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: Did everything make sense?

Chapter Six

"Harry!" Harry looked up from his book as Hermione's screech echoed through the corridors of the train. He barely had time to brace himself as she rushed into the compartment he had temporarily chosen and slammed into him. "We were so worried about you!"

"Yeah mate," Ron jogged up behind them as Hermione pulled away. The redhead was slightly out of breath. "When Dumbledore said you went missing we panicked." Harry smiled and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"Well, nothing was wrong. I was just reunited with someone I thought I had lost." Hermione and Ron cocked their heads curiously. "Come on, I'll explain everything once we get settled in a compartment more towards the back."

"Sure." They managed to drag their trunks down the half empty corridors to a compartment close to the back of the train. Harry waved his hand and the door locked and a bubble encompassed the small room, preventing any noise from escaping but allowing noise in so they could hear when someone was coming towards them.

"You can do wandless magic?" Hermione asked, eyes wide in shock.

"It's a talent I got from my dad." Harry grinned, causing the two to frown.

"But James couldn't do wandless magic! At least not that I read about." Harry got himself comfy in the plush chair he transfigured from a piece of lint as Hermione and Ron also sat.

"He couldn't. And I can because James isn't my father." Harry replied calmly. Ignoring his best friends shocked faces, he continued. "My mother was in love with a man Dumbledore hated. He forced Lily to live with James under a liquid, legal version of the imperious. It caused her thoughts to reverse so that if she felt love for one person, it would turn into hate once the potion was administered. Dumbledore placed charms on her and me, and my father accidentally killed mum without knowing it on a Halloween night.."

"NO!" Ron exclaimed. "VOLDEMORT?" Harry nodded, dampening the urge to cover his ears. "No way! He isn't capable of having feelings! And for someone to love that bastard…?"

"He wasn't always evil! And you're right; Voldemort isn't capable of anything remotely like love. But Tom Riddle is."

"Now you're just plain confusing Harry." Harry snorted.

"Think about it. Tom, an abused boy with no friends, finds love with a girl who gets 'stolen' from him. He gets mad and after awhile he becomes depressed and develops a split personality disorder that allows him to hide his feelings of loss behind a stronger feeling. Now naturally Voldemort is the stronger of the two personalities, being the one fuelled by rage and hatred, and became even stronger when he used my blood in the potion to restore his body. But what no one knew, until it was too late that is, is that in order to control the strengthening Tom Riddle side Voldemort needed to take the potion every two years."

"So you're saying that Riddle was able to take control because the potion wore off and left Voldemort weak." Hermione concluded in a shocked voice. "Thus giving Tom a chance to find help...Oh Harry! This is all too much."

"I know. I was doubtful when I found out, but he's proven his love to me many times. He's even reformed the Deatheaters! And he's turning himself in to the Ministry."

"No way!" Ron gaped. "Won't they send him to Azkaban?"

"Not with skilled mediwizards on his side. We've also developed a potion that will 'kill' his evil side, providing Tom can stay in control long enough to take it." The three sat in silence for a while before Hermione spoke up.

"Does this mean that you are under a glamour charm?"

"No. I am a metamorphamagus, and I can change between this form and my other with ease." Hermione smiled.

"Can we see?" Ron, who had been silent, but for a few short exclamations and short questions, up until that point nodded eagerly. Harry shrugged and morphed back into his true form. "Oh wow!"

"Is this your true form?" Ron asked. Harry nodded. "Is your name still Harry?"

"Nope, it's Ryuichi. Ryu for short." Ron blinked. "It means dragon in Japanese."

"Did Volde-Tom pick it?" Hermione asked.

"Yep. I guess he's always had a taste for foreign stuff." The train began to move, starling the three teens.

"What's going to happen now?" Ron asked.

"The raids will stop, and we'll be teaming up with muggle police and aurors to hunt down criminals. We'll be working from inside to change things, thought they wont be as drastic at first. Hopefully we can get Fudge out of office."

"That would be nice. Are you going to go as yourself or as Harry?"

"I'm going as Harry for now. Dad is turning himself in tomorrow morning, and he will be claiming me as his after he is taken in. I'll revert to my true form once all is out."

"I never would have guessed..." Ron muttered.

"We're still friends...right?" Harry asked hopefully once reverting to his second form.

"Of course Harry!" Hermione said, embracing her friend. It took Ron longer to answer, but in the end he nodded.

"Thanks."

TBC

ATTENTION READERS!

Everything in this story concerning the whole Multiple Personality Disorder is either made up by me or something I'd just heard around school. I didn't do any lengthy research because I didn't plan on making this a big shot novel length story. I might someday but I'm not really planning on it.

If anyone would LIKE to make this a big novel length story then just send me an email with your ideas and I'll probably agree. Just be prepared to give me your pen name, the name of the story, and a brief summary. You will also have to make sure you note in the beginning of the story you post, that you got your idea from me.

And before I let you all go read other stories, I just want to let you know that I will be starting college in August. I probably will not be able to write a lot depending on my classes and workload, but I'll try to be consistent.