August 14th, 1996

So. Today, I was helping Chard put up some wards and all of a sudden, everything went blank. He later told me that I had collapsed and that I scared the shit out of him and I should never do that again. Not like I planed on it.

I thought I was waking up, but as soon as I opened my eyes, a white light blinded me. I sat up and finally noticed that I was on a matching white bed with white linens and a white comforter. I grunted at the white. And that's when things started to get freaky.

All of a sudden, the linens turned gold and the comforter turned a vibrant shade of crimson, the floors matching the crimson and the walls matching the linens. I had nothing better to do, but than look around… of course.

All the woodwork was a deep cherry mahogany color, including the bed, desk and chairs. I got up and was about ready to open up one of the many doors before I heard a cold, menacing voice echo throughout the chambers.

"So we meet again, Potter," drawled Voldemort.

"So we do, Tom Riddle," raising my wand that had appeared in my hand.

"Don't call me that, stupid boy. And I see you don't know where we are," he smirked.

"And you do?" I asked.

"In all technicality," he said, "I do not know the precise location of where we are, being it in your mind. Conjure me a chair, boy."

"Do not call me by that, and I won't call you by Tom, Tom. And how do you reckon I conjure you a chair?"

"This is you mind, boy. Potter."

"Voldemort," I nodded and then thought of a chair.

"Very smart, Potter. Try something more… comfortable next time," he said as he sat down on a wooden chair. "Now, as this is your mind, I can't control you. I don't even have a wand unless you wish it upon me. I am totally and completely in your mercy, Potter, but whatever you do to me here will not affect me in real life. It's mind over body where we are."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"And why are you telling me this?"

"We could be great," he said. "We could be great."

"You already said that," I said.

"I know, but we could be great. There is no good and evil; there is only power and those too weak to seek it. Together we could do extraordinary things."

The next thing I new, I Voldemort had been thrown out of his chair and across the room. I remember feeling this swelling sort of feeling.

He picked himself up as gracefully as a man could and pretended to dust of his robes before he walked over to me.

"Now, you see what anger can do in this- place," he said. "Very well done, Potter. But remember what I said: it's mind over matter and it didn't hurt at all."

"I'm a powerful wizard Harry Potter, and so are you. You have made my life very difficult, and I yours. I have decided to teach you, Potter, as unnerving as it may be."

"And who said I wanted you to teach me?" I asked.

"Me," he said, pointing a scaly finger at himself. "Lesson one: learn. to. control. your. emotions."