I would like to thank Pure Black, Siren Duveil, Fire Gazer, Mystic10, DARKMARK33LV, Batsuousai, chaser1, Helle's Seraph, Yana5, T-chan for reviewing.

Kelly: /comforts/ it's okay, Harry's a good duck, but I tell you what, think up some good animals for Harry to be and maybe I'll give more than one animagus form...sorry...

E.A.V.: /Grins slyly at review/ are you trying to subtly tell me something crazy...like me having talent? Cause it totally went over my head /laughs/ thank you for that anyway, I'm not normally complemented in that way, even if you didn't mean it straight-out that way...I'm normally inadvertently called short...being inadvertently complemented is nice though.

Darkangelgep: Of course Harry's going to be a dark lord...but not really in the classic sense of the world (going crazy and killing everyone /blinks and realizes that's me, except for the killing people thing/ wow...) you get a stupid transfiguration class excerpt...it scares me.

Swordoftheshadow: I made it up, but there isn't really a process, that's just Auntie Carrie trying to get a feel for them. Her ability to read souls is hampered by her mortality and she had to get a feel for their characters before she find out their names...that made no sense...but really, you're right you have to have a gut feeling to know your true name, /nods up at username/ that's mine. But I got the name being able to be determined by others as well as the fact it can control from A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. LeGuin. I was more spinning off of that more so than anything else, it was easier that way and I'm lazy.

PaddycakePadfoot: I know why couldn't Nader or Kerry have won? (Supports third party, but knows it's not gonna happen) /sighs/ just four years O.o and he can't run for a third term...I'm a natural optimist, and my optimisms aren't working for me, are they working for you?

Bri: I like Harry being a goose /pouts/...but what would you suggest as other forms. I'm open for the idea until I get turned off (Harry's fate as a respectable animagus rests on you, do your work well bri /salutes/ that is your mission...dismissed) ...I like geese...

Sybelle: Harry will become dark lord with Voldemort, and I agree Dumbledore is a bastard...that's why he's evil in all of my fics...all...yes, all. Sin appears in this chapter, it just isn't said straight out. Do tell me what you think about my kiss please, I'm very nervous (is totally calm) and I want to hear what you think. And do read the ending author's note before reviewing.

HoshiHikari: Yes, Auntie Carrie does know something no one else does...being really old will do that to a person. As for the names Persus: Harry, Perdita: Hermione, Celos: Draco, and Sessisalian: flirtatious little Ravenclaw in this chapter.

Chapter Fifteen

It was frightening Harry decided, as he watched Auntie Carrie draw lines of a spell in chalk on the floor of the classroom, how everything could go on as though nothing had happen when the world was turning upside-down and you were falling on your ass the wrong way.

"Now," Auntie Carrie said as she stood up, "when I close this spell, I'll have to do it with my real name. However, any of you can close this spell and then the spell will be yours. But that's considered morally 'wrong' so I'm going to teach you to do it, just because I can't."

She glanced around the thirteen students and then grinned as she saw Harry walking towards her, without being called. But then again he did do everything first in the class.

"Okay, Persus, darling, bind it for me." Auntie Carrie told him waving a hand that the spell, a complicated weaving of knots and lines and curves. It was very pretty.

Harry looked from it to Auntie Carrie, She smiled and told him to close his eyes and just feel to write his name and bind the spell. Harry picked up the chalk and did as he was told and when he opened his yes again Auntie Carrie was smiling at him as she said, "Very good, but I didn't mean bind as in bind, I meant...close more than anything."

Auntie Carrie ran her foot over the marks Harry had drawn and smudged them out of existence.

"Now, Persus," Auntie Carrie said smiling, "close the spell."

Harry did as instructed.

Specifics, Harry decided, only became more so as time went on, and everything just faded into a blurred background. Something that became very annoying as he was forced, in his classes, to pay attention to detail.

Every teacher seemed to want something from him, but Harry knew what every teacher except Auntie Carrie wanted. Though Auntie Carrie didn't appear to want much besides his extreme success in her class...which was also frightening, in an oddly normal sort of way. Harry always thought that you passed a class when a teacher wanted you to do extremely well, not letting you do whatever and then passing you for no reason, like every teacher did for him, except Snape...Dumbledore did it for Snape.

Also Transfiguration was really one of Harry's most boring classes, he'd just never realized it because his friends were there talking to him, keeping him from paying attention. But now they were all in advanced Transfiguration and Harry was left with the "Bad" people that he wasn't supposed to be socializing with. They were mainly practical joking Hufflepuffs, uninterested Ravenclaws, and shy Slytherins. Harry quite liked them, the outcasts, they were a riot when put together in room with, and I quote "Professor Puss in Boots" en quote.

Then a wad of paper landed on Harry desk. Harry picked it up as some Hufflepuffs snickered in a corner, their canary cream bomb, trademarked by the OKoH (Outkasts of Huffelpuff), was about to go off. Harry undid the wad and snickered; on it was a drawing of professor Snape burning in hell, "Help me" scrawled across his forehead. It was signed "Sessisalian".

Harry turned around and saw that a boy in his Magic class waving at him, while smiling sheepishly. Harry grinned and turned around and wrote "I may be nice, but I'm not that nice...I'll miss you Snape" on the note before rolling it back up and throwing it back to Sessisalian.

Harry waited for him to read it, and when his friends burst out laughing, he knew he had. As expected the note fell back on his desk, Harry flicked it off and grabbed a new piece of parchment, writing "Help you with what?" on it before tossing it back.

The paper landed back on his desk, it read, "Get a date."

Harry fell out of his chair, laughing.

'What are you thinking about?'

Severus looked up, startled, over at the werewolf laying in front of his fireplace.

'Well,' Remus asked.

"I was worrying," Severus replied.

'About what?'

"Do you think this will work?" Severus demanded, placing his head in his hands. "I can't help but think it won't."

There was silence from Remus, and Severus nodded to himself. Perhaps he wasn't doubting for no reason. Then he felt a canine nose press against his hip.

'Faith, Severus,' Remus said, 'is more important than logic in almost every situation.'

"I hope so," Severus murmured, his hand straying to the top of the werewolf's head, "I really do."

'So do I.'

Harry woke up with a heavy pounding in his temple; he frowned and fought down a groan. How did you just wake up with a headache? Harry touched the cool floor he was laying on and waited for all of the cold to transfer into his hand, when it did he pressed it to his temple, gently massaging it.

Then the pain slowly dissolved into an empty feeling and Harry opened an eye. Grey stone, obviously he was in some dungeon somewhere. Perhaps he could leave, or maybe he'd been kidnapped...Hopefully he could leave.

Harry pushed himself up off the floor, finding several of his muscles were cramped, painfully so.

Harry began walking over to the door, slowly stretching every muscle. Harry placed his hand on the knob and tested it, locked. Naturally.

Harry sighed and began pacing around the room, still stretching and rubbing his sore muscles. This was annoying, and Harry was really thirsty, he felt like he would die if he couldn't get something to drink, not only that but it was cold in this dungeon.

Then the door opened, and standing there was someone he'd never seen before. Though the man looked familiar, Harry couldn't place him. He was also very handsome, long hair, bright eyes, and the smell he'd brought into the room was heavenly. It was a beautiful, wonderful smell that Harry could just die to have to possess, and before Harry knew it he was walking over to the man. The man with pretty red eyes...

This seemed to strike something in Harry's mind, but he couldn't figure out what as a sleek veil covered his mind, preventing him from thinking about anything but that smell, that need for something...god, he was thirsty.

Harry's teeth were tingling as he approached the man. Then it hit him, Voldemort. Only Voldemort had those caustic red eyes, the ones that were attracting Harry like an addict to nicotine.

Harry's eyes closed as he heard loud noise, ringing in his ears, it rushed and pounded. Harry's head exploded into pain. He needed...

That smell, he needed it.

Harry took in a deep breath, tossing his head back in pleasure as the smell washed over his senses. He closed his eyes and savored the smell. Without even realizing it, his feet began moving, his hands went up and grasped robes, his nose flowing against skin and under it was the pulsing place where the smell came from. The pulse quickened and Harry gasped, his teeth exploding into an almost painful sensation. He opened his mouth and ran his teeth along the skin, the ache increased and that smell, that smell became stronger, he needed it.

Hands grabbed him and pushed him against something cool, he didn't need cool he needed heat, heat coming from that smell; he pressed against the skin and whimpered. How did he get to it?

"Oh god..." A voice murmured, hurting his ears, it was so loud and it made the pulse slow, that pulse made the smell. Harry blinked his eyes open and saw bright red eyes on his.

The haze retreated enough for Harry to think, this was Voldemort...he was pressed up against a wall...the need returned and Harry closed his eyes, someone being this close should mean something, but god, that smell, he needed it, he needed to possess it.

The smell came closer and then it hit Harry, kissed! He was going to be kissed if he didn't do anything, he knew it was wrong, but he needed—no!  that smell—no! he couldn't let it happen! Harry closed his eyes as the smell washed over him again, saturating his senses and the lips descended to his, moving, seeking. Harry gasped and pressed up, opening his mouth, scraping his aching teeth against the lips, the smell was everywhere now, and Harry needed everything.

A tongue ran past Harry's lips and Harry scraped his teeth as it went past, he needed...he needed...A hand went to the back of his neck another around his back, pressing him forward. So good...it was all so good. Then the tongues, lips, and smell left...no, Harry panted in need, he needed those...he needed them so badly.

Then the headache hit him again, and the haziness left him, he'd just kissed Voldemort! He'd left Voldemort kiss him! The pain stabbed his head; Harry fell to his knees as blackness gripped him, just as the door was thrown open and the liquid making that smell fell into his mouth.

"Harry are you all right?"

Harry blinked his eyes open and saw Ginny looking at him worriedly. Floor...he was on the floor again, what was it with him and floors today? Harry fought back his thoughts of what happened so he could focus on Ginny...on anything but that.

"I'm fine," Harry whispered his throat seemed sore for some reason. Ginny was staring at him oddly. "What?"

She ran her fingers along the bottom of her lip, while staring at Harry's.

Harry watched her in extreme confusion for a few moments before it hit him and he pressed his own fingers to his lips. There was dried blood on them, Harry licked it off and the licked his upper lip, going over them again to make sure there was none left.

Ginny was slightly disgusted by this for a moment before she leaned in to examine his lips.

"I wonder where the blood came from," She whispered, "your lips aren't spilt. And what are you doing out here anyway?"

Harry looked around the hallway and saw that he was in a part of the dungeon, near the Potions classroom. How did he get here anyway? And how did Ginny know he was here.

"Come on," Ginny said, standing up and holding out a hand for him. "First class is about to start in ten minutes, you have time to get to class, I think, but no time for breakfast."

Harry glanced at his watch, and saw that it was indeed nearly time for class to start. He took Ginny's hand and stood up, letting go after he was balanced.

"What class do you have first?" Harry asked looking at her.

"Potions," She replied with a mischievous grin, "I can't be late to that class again, and I've already got detentions for a week because of Snape."

Harry smiled in a vague agreement, he wanted to leave, he wanted to think. He couldn't help but feel that something monumental had happened earlier. Ginny was still watching him.

"Maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey," Ginny suggested, "I heard somewhere that your gums bleed when you're poisoned, that would explain the blood and perhaps why you fell out."

Harry nodded smiling. Ginny waved and said she had better leave. Harry turned and ran down the hallway. What the hell had happened to him earlier? He should have never, never let Voldemort kiss him.

Severus watched the ace of spades spin around in front of his face, he frowned and it fell.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked from a nearby chair.

"I don't know," Severus replied haltingly. The ace slowly began hovering above the desk.

Remus sighed and said, "You do know."

"No, I don't," Severus replied and the card fell, "and that's the problem."

Severus picked up the ace and held it front of his face.

"Am I bothering you?" Remus asked.

"No," Severus murmured, "It's not knowing, I suppose."

"Everything will turn out fine," Remus replied, sighing, a slight question ruining the surety of his statement.

"I suppose," Severus said smirking, letting go of the ace which stayed where it'd been released.

"There's something else," Remus insisted, "besides this, we've talked about this."

"Our wild card," Severus said suddenly, "is Dumbledore."

Remus' eyes widened.

"Exactly."

The card fell.

Three weeks after the seventh Harry had a vision, there he was sitting on a blanket with the whole universe printed on it and his hand was circling around some galaxy the stars and planets and solar systems twinkling around him. Then he's wondered what he was sitting on, so he stood up and fell through the blanket, and there on the floor of that room was a candle, nearly burnt out, wax pooled around the candle. Harry watched the candle burn until it went out and then he stood up and walked out of the room, though he couldn't see anything.

Then Harry woke up.

Wow...did anyone get that? Cause it all went totally over my head. How was the kiss? I want details!—Problems, good things...do your best or worse. I need it. And don't humor me—I'll know. And I'm so happy; I've gotten the first thing done in the prologue! I'm getting there...finally.