost a month." Harry frowned at him. "I was doing research. Just making sure it was true and that I could explain it to you without jumbling it all up and sounding like a fool."

"I had wondered why there was no activity from my scar over the past month." Harry mumbled, fingering said scar. "Were you shielding me?"

"Yes." Tom replied. "I was hoping to...I don't know. I didn't want you to hate me." Harry snorted before he could stop himself, making Tom flinch. "But you probably do anyway."

"I won't lie Tom. You've caused me so much pain, and because you killed mum and da-James, I've had to live with the Dursleys. They hate me! They...hurt me." Tom nodded in silent understanding.

"I'm not asking for forgiveness...just…that you maybe give this a chance?" Harry rested his head on the edge of the large bathtub and stared at Tom.

"I can't forgive you for what you've done." He finally said, causing a small sigh from Tom. "But if you change...maybe I can give you another chance." Tom looked up, hope shining in his eyes. It was a very odd sight for Harry, who was used to seeing nothing but hatred and pain the red orbs.

"Change?"

"Stop the useless killings. Work towards changes that are for the better of the world. No more torture, no more hatred." Tom hung his head.

"I can try...but I can't promise my Deatheaters will stop. I can control them to an extent, and if you don't want any more pain to be inflicted upon them they might just leave and choose a new leader."

"I can't help that, and neither can you. But you can change your ways and I can help." Tom smiled at the boy.

"And I would possibly get a son out of this." Harry nodded. "Very well. I'll try my best. But Harry, I can't promise anything either. I've been this way for a long time." Harry nodded. "Now, lets get you out and dressed. Then we'll eat a nice meal before we settle down and I can tell you my story."

TBC