Basically, this would be chapter one. XD Hello! -dances to Swing, Swing- XDD Such a loverly song. Oh, now Happy Endings is on! One- more thing before I go, Two- the one who loves me so, Three- don't make me count to three again! XDDD Sorry. I decided to dubb this fanfiction, A Link to the Past. Yes, I thought it fit well. Even if the Prologue is called that.... XD I think Harry is a tad oOc-ish in this chapter. Review and tell me if you think he is or isn't. .

Thankies to Amour-Lily, Tigris T Draconis, Alanna-of-Olau, Unspoken Prayer, r.3.d.3.m.t.i.0.n, shoret, and jb for reviewing! -huggles all and showers with m00f-ish hats and Evanescence cds- I feel so happy. XD

P.S I guess I could say the swearing might get a tad heavier. He he...

Edit;; Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yeah, I'm pissed. I had to re-upload all the fucking chapters, so here you go. Fuck. And sorry about my cursing.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Only my art I think and my actual stories....

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Chapter One;
Hello

"Fucking piece of paper. Let my read the damn thing.." I hissed angrily at the stubborn diary, which refused to reveal the words my mother wrote once long ago. I groaned loudly, combing hand through my black hair as I pulled my fingers through the tangles. I admit, I was looking worse than ever, my face much paler and my body much thinner. But I felt no different on the inside.

"Dammit." I cursed silently, as I perched precariously on the edge of my four-poster. I heaved out a long sigh and glanced out the stain glass window.

Back at Hogwarts... the one place I used to dream and long for... But not anymore. Hogwarts was just another place, filled with happy and sad memories. Filled with love and hate, with mysteries and.... just memories. I gazed down at the grounds, from the glistening waters of the lake, to the homely little cottage of Hagrid's, then to the howling Forbidden Forest.

I was alone this night; Ron was receiving last-minute homework answers from Hermione. I rolled my emerald optics and then glanced down at the book that lay in my hands. Green clashed with red, and I narrowed my eyes slightly. Oh how my heart yearned to look upon the words inscribed in this diary. Well, at least, I thought it was a diary. I mean, it had the look of a diary. Oh well.

I let out yet another sigh, thoughts brainstorming themselves into my head. I knew the book didn't answer to a blot of ink. That only a black stain upon the yellowing pages. The only sign of use was the date, scrawled in the corner.

June 7, 1987

Yeah...a lot like Voldermort's old diary. A thought jolted me, and my eyes widened at the thought that sent my heart on a rampage of beatings. Maybe my mother's...memory was stored in here. Like Tom Riddle... But wait... that would mean she woud be able to reply to me using the ink on that page.... Hmm....

I opened the book again, staring at the blot of black just sitting there. Damn, couldn't mum have left something- anything- some clue as to how to work that confounded thing? Sadly, no...

I sighed stopped my movement, as I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I quickly leapt from the cotton sheets and stuffed the crimson book into my suitcase, just as the door creaked open.

"What're you doing Harry?" came the jovial voice of Ron. I forced a grin upon my face and turned around from my seat on the carpet. I glanced over my ole' pal, from his bright red curls to his electrical blue eyes. I noted the inches he had added to his height. Whew, I didn't know the boy was that tall! I shook my head once more, wondering just how much I missed during my time of seclusion. I grinned at him, hoping the lie I was living didn't shine in my eyes. Then again, Ron could be pretty thick-headed at times, so it'd be a miracle if he noticed anything.

"Ahh, nothing mate." I said in the same barren tone. Ron smiled sadly, and reaching me in three strides, he crouched in front of me, one rough hand upon my shoulder.

"Harry. If you ever, and I mean ever, need me, just come to me. You can tell me anything, you can trust me. I just want you to know that. That you can trust me. Trust me to be there in your time of need." He watched me searchingly, pointedly, and after no reply from me, left the room as easily as he did enter it.

And I never loved my best friend more than that moment.

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"Ronald! I told you to stop that incessant racket!" snapped an overly-irritated Hermione. Ron and I, are hands snapped behind us in unknownst terror. I don't know, but Hermione, though as small and timid as she was, she had this certain.... looming, imposing temper. Sort of like Mrs. Weasley's.

"Damn, 'Mione, we didn't bloody do anything. Aww, fuck." He added as an undertone to me, his hands pushing the fake wands into my hands behind our backs. I smothered my slight laughter with a hand as Hermione's eyes widened at Ron's comment.

"Ronald Weasley, you curse one more time, I swear I will write to your mother at once!" Ron's brows furrowed in annoyance. 'Oh great,' I thought. 'Another row.'

"Damn it, Hermione, I have the right to swear all I want. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And how come you never blow up at Harry when he curses?" cried out an ill-tempered Ron, gesturing in irritation with his hands. My pale cheeks burned a red as I found myself dragged into the quarrel. I turned my sight to my dirty sneakers, slightly shrouded by my long robes.

I glanced up to see Hermione's cheeks flush. I quickly turned my gaze back to the floor, toeing the long carpet.

"That's because I never hear Harry cursing! I mean, don't you have the decency to tone your language down a tad in my presence?!" she spluttered, her hands waving around dramatically. I narrowed my eyes, turning slightly to have both Ron and Hermione in my view. Why did they have to bicker so much? I sighed exasperatedly as the two barrelled on, insulting each other, resisting the biting urge to yell at the two. Nah, that would be a bad idea... Hermione would not show mercy on me today if I yelled. I fell down into the squishy armchair, seeking warmth from it. Before I knew it, I slipped into unconcious sleep, despite the persistent shrieking and mindless chatter.

A tall lad of about five foot eight ran walked down a dimly lit hall. Emerald eyes grazed around in earnest, with a touch of fright twisted into his eyes. His pale hands grasped a shabby piece of parchment, his gaze flickering down every few seconds. His eyes suddenly widened, as he read the name on the Marauder's Map.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

His breath came out short and ragged, very loud, with a twist of blazing fury blending with his breathing. The Dark Lord was there. But he couldn't be.... he was in hiding... But... The tall boy stopped as the click of high heels echoed relentlessly and the swish of billowing robes swaying around the shrouded intruder.

"Harry..... Harry Potter...." came a taunting, snivelling voice.

Harry jerked around, his wand whipped out. But wait... That wasn't his wand.. That was the red diary....

"I know what you have Harry. Give it to me. Give it to the Dark Lord. Give it to the only one who can relate with your pain...."

Harry couldn't stop the trembling from his body... No.. he wouldn't. He would not give this book to Voldemort...

"I know how to reveal it's secrets Harry. I know how to erode away the pain that has come to rust over your body.... Give me the key to destorying the prophecy.

"I-I will n-not." He answered, his voice shaking terribly. 'Curse this stupid fright,' he thought in red anger.

"Harry.... stop fighting with yourself. Give it to me.... It is the right thing to do.... Join me...

"NO!!"

I woke up, my eyes bloodshot and crazed. My onyx black hair stood on end, messier than ever. I shook my eyes, noticing the unfocused look of everything. My hand instantly reached up to conceal the buzzing scar upon my forehead, but I was stopped by something. Or someone, I should say. I finally realized the strong arms that clutched my forearms in a taut grip. A blurred figure placed placed my glasses upon the bridge of my nose. I blinked my eyes as everything grew focused.

"Harry! What's wrong? What happened!?" cried a worried Hermione over Ron's broad shoulders. I noted the concern in her eyes and twitched my leg, mostly out of habit. I didn't answer her, as I realized my heart was galloping at a worrisome speed. I slowed my breathing and took a deep breath.

"Harry! Tell us what's wrong!" Hermione cried once more, this time a tad impatient. I slowly looked up, my eyes meeting my two friends' one by one.

"I had another dream... Or nightmare I should say." I said quietly, being a bit cautious as to who might be listening. Who knows? There were a couple who hated me, even a few Gryffindors. I would not want to promote my disturbing dreams about.

"Another dream?" Ron's hands relaxed about me a bit. I glanced around, wondering if anyone was watching. Thank goodness; none were watching us that I knew of.

Hermione began to bite her lip in thought; a strange habit of hers. Thought not was strange as my leg twitching. Her golden orbs turned on me as she asked the question I had been dreading.

"What was it about?"

My eyes grew shifty as I gazed around me, not meeting her eyes. Damn it... If I didn't look at her, the lass would know I was lying. I decided to meet her eyes, if only for a second.

"Well.. I was walking down a corridor, and I was holding the Marauder's Map, and then, I heard," I faltered, searching my mind. I didn't want to tell them of the book just yet. "-I heard something like.. a snake slithering down the corridor. She was hissing like mad, and then she came at me. Mind you, the thing was enormous, much like the basilisk, yet not." I was too caught up in the lie to start now. My hands were now waving in indication. "And then she seemed to leap at me, and her protruding fangs came down to sink into me. I cried out,'No!' and then I woke up." I noticed Ron's large hands had left my shoulders.

Hermione's brows were raised in disbelief and slight suspicion. Damn, had I overdone it? She finally nodded her head, putting a hand to her temple.

"Ahh, it's just a normal nightmare." She said, a relieved smile upon her face, gracing her rather doe-like features. I glanced at Ron, who was just staring at me.

"I'm going to bed now. Seeya in the morning." She called as she gathered her books, stalking up the winding stairs to the Girls' Dormitory. I watched as that mangy Crookshanks followed her up before turning to Ron.

He was staring at my goofily. I raised a eyebrow slightly and sat silent for a moment, only to watch as Ron's face grew goofier.

"What?!" I finally snapped, wondering what the hell he was smiling about.

Ron shook his head, raising an orange brow. "Nothing mate. But you dreamt of a snake? What was she doing, snogging you and you said no?" Ron laughed and shook his head. "I'm going up now mate. Seeya later."

Both my eyebrows were raised as I nodded, watching Ron's back retreat upstairs.

Well, I had a little time alone. I put a hand in my pocket, expecting to find the red book there, though I knew it was upstairs in my suitcase. I jumped when I found my hands close around the same velvet material. How the hell..?

I slipped it out, glancing about the slightly empty common room. Ah, why would they be watching me? I took a deep breath and opened the book, still unlocked from the day I found it.

Hmm.... I glanced about once more and stalked over to a table, sighing in victory as I found a stray quill. But no ink, only a measly, empty bottle. I groaned, in defeat this time, and searched around. I didn't noticed the last person depart from the common room; I was busy searching for ink, as I said before. No bottles were nearby, when a thought entered my mind. Hmm... blood could be suited as a perfectly fine ink-substitute. I glanced around slyly, then grabbing the quill, dull as it may be, I tried to pierce the skin upon my pinky.

Wait.... this quill had been dipped in ink. I would not risk poisioning myself just for a bottle of my blood. I narrowed my eyes around and crouched down on all fours, my fingers searching deftly for anything sharp. A pencil? No good. More risk of poisioning. A paper? No way, papercuts killed! Hm.... a needle? Perfect.... but just to be safe, I used my wand to cleanse the sharp needle. Before I knew it, I had pushed the fine point into my the thick muscle at the base of my thumb. I flinched slightly as it penetrated my skin. Ahh, but the feeling of the crimson blood flowing against my skin. So blissful... I shuddered, glad that no one was here to witness this slightly sick scene.

I hovered my thumb over the empty ink bottle, watching as the scarlet droplets gathered inside. I licked my lips in anticipation and watched as the bleeding suddenly ceased. I took up the quill, and dipping it into the bottle, I began to scrawl upon the lemon hued parchment.

Hello, I am Harry Potter.

I stopped writing as a loud gasp formed in my throat. I read the fading words that had been inscribed upon the parchment.

Hello Harry Potter. I am Lily Evans.

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Muahahaha! Cliffhanger! If not a terrible cliffie. XD Oh well, I hope you liked this horrendous chapter. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I have been so happy at all the reviews chapter one got. You don't know how much my day has brightened. XD

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