Harry woke to find himself in a stone room. There were no windows, and no visible door on any of the walls, but when he looked up, he noticed that the ceiling was spelled to be semi transparent, and Harry could see a ring of men standing around it. He knew instantly that he had been betrayed and felt rage course through him. The room seemed to expand with the power of it, and the aurors became slightly frantic as the barrier on the ceiling flickered.

'For gods sakes Potter! Calm down!' A voice sounded in his head, and he jumped.

Harry was severely startled by the presence in his mind, and his magic immediately came back to him, 'what the hell? Who's there?'

--

Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Voldemort had been pained with a head ache since the night of Harry's sixteenth birthday, and it was driving him insane. Now, a week later, it seemed the Potter boy had finally woken up. Tom felt a wave of panic and anger flow over him that he knew did not come from him. The boy had been projecting his distress through whatever link they had, and before he was stunned, Tom had heard fragments of thoughts as well. The main ones being, "why am I not dead?", "I have no real quarrel with Voldemort", and "You bastard! I'll kill you for betraying me!"

While the fact that he felt no need to seek revenge for his parent's deaths was interesting, Tom found it more interesting that by technical standards, Harry was not alive. That meant that the prophecy was null and void. When Tom examined his own feelings, he realized that aside from the prophecy, he had no important quarrels with Harry.

When he felt the anger course into him, and his head ache flared up he couldn't help but scream in his mind, 'For gods sakes Potter! Calm down!'

He had never expected a reply, 'what the hell? Who's there?'.

Tom's head immediately stopped throbbing, and he dropped to the floor with a sigh, 'Me Potter. Who else?'

--

Harry was surprised to say the least. Voldemort of all people was talking to him in his head, 'What are you doing in my brain? Isn't it weird enough that I don't have a pulse?'

Harry could feel Tom's confusion, 'I don't know. The same thing you're doing in mine. What happened anyway? All I heard was 'time to die' and then a lot of screaming about betrayal and being dead, and then my head throbs for a week until you get up, and get mad, and make it hurt even worse, and then you're all calm and I feel better,' Harry laughed in his mind. Voldemort was pouting. It was too funny, 'Oh shut up! I'm the dark lord – I don't do funny.'

'Of course not! I'm sorry for questioning your evilness.'

'Petulance! Be a good little corpse and tell me what happened,' he commanded as best he could.

Harry sent him a mental eye roll. The aurors above him were looking down at him strangely, so he gave them the finger, "Bloody Assholes! Let me out of this damn crypt!" he yelled up at him, trying to cover for his lack of resistance, 'They really are assholes.'

'I heard the first time.'

'Of course you did,' Harry settled himself against the wall, 'my uncle beat me, raped me, and then stabbed me to death.'

Tom's shock was evident, "Your Uncle!" he yelled, causing Harry to wince.

'Yeah. As a birthday present,' Harry replied bitterly.

'I'm sorry.'

It was Harry's turn to be shocked. Tom Riddle – Voldemort – the darkest dark lord in centuries, just apologized to him because of something that his uncle did. It was incomprehensible. When Harry thought about it, Tom was actually behaving differently overall. He seemed almost sane, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if his insanity was just another one of Dumbledore's tricks.

--

Tom wasn't sure what made him say it, and he wasn't sure if he would say it again, but he had just apologized to Harry Potter. There was stunned silence from both ends of the link for a few moments, before Harry replied, 'thank you.'

'You're welcome,' Tom thought that wasn't a very dark lordly thing to say so he decided to add, 'I can kill them for you if you want.'

Harry gave a mental snort, 'I was planning on doing that myself actually,' Tom nodded to himself, agreeing that it was probably for the best that he did so, 'so…Tom?...why aren't you insane?'

Voldemort blinked, but figured that it couldn't hurt for Harry to know, 'Well dark magic can act like a disease in some circumstances. Dumbledore hit me with a curse several years before I killed your parents that made the so called disease accelerate, driving me to insanity. Since I've come back, I become more normal each day. I didn't start out the dark lord you know. I was a politician first,' Harry nodded.

'Another thing to blame on Dumbledore. That man has more skeletons in his closet than anyone else I know.'

'He needs to be destroyed,' Tom agreed, 'that is actually my primary objective right now.'

--

Harry wasn't surprised by anything Tom told him up to that point, 'We need to make sure that he doesn't die a martyr though, or it will be useless.'

It was true. Should Dumbledore die as a famous sacrifice for the light, people would rally for the cause. He needed to die a broken man, and to break him, they would need to ruin whatever meant the most to him. That meant destroying his reputation.

'Will you help?' Tom asked eagerly.

'Will you figure out what I am?' Harry already planned on destroying Dumbledore, but he wanted to get something else out of it as well.

--

Tom frowned thinking it over. He could have Harry for a spy if he figured out what the boy was. It was a good deal - after all, who would suspect the boy who lived of being a traitor, "I'll do it Potter. Though Dumbledore may have the advantage of tests, I have something he doesn't."

"What's that?"

"Lucius Malfoy. If anyone knows, it's him. That man has more books on bloodlines than anyone else I know."

--

Harry laughed inwardly. It was true; Malfoy was more than a little obsessed. He was about to reply when Dumbledore appeared over head. Harry was on his feet faster than anyone could blink. His magic pulsed again as he glared upwards, and the barrier began to flicker once more, "Dumbledore! Let me out of here this instant!"

To his credit, Dumbledore at least had the sense to look a bit frightened, "I'm afraid I can't do that Harry."

Harry's eyes started to glow, "And why not?"

'Spit at him,' Tom said in his head, 'I've always wanted to do that.'

Tom's voice had a calming effect, despite the complete absurdity of the statement. Harry's magic receded some what, but his eyes continued to glow.

"Well you see Harry; it's for your own safety really."

'Harry I'm serious – spit at him! Put all your magic into it and it'll go through!' Tom was using the tone of voice some one would to trick a little kid into a dare, but Harry didn't really care.

His magic was flying wildly by that point, but he forced a lot of it into his mouth and spat. The wad flew straight through the barrier, and splattered across Dumbledore's face, "Bulls-eye you ass. I'm only in here because you're afraid of me. I will get out!"

--

Dumbledore was indeed afraid of the youngest Potter. Anyone in their right minds would be, but he couldn't let anyone figure that out. He cast a cleaning charm on his face. As insignificant as it seemed, the fact that Harry managed to spit at him through the barrier was more frightening than anything else. It meant that should the boy figure out to use his magic, he would indeed be able to get out, and that would be bad to say the least.

"Come now Harry! You must see how dangerous you magic is. You can hardly control it. You could destroy the whole castle if I let you out," the aurors that had been looking to him to see if he really was afraid of the boy nodded in agreement with that statement. They seemed to be certain that Dumbledore was afraid of nothing once more.

--

Voldemort was laughing hysterically in his thrown room when Bellatrix and Lucius came in. It had only taken a short time to get him out. They used the same trick as the Crouches used, and no one was the wiser.

"My lord? Are you alright?" that was Lucius. He was always the brave one, never afraid to initiate conversation with the dark lord.

Voldemort nodded through his laughter, "Harry…Potter…just…spit in… Dumbledore's face…in his face! I always wanted to do that!" he managed to get out.

Bellatrix looked confused, and Lucius raised an eyebrow, "My lord? Why would he do that? And how do you know?"

Tom calmed down, "Mind link. I can talk to him in my head, and he talks back. He hate's Dumbledore almost as much as I do."

Both of his servant's eyes widened, "This is great news my lord!" Bellatrix ran forward to kiss his hem, but he stopped her.

"Bella, leave us. I must talk to Lucius alone," he really hated that woman. She was loyal to the end, but was almost more insane, and irritating. She left with her eyes tearing in a way Voldemort found unbecoming. The door shut behind her with a click, and Voldemort's eyes snapped to Lucius, "Hello Luc."

The blond man's eyes widened imperceptibly at the old nickname, "My lord?"

"Call me Tom, Luc. The insanity is passing, but I have a favor to ask."

"It will be good to have you back Tom. You know I'd do anything for you," he gave a rare genuine smile.

"I need you to figure out what has happened to Harry Potter. On his sixteenth birthday he was killed by his uncle. He has no pulse, and no longer breaths at all. He woke up a little later, to see Dumbledore and Sev standing over him. Needless to say, he was upset. Dumbledore called the aurors, and captured him. He's been unconscious for the last week, and had finally woken up. He will spy on Dumbledore for us if we figure out what's happened to him."

"The-Boy-Who-Lived? A spy? That would increase our chances greatly. I believe there was a vampire in the Potter line hundreds of years ago. There was also a tenshi near the beginning of the line. I don't know what the results of that combination would be, but if the vampire was light, that might explain why he didn't die."

Tom nodded. He knew Lucius would be able to tell him what was going on. Light vampires were vampires who came into their vampire heritage after a traumatic event. Most never came into their full heritage because there were few events traumatic enough. Most light vampires started out good children, but became darker after they came into their heritage, which would explain Harry's willingness to switch sides. One did have to wonder about the tenshi blood however. He nodded and held up a finger for Lucius to be quiet a moment.

--

Harry was nearly exploding with fury. The manipulative bastard cared about nothing but himself, "I cannot believe you! What gives you the right to do this to me? I would be fine if you had kept your promises to let me do as I pleased between test! But noooo. You lock me up in a cage like some kind of animal and expect me to be fine with it. Well congratulations Dumblefuck – you just lost all my trust!"

Harry didn't even see one iota of remorse in the old man's eyes. Harry really was no more than a tool to the old headmaster, 'Harry. Be careful. He will probably try to test you now. If he tries anything to make you talk, let me in and I'll try to talk for you.'

Tom was right as usual, and Dumbledore turned to the aurors. Apparently they were going to put him in a full body bind, and take him to do some tests that could only be done while he was awake. The barrier went down and the aurors as shot down at him. Several spells veered away, while Harry managed to dodge quite a few, but the room was so small he didn't last long before he was struck down.

'Tom! What do I do?'

'It'll be fine. They're just going to cast some spells,' Tom said reassuringly, 'Just breathe, and don't worry. Everything will be fine.'

Harry was levitated out of the pit through the un-floor. His eyes darted around wildly from side to side, trying to figure out where he was. He wasn't sure when Voldemort became nice, but he sure as hell wasn't going to ask him to stop now. Harry passed through corridor after corridor until he came to a white room.

Thankfully, Tom was right, and they didn't do anything but cast spell after spell at him. Harry didn't know how long it lasted, but when he was finally dropped back into his cell, he could do little more than sink into a corner, and collapse, 'I'm going to kill that man.'

'You're not going to do it alone.'