Tenshibabe: This chapter is basically the events that happened during the last chapter in Harry's time whilst Tom was going through all of that...stuff, and this'll probably I dunno explain something's, hopefully.

Summary: Time-Travel fic (cliché? Yes) non HBP or DH compliant, veela fic. Harry has come into his inheritance, more power and a mate? What will he do when he finds that is mate is in fact his enemy?

Pairing(s): HPTMR, RWHG (for now)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter he and everything associated with him belongs to J.K Rowling...I wouldn't mind keeping Tom though-no, oh...okay. ; _; (btw my OC's I do own)

A/N:

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Till the End of Time

Chapter 2: With You

'Still I'm lying here tonight;

Wishing I was by your side;

Cause when I'm not there enough,

Nothing feels right'

~Faber Drive: When I'm With You

April, 1994

It was a clear day; there was no sun and not a cloud either, there was a faint breeze yet it was quite warm for the early spring day. It seemed that anything could happen on a day like this, fate just hadn't decided yet. Harry sighed, there were just so many things that could go wrong, yet he felt excited, almost eager.

Hermione pulled out the small golden device, of which she called a time turner. "With this we can turn back time Harry, we can save both Sirius and Buckbeak" the bushy haired witch exclaimed, fingering the device.

Harry nodded, as he looked over the wide fields that surrounded the castle. He opted to look at the pumpkin patch behind Hagrid's hut, frowning; he just hoped this worked. Hermione had warned him that tampering with time could have serious consequences and important events, even history could be rewritten just by simplest of things. Harry didn't think on such a grand scale as that but he did understand the importance of observe and move along.

"Harry...Harry Potter!" He jumped, turning to her smiling sheepishly.

"Sorry Herms' I just spaced out for a moment, what's up?" Harry asked, Hermione sighed, holding out the chain connecting to the small device. He reached for it, with a question in his eyes.

"Just hold it for a moment, I need to find my watch, I could have sworn I had it in my bag"

Harry nodded, putting on the chain. He would just let Hermione worry about all the technical things; after all she had been using the device for nearly a whole year. He looked at the little hour glass, wondering how something so small could have such power.

So consumed he was in his thoughts, that he didn't notice the sudden rise in magic surrounding him. He blinked, confused when the dials on the outside of the small clock started spinning, before snapping with an audible-click.

Hermione looked up at the sound, turning to Harry. She was stunned for a moment, 'Where did all this magic come from, Harry; he looks...different' she was about to call out to the mesmerized wizard, when he froze. 'Oh, no where are you going Harry?' Hermione frowned. He'll be back in a moment, but still the thought of Harry traipsing through time unsupervised sent a shudder down her spine. Hopefully he remembered not to touch only observe until the time turner decided to send him back. 'Hopefully'

~*~

April, 1942

Harry fell back; it was as if he was pushed forcefully backwards. Slowly sitting up he realized that he was in the same spot that he and Hermione were standing in naught but a moment before. It was the same, yet there was something odd about it...everything looked younger he supposed.

'Just how far back did I go?' Harry thought, deciding to look around. He didn't see Hagrid's hut over the hill, but the pumpkin patch was still there. He trudged down the path, seeing that it was leading towards the lake. 'I wonder if the giant squid is still there' Harry thought absently, taking in the sights of a younger Hogwarts.

Noting the nonexistent sounds of usually boisterous student body, Harry wondered if classes were still going on. They were when he left, and supposed they were now. He rounded the corner passing a huge boulder on his way to the lakefront. There was a small section of the lakefront that was shrouded by the overgrowth that created a sort of hiding place. Harry had found it earlier that year, whilst everyone else had gone off on their trips to Hogsmeade.

He smiled as he found that the overgrowth was still there, this way he would be able to observe with out tampering with time. As he came closer he paused, there was a small noise coming from up ahead. Narrowing his eyes, he crept over, shifting the leaves to find a boy, crouched over in a hunched position.

He heard a soft sigh come from his direction and surmised that the sound was coming from this boy. Suddenly Harry had a thought, 'He reminds me of myself' Harry thought sullenly; remembering himself feeling alone too many times to count.

The mysterious boy seemed to tense sitting still for a moment, before relaxing slightly moving to sit on the cool sand. "You don't have to hide, I know you're there..." he intoned.

Harry twitched, pausing for a moment. 'How does he know that I'm here' He thought a bit perturbed. Harry sat still for a moment, seeing if it was actually he that the boy was talking to.

The dark haired wizard sighed, turning to look directly at Harry. "If you don't want to come out then go away- as a matter a fact you can tell the good Professor that I won't be going back to class today" the other boy sneered grabbing a fistful of sand before letting it seep out slowly creating a small pile. Harry frowned, so he was skipping classes and thought that Harry was sent to retrieve him.

"What's got you so worked up, having a rotten day too?" Harry questioned, stepping out of the greenery. Pale blue eyes snapped to him, narrowing in suspicion, Harry noted his uniform. 'Slytherin, of course' he thought derisively.

"Who are you...I haven't seen you here before" he looked Harry over, "A muggle?" the boy asked, noting Harry's attire.

He cursed silently; trust him to forget that he left his uniform back at the hospital wing with Ron. "Um, not quite...I'm a wizard though...I didn't mean to spy on you or anything" Harry stated, moving to sit beside the other dark haired wizard.

He eyed Harry suspiciously, not letting up as Harry pretended that he couldn't feel his stare.

"So what are you doing out here, better yet, why are you skipping you could be missing something important back there" Harry questioned, picking up a handful of sand, and letting it filter through his fingers.

There was a long pause; Harry thought the boy had somehow slinked off as Slytherin's where known to do. There was a slight sound of disbelief, before he forced out a short laugh. Harry turned to him, he had his knees drawn to his chest, and his head tucked beneath is arms. The wind tousled his perfectly styled dark hair, his elegant fingers curled over his raised legs.

"...I feel as if I could talk to you; like I could, no I should trust you I don't even know you" he started, straying off for a moment. Harry looked at the brunette, truth be told he'd been feeling a sort of pull towards to him as well; he didn't even know his name...yet he wanted to hold him and never let go.

"I...feel strange, been feeling odd all day but right now I feel..."he didn't finish as he raised a hand to his head, as if steadying himself.

Harry turned to him; a worried look flitted across his face. Was this boy alright, was this the reason why he came out here. Harry grasped his shoulders, holding him from falling; but all that seemed to do was encourage him to fall into his arms. Soft dark locks brushed against his cheek, and fevered breaths tickled his neck.

Harry had just noticed that the boy was about a couple inches taller than him, yet he fit perfectly in his arms. Harry reached over feeling his forehead; it was slightly warm yet it wasn't scorching. As he removed his hand, he brushed his fingers across his cheek, nearly caressing him.

He heard a short whimper as long fingers desperately grasped his shirt. Harry gasped, his breath coming out in short pants. Something was going on here, he felt that magical energy again, and the strange misty aura that manipulated the time turner to bring him here, surrounded both of them.

He felt the other clutch tighter at his shirt, nearly ripping it; he was breathing heavily as well. Harry held him tighter, nearly pulling him onto of him; the boy was so warm, and at that moment Harry felt very cold. There was only one thought running through his mind at that moment, a very feral and primitive sounding growl erupted from his chest as he pushed the dazed boy to the ground.

He leaned over him, Harry didn't know it but his eyes were glowing, an electric green as he eyed the other boy. The brunette made a whining sound, reaching up to pull at Harry's shirt. He snarled, ripping open the front of the boy's cloak, his tie was ripped off and the front of his shirt was destroyed. Harry nuzzled the pale neck present to him.

Harry tensed, there was a strange voice in the back of his mind; it was demanding, it sounded sort of like him, but he didn't sound like that...did he? He looked up at the boy he was ravishing; he was out of it wearing a dazed look on his face, he was sweating and his cheeks were overly red. His uniform was mostly shredded, and his pale chest shuddered as it tried to keep up with his laboured breathing.

Harry's vision shifted, the voice thundering in his head:

Take him

Claim him

Own him

Mark him...Mark him!

It was as if something possessed him, as he leaned forward pinning the other boy to the ground, as his licked up the thin neck. The body beneath him trembled, as Harry buried his face in the junction at the base of his throat. He continued until he pierced the skin, until he drew blood but he kept a strong hold on the other, continuing to suck on the wound, his magic pulsating erratically.

It seemed to draw on for a long while, before he finally pulled away, licking away the blood; cleaning the newly created wound. He heard a choked sob coming from the boy, his eyes were screwed shut, and he had tears streaming down his face. Harry reached up, leaning in close to lick his tears. Hazy blue orbs regarded him for a moment, and Harry moved to capture pale pink lips in a bruising kiss. The other moaned, reaching up to tangle his hands in Harry's wild locks. He growled, breaking the kiss and moved to kiss the newly formed mark.

The boy winced, as his body suddenly grew hot all over, his body became a tingly and his neck burned painfully. Harry growled, running his hands all over his exposed chest, the other leaning into his touch. He bit down on his ear, as the boy moaned.

"Mine, your mine" he rumbled huskily, before moving to his chest.

~*~

When Harry awoke he warily noticed that it was darker outside. He heard voices far off in the distance, it sounded as if they were looking for something or someone. He then remembered the boy, and was surprised to note that not only was he half naked, that the boy was in a similar stated of dress. What happened here?

Harry picked up the others cloak, draping it over the ravaged body. Harry then took notice of all the damage. The boy had no clothes on his upper body; pieces of his shirt were strewn around the small space. His hair was tousled and mussed, and his lips were bruised, and a ruby red shade. He had bite and scratch marks littering his exposed chest, it was a pink shade under all that bruising.

Harry's eyes widened as he noticed that the boy's pants were undone as well, luckily it seemed as if he didn't actually rape the boy. Harry nearly choked, 'I almost defiled this guy, what's wrong with me?'Harry started to hyperventilate; he barely noticed the claim mark, as he backed away from the prone body. He gulped, fixing the cloak to keep the boy from catching cold and redoing his pants, he caressed the sleeping face, unknowingly brushing the glaring red mark as he redressed him.

The brunette shivered, moaning softly, leaning to Harry's touch. He frowned, as he finally noticed the mark; the mark that had glowed blood red against the boy's pale skin had grown forming intricate runes along the column of his neck.

Harry didn't have time to ponder this anymore as the voices were getting closer. He moved back into the overgrowth; he only had enough time to pull on his shirt, as he felt the foreign feeling of being pulled forward. Harry stole one last glance as the sleeping youth, before he was thrust back into his time.

~*~

July 31, 1996

The clock read 11:59; in blaring red on his night stand.

In less that a minute he was going to finally be sixteen. He had a feeling something big was going to happen his year...flashes of his third year and his subsequent trip through time sent a tingle through his body. It was strange but at times he could feel that boy's presence in his mind, it was almost as if they had a bond...but that couldn't be possible he had been sent back nearly fifty years. At least that's was Hermione confirmed when he had returned, she was ticked that he refused to tell her what happened, but how could he tell her that he not only broke the only observe rule, but nearly...raped... another student.

He couldn't even admit it to himself.

Harry frowned; this wasn't the time to think about such things as there were only ten seconds left till twelve. Thee...two...one... 'Happy birthday to me' Harry thought sardonically.

A familiar tapping had him rushing to his window; letting Hedwig in he breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that his relatives were still asleep. Petting the snowy owl, he collected the letters and a small pouch. The pouch he found held all his presents that were sent, some from the Weasley's and from Hermione. There was also a small package from Remus.

Harry smiled sadly when he opened his gift to find Sirius's leather jacket; he ran his hands over the worn fabric lovingly. The next time he saw him, he'd have to thank the werewolf, Harry knew it must have been hard to give such a precious article to him and he hoped Moony was alright.

After opening all the other gifts, Harry sighed, shrinking them and putting them back into the pouch placing everything in the loose floor board along with all his other precious belongings. He sat on his bed, looking once again at the clock; truthfully he was still technically still fifteen as his actual time of birth was around 1:00. Harry waited again until the clock blared 12:59.

'Three...two...on-'

Harry shuddered as his heart rate sped up echoing in his ears. His chest hurt, and his eyes teetered in and out of focus. He groaned as his skin seemed to crawl, and he arched off the bed as his body started to morph. He only noticed Hedwig fluttering in her cage frantically before he went unconscious.

~*~

He saw that boy, the blue eyed brunette; brief flashes of him actually. There was one just after he was found that day at the lakefront by a grim but younger looking Dumbledore. It seemed the older wizard knew that he was just there, as he came through the greenery just a Harry departed.

There was another of the boy in his fourth year standing in front of a bathroom sink. 'Wait that looks like the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets how does he know about that' Harry thought. The scene changed quickly though. The brunette's fifth year sitting in the Slytherin dorms as a boy who looked like Lucius Malfoy and another who looked just like...Sirius, no but he was a Black, and that was probably Lucius's father. They were bowing to the boy, almost subservient like.

Something about that irked him; it was almost like Voldemort in his time. He was shown another scene, this one of the same boy, but he looked different...Harry felt his body physically react to the boy's new appearance. He groaned at the thought of all the things he wanted to do to the boy. It was then that the foreign, feral like voice sounded again, it sounded closer to his voice this time.

Mate...Claim him...Mine...Own him...

Harry panted, a low growl sounded in his chest. Yes he wanted him, but he would have to wait, something told Harry that in his time the other boy hadn't changed yet.

'It must be this bond' Harry thought, his consciousness slowly returning. Bright green orbs snapped open; the world in his room was blurry and fuzzy at the edges. Harry groaned, reaching up to remove his glasses, rubbing his eyes. Blinking a couple of times he realized that he could see clearly, even see the nearly microscopic ant crawling on the side of his wind still from where he was across the room.

Harry smiled, pocketing his old lenses. He sat up groaning as he moved his still sore muscles. 'What happened last night?' He thought looking at the damaged furniture and the hanging wardrobe door. The window was open and Hedwig wasn't in her cage, it seemed she ran off. Harry frowned; she was acting strange last night.

Harry moved most of the furniture back in their proper places, and fixed the door on the wardrobe straight. The mirror on the back of the door reflected a boy that Harry, after a moment noticed was him.

'That is...this is me?' Harry thought, pinching his face, and his reflection did the same. This was him, this boy stood at tall about 5'11. His hair was now wilder and darker; almost pitch black, and stopped at the back of his neck, falling in front of his face, covering his scar and nearly covering his cat like green eyes. They seemed to glow, standing out even behind his shaggy bangs; his skin was a light tan and he had more defined muscle now no doubt to be more accentuated after this year's quiddich season.

Harry had to admit that his new body was awesome, but why did he change. Just what was he; he had heard about magical creatures that mate with wizards...was the boy a magical creature? Harry was obviously his mate, if what that voice said was true, and then he had already 'marked' him claiming him as his. Harry smirked, clenching and unclenching his fists as raw magic filled him.

He felt great, he was obviously stronger, and he felt much lighter, a dark look crossed his face. This was going to be an eventful year.

~*~

September 1, 1996

Harry skipped down the stairs of number 4 Pivet drive. Nowadays his hair didn't need any service as it seemed to automatically shift into place; his green eyes sparkled as he stepped into the bright kitchen. He slipped his leather jacket on over his dark v-neck shirt and even darker form fitting jeans. The last month of summer had been very productive. He was glad to know that his new form gave him a natural ability to feel and manipulate the magic around him aka: wand less magic.

His horrid relatives were now more...compliant to Harry after he gave Dudley a set of piggy ears one afternoon and threatened to add a tail if they pissed him off. After that he had gone shopping, collecting a new wardrobe and even stopping off at Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies for that year, happy to note that no one noticed him.

He had also begun to collect a small library of books; the ones he had gone through were mostly about time travelling, bonds and magical creatures alike. According to the books his mate would gain his inheritance on his sixteenth birthday as well; they didn't mention why, if his mate was technically older than him, the bond had waited until Harry was sixteen before activating.

He had a theory about it though; that it was because Harry himself had gone back in time and claimed him as his mate, he somehow shifted something in the order of time or something along those lines.

Well since it had already started, he supposed he would go along with it. Harry smiled sinfully as he eyed his porky cousin; he now had both the ears and a matching tail on his person. He was thinking about adding a snout too as he stepped over to the table sitting down across from Dudley. The deformed teen made a short whine as Harry levelled a glare at him.

"M-Morning Harry..." Dudley stuttered out, his watery eyes trying to look anywhere but the dark haired teen.

Harry raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement, before turning to his uncle who had just entered the kitchen, paused looking irritated yet terrified at Harry before continuing to his place at the head of the table. Harry smirked; he enjoyed playing with the Dursleys immensely.

"Uncle Vernon sir" Harry started sarcasm lacing his voice, Vernon turned to him, twitching.

"What is it bo-Harry" He answered sweating nervously as Harry forcibly twitched at his near mistake. Harry glared, before conjuring a small flame to float above his index finger.

Vernon grunted at the blatant display of magic, Dudley clenched his fists fidgeting in his seat. "Hm, today I need a ride to the station, school is starting again and well I need to catch the train there" Harry stated sparingly as he made the small flame spin about.

Vernon sighed, his eyes trained upon the small flame. "Oh, was-was that all; your aunt will drop you...I have to work an all, uh when were you planning on changing Dudley back" he gulped as Harry's glare locked on him. "O-of course you weren't planning on letting him go back to school like that" Vernon visibly relaxed, as Harry withdrew the small flame.

Harry turned to look at Dudley as if he didn't know what Vernon was talking about. Looking back at the bulky man he made a noise of agreement. "Ah yes our precious Duddikins, oh well it was fun while it lasted" Harry sighed before releasing the charm. Dudley nearly cried as Harry pointed at him glaring. "But I could put them back just as easily, so you better keep your word" he said looking at Vernon.

Vernon nodded, calling Petunia to start the car. It seemed that Vernon was taking the bus to work today; Harry smiled.

~*~

At Platform 9 ¾

Harry chuckled to himself as his aunt came over pushing a cart for him to put his things on. "Are you alright now Harry? You don't need anything else do you?" His aunt Petunia fussed, nervously, eyes shifting to Dudley who sat in the car chewing on a chocolate bar.

Harry turned to her, shaking his head no. "Ah what a sweet aunt you are, but I'm good now" he said smirking exposing his pointed canines, Petunia put her shaking hands over her mouth, mumbling something that sounded like 'goodness'. Harry grabbed the cart, strolling off, not before pointing at Dudley's chocolate and laughing as he shrieked, a chocolate frog hopping out of his hands.

He stepped across the magical border and onto the busy platform. Electric green took in the feel of magic that danced in the air. His bond trembled and for a moment Harry got a vision of the blue eyed boy also standing on the platform looking about.

"Harry, Harry over here!"

Harry snapped back to his present, looking around as he found a group of redheads call him over; he smiled, pushing his cart amiably over to the large family.

"Oh Harry how you've grown, you had a good summer yes?" Molly Weasley greeted him, catching him in a huge hug that knocked the wind out of him.

"Ah, yes ma'am I've had a good summer somewhat" Harry wheezed out as Molly hesitantly released him. Arthur and Ron smiled as Harry tried to catch his breath discretely, "Hey mate, how's it going? Oh wicked so Lupin did give it to you huh?" Ron greeted, commenting on Harry's jacket.

"Yea, you haven't heard from him have you?" Harry asked as they moved towards the red train. Hermione appeared looking disgruntled until she saw Harry. "Hey you; seems you had a great summer" She said taking in his new appearance.

"Looks like it, your almost as tall as me" Ron exclaimed, "Blimey Harry...oh and no he only stopped to drop off your gift before leaving there was a new moon then and we haven't heard from him since" Ron stated, as they waved goodbye to the rest of the Weasley's.

Harry noticed that the twins weren't present and commented on it. "Oh, yeah the were up till real late last night setting up things for their shop, they said they'd see us during the first Hogsmeade weekend which I'm pretty sure is a week from now" he finished.

Harry nodded, turning to Hermione, "Why were you upset just now" he asked as Ron bristled; turning to her. "Did someone bother you 'mione?" Hermione looked between the two.

"Ah, no...It was just Malfoy as usual, he refuses to leave from the compartment that I found for us so..." She paused taking a deep breath.

"So we're looking for a different one...no take us the one you found 'mione" Harry finished for her.

Hermione looked at Harry, there was something different about him, like that time during third year, he looked a bit like how he did now; he looked more darker. Hermione nodded, taking them to their original compartment.

Malfoy sneered when Hermione showed up again, this time bringing with her Weasley and a boy who he hadn't seen before.

"Malfoy..."Hermione glared at the blond, but he only looked at Harry as if trying to puzzle out who he was. Harry smirked, he didn't recognize him.

"Ah well what do we have here? A group of snakes, hm...I believe that this was Hermione's compartment first, am I correct Draco?" Harry grinned, his eyes glowing beneath his fringe.

Ron nodded, not noticing the dark aura surrounding the brunette. "Yea, why don't you go off a get your own you lazy prat" Ron added. Harry kept eye contact with the petrified boy; Draco wavered for a moment before realization hit.

"P-Potter..." Harry sent him a toothy grin in return.

"Hm, took you while... now" Harry raised his hand pointing at Draco, tilting his head to the side, "I believe we've made it clear that you are to get lost" the effect was immediate Malfoy's body went rigid, his eyes glazed over.

He turned gathering his belongings before simply leaving in a daze; Crabbe, Golye and Pansy blinked in awe, Zabini eying Harry suspiciously before they all left to find the charmed blond.

Harry entered the evacuated compartment, lounging in the seat as if he owned the place. He looked over at Ron and Hermione; as if saying 'what are you waiting for'. Ron took a seat across from Harry, dumbfounded.

"Blimey Harry what did you do to him? You just told him to go and he left" Ron looked to his best friend in disbelief.

Hermione looked at Harry sitting beside Ron, "Yes that was strange, are you sure there's nothing you aren't telling us Harry?" She asked confused.

Harry smiled lightly, "It's nothing to worry about, it's just part of this inheritance I got, no biggy, I got some extra abilities now that's all" He answered shrugging it off; as the train began to move.

~*~

December 1996

For the past few months Harry's new appearance had heads turning all over the school. His new strengths and affinity for magic had him off to a great start for the year, even if Snape was the new professor for Defence against the Dark Arts, even he had to appreciate Harry's new attitude towards school work.

The one problem with this new Harry were all his 'fans'; his fan based nearly tripled in size when everyone finally clued in the fact that the dark haired Adonis sitting at the Gryffindor table was indeed Harry Potter. He had proclamations of love coming from every corner, and truth be told it was getting a bit out of hand.

His mate hadn't even come into his inheritance yet and he was being hounded, he hoped the bond didn't suffer because of it.

Harry was sitting in the Astronomy tower, it was Christmas break and most of the students were at home for such a joyous holiday. Harry had been invited to join the Weasley's this year, but he declined saying that Dumbledore had planned something for him to work on during the break.

He didn't mean to lie, but he felt that he needed to be near the school, Hogwarts it seemed was connected to his mate the bond felt stronger here. He looked out at the grey skies, there was some light snow fall it was calming and quiet. Harry leaned back against the stone wall, breathing deeply, his change was close he could feel it.

His eyes shone a deep green, his hair and robes floated of a non-existent breeze as a heady magic surrounded him, sending him into a trance.

He was in a dark room; with a fire burning to one side of the room the other side was shrouded in shadows Harry could see an outline of a bed and a large wardrobe close to it.

'I see; he's not ready for that stage yet'

Harry looked about the room once more, his mate wasn't here yet. It was unfortunate, so he turned back to the window; behind black curtains he assessed that there was a storm brewing getting much more furious as time went by.

Were the gods mad at him for tampering with time, Harry hoped not; now that he had found him he didn't know how he'd survive with out him. Harry smiled, he was here.

The green eyed wizard felt his mate's magical energy, it was exhilarating and it sent his heart pounding. Harry felt him shiver at the cold emanating from the storm beyond the window; he turned to him eyes widening at the boy. 'He's grown up, but he hasn't changed; he's not ready yet' He noted.

Harry felt his need, his lust and he smiled speaking to him for the first time, "Ah, no...Not yet, you must wait"

He nearly took him there when his mate whined at his statement. 'Why, I need you' he called to him, the veela reaching out for him. Harry pinned him with his gaze, not noticing that the room slowly shifted away, his name was Thomas Riddle, his Tom.

"Time is a mysterious thing" Harry smiled, reaching out to him. "Don't worry I'll come for you...you belong to me now Tom" He smirked as Tom gasped as he called his name, the hidden mark on his neck pulsed as he was forced back into consciousness.

When he had left, Harry leaned back against the wall, turning to look at the furious storm turned blizzard. Yes he believed the gods were angry wth him, after all how could they let his mate be the one he was destined to kill. 'My Tom...is Voldemort...'

Tenshibabe: So um, there it is my somewhat explanation for chapter one, does it seem crazy? I love dark Harry don't you, we will continue with Harry's side of things in the next chapter because a lot more things happen remember? So R&R and tell me what you think, if you all have any ideas feel free to add, because you all know what happens when my idea bank runs dry...