The breakfast was delicious and Harry devoured all that he could and then some. Towards the end of the delightful meal however, he began to feel a strange tingling unlike any he's ever felt before. It was certainly not unpleasant but definitely new and rather strange. The fact that it was radiating from his scar just amped up the oddness. Harry found himself closing his eyes without really thinking about it, mentally chasing the feeling. He could hear a warm voice saying something to him, he could feel the alien curiosity poking at him like a little kid poking a strange bug with a stick.
"Voldemort?" He asked, eyes still closed to strengthen his focus on their connection. The alien feeling reeled back in shock then strode forward, trying to fully understand exactly what was going on. Harry could practically taste Voldemort's magic scanning over him trying to decipher exactly what he was. He felt his own magic mingling with his, pulsing together and dancing around the rooms both men inhabited though they were miles apart.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Professor Dumbledore asked, shattering Harry's concentration and breaking his hold on the connection. Though Harry could still feel Voldemort on the other end, like someone still listening after someone else sets down a phone.
"Sorry professor, I didn't hear you come in. My connection with Voldemort was just acting up."
"Connection? Do you know how you became connected to Tom?"
Voldemort's anger spiked at Dumbledore's refusal to use his preferred name, causing a rush of pain to course through Harry. Though it quickly receded after he gasped in pain. Apparently Voldemort was feeling merciful today, which almost made Harry laugh hysterically but he managed to swallow it in time. No need to make the professor question his sanity at this point, although with the day he'd been having there may be cause for question.
"When I was a year and a half old he came to my parents' house and murdered them before trying to kill me. The killing curse rebounded, destroying his body and leaving me with this scar. The future you told me that it was my mother's love that protected me since it formed a deeper shield that lasted up until my fourth year when Voldemort took my blood in his resurrection ritual."
Dumbledore looked at him with wide eyes and frankly seemed as though he needed a very stiff drink even though it was only 10.30 in the morning. The sensation in Harry's head abated for a moment, Voldemort likely needed time to come to terms with this new information just like Dumbledore did. After letting them both process for a moment, Harry looked to Dumbledore and asked whether there was any more information that he wanted. The professor declined for that moment, promising to come back the next day after reading through the book Harry had completed earlier that day, if that was alright with him. When Harry agreed the professor stood to take his leave once again. Harry called him back for a moment, wanting to make sure that Sirius and Snape would be checked in on even after all of this new information. Professor Dumbledore smiled sadly at Harry and assured him that he'd be looking into the matter that very afternoon.
The rest of the day after everyone left passed quite quickly. It seemed that only moments after the elves popped breakfast in it was time for lunch and then shortly after that was dinner. Harry was thankful though, he wasn't sure how he'd be feeling should he get a chance to really think over his situation. There was so much that had changed, not just the feelings connected to his connection with Voldemort but also the whole time travel thing. Even having done it before, granted nowhere near as far and in an extreme emergency, he wasn't sure how to go on. Knowing that he'd be their parents' age next time he saw his friends, should he ever see them again. Knowing that Sirius was young here, hadn't been betrayed and imprisoned here, but also didn't know him yet here.
Harry dragged himself away from those thoughts, there was no point to a pity party just yet. After he'd figured everything out and could breathe for a moment he could have that luxury. He decided to take the rest of his potions and get some rest. Just dealing with everything made him want to sleep for a month but he knew Dumbledore would likely be by tomorrow as well as an Unspeakable. He choked down the remaining 21 potions and almost immediately fell asleep.