A/N: I got this idea while browsing the message boards on Hawks' TFF website. We've all seen the various Harry Potter/Naruto concepts, and either enjoyed or despised them to various degrees for various reasons, but this is my take on it. To my knowledge, this idea, though talked about, is widely unexplored. I might, at a later time, post the alternate prophecy that would go along with this ficlet. Anyways... On with the ficlet!

Jinchuuriki Harry: The Meeting

Harry crept through the dark and depressing chambers.

He kept towards the center of the empty hallway as he could feel the evil radiating off of the walls. The castle/catacombs that he was mysteriously caught in, reminded him of Hogwarts; mysterious, sentient and full of things only seen in dreams.

However, if Hogwarts was the physical manifestation of fantasy, this place was its opposite. It was the physical manifestation of his nightmares. A place Harry had only seen in his most horrifying night terrors and in the one occulmency lesson he had taken with his Uncle Sev years prior.

There were black veins pulsing in the dark grey stone that made up the walls of this place, where ever it was.

Passing by a mirror, Harry's head snapped towards it in shock as he examined his appearance. He was no longer ghostly pale and his eyes where a pure emerald green hue, almond-shaped and non-slitted. He looked as he would have had his mother had she not sealed the Dark Lord within him.

'What is going on?' Harry thought to himself as he unconsciously made his way down the hall.

It wasn't long before he found himself in a throne room. In the very center, sitting in a wicked looking, yet regal, chair was a bald man with snake-like features and glowing red, slitted, eyes. The "Snake Man" as Harry had now dubbed him, seemed to be chained to the chair and the floor.

"Hello... Harry Potter..." he hissed.

"Wh-Who... Are you?" Harry stuttered as he could feel the hatred and pure evil radiating off of the figure sitting before him.

"You haven't guess already... Harry Potter...?" the figure asked in a slightly amused tone. "Though you were barely over a year old when I last saw you... Or rather when you last saw me, as I have spent every moment since that day with you in one way or another."

Harry's eyes widened in realization.

"Voldemort."

The Snake Man smirked, "The one and only. What brings you here to... My... Your... Our? Domain?"

"What?" asked Harry.

"This place... It is the astral plane... The plane of existence that Legilimancers and Occulmens do battle against one another. The place where only a strong mind with an unbreakable will shall truly prevail. Where hours of battle take place over the span of a mere second in the physical realm. This place, is your mind, created from the darkness of your own heart and supplemented by my own. It is in this place where I have been the most use to you, protecting your mind as none, other than Dumbledore, would be capable of."

"Why?"

"Because I have no other choice mostly. You are my container, if you die, I die." Voldemort spat angrily, though whether it was at himself, Harry or Harry's mother, Harry didn't know, but he suspected it was a bit of all three to varying degrees. "And because of my failure, my life is now forfeit. So my only chance at survival at this point is to turn against my old superiors and help you stay alive."

"Wait... What!?"

"Oh, you don't know? You know about me, that much is obvious, due to your lack of surprise at seeing me here bound in chains, however... You seem to have no idea whatsoever as to the fact as to why I was at Godric's Hallow that night, do you?" Voldemort chuckled, "This is oh so good..."

"Wh-What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"The prophecy, the one that foresaw the defeat of the Dark King," said Voldemort, "Of the few who knew of this prophecy, many assumed it was me. That the bloody thing foretold my fall. However, those of us who were... Better informed... Or just plain more intelligent than others, knew otherwise. Though I could easily fit within both categories, I fall under the former, while your mudblood mother is listed in the second. I had been well prepared for anything she could have possibly have used against me that night. I would have won the day, even if she had used ancient magic against me to keep me from harming you. I did not, however, take into account the usage of magic so old and classified that even my superiors were vaguely aware of its existence. Even the Dark King himself would have more than likely have fallen on that night if faced with the Shiki Fuin. Not much can overpower the chilling grip of Death."

"Who-," Harry began, but was interupted by the Dark Lord.

"Who is the Dark King and how did your Mother find out about his existence?" asked Voldemort with a smug smirk on his face.

"How-,"

"Did I know you were going to ask?" Voldemort chuckled. "No, young Potter, I did not use Legilimency on you. Even if the seal did not prevent me from doing so, I wouldn't have needed to, the question was written all over your face. To answer your first question, I do not know. Very few have ever seen him in person, and even fewer have ever spoken to him. I myself have only ever seen him on but three separate occasions and I have only spoken with him twice."

"Oh..." Harry said disappointedly.

Voldemort chuckled again, "The second, was the very last thing I said in the physical realm. The very thing I asked your mother before Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter ceased to be two separate beings."

"What did she say?" asked Harry.

"Gaze upon the mirror, Potter, it operates in the same manner as a muggle television," said Voldemort as he gestured to his right (Harry's left).

A large, full sized mirror appeared.

In it Harry could see Voldemort in a stand off with his mother, who was holding a small baby with scruffy, jet black hair and vivid emerald green eyes. He saw the black markings of the Shiki Fuin on his stomach and watched as the Grim Reaper reached through his mother's body, into his own, and still pass on through into Voldemort's body before grabbing a hold of what Harry assumed to be Voldemort's soul.

Voldemort noted that as Harry watched his hand automatically went to his stomach. For a full three seconds, his face had shown an expression that had never been seen on his face, not even as a child, guilt, with a mix of pity and remorse. However, as his back was turned, Harry missed the look on Voldemort's face entirely.

"Answer me this one last question..." Voldemort panted. "The Dark King... H-How... How did you f-find out... About his existence...?"

Lily Potter's voice and breath was also strained and heavily labored with exertion. "Simple... The one thing most Wizards and Witches lack... Logic... Th-Through out history... The Darkness always came in pairs, Master and apprentice... Even Salazar Slytherin... When he finally succumbed to the temptations of the Dark Arts, had an apprentice... S-Someone to carry on... Their legacy... This has been true of EVERY Dark Lord in h-history... S-save two... You and Lord Grindlewald... I-it's more than coincidence that in the one... c-century that we h-have two Dark Lords that neither seemingly have an apprentice or a master... Y-Your m-master... Will come... And my s-son will be there t-to meet him... I only pray... That h-he'll be... Ready..."

Voldemort's ruby eyes glazed over and dulled as life left his body. He slumped to the floor as the Grim Reaper pulled the soul from his very body. The baby Harry's eyes widened as the Dark Lord's soul was pulled into his body. The child whimpered and cried out in pain as the Dark Lord's soul, magic and dark powers were pulled into his body, the seal burned into his body.

Harry cringed as the magical markings of the seal began to glow brightly and then disappear. However, the child's cries of pain did not lessen, and he could only watch as his mother's face remained twisted in horrific agony at seeing her child in pain and being the cause of it.

Finally, Death's hand passed back through baby Harry's body and back into Lily's for its' payment. Death's bony hand stopped for a short moment inside of Lily's torso, as she slumped to her knees, exhaustion threatening to overcome her.

"I... I am truly sorry... My son... Be strong... My Harry..." she gasped out as Death took her soul from her body. As her emerald eyes dimmed the last thing Lily Potter saw was her son open a pair of silver, snake-like eyes.

Harry fell to his knees. He had seen flashes of this scene in his worst nightmares or whenever the dementors were near, but nothing as clear and concise as this. Nothing could have ever have prepared him to watch his mother's final moments.

"Going to cry, Potter?" Voldemort mocked. "She's dead, get over it."

"Bastard..." Harry hissed and abruptly stood and turned to face Voldemort. His now emerald green eyes blazing with ferocious, righteous, power. It was strong, Voldemort noted, but wild... Untamed... In its' uncontrolled state it was highly volatile. "How dare you!"

'Yes...' Voldemort thought with approval, 'Powerful indeed... And with my powers and natural talent supplementing his own... The potential is limitless...'

"I dare because you are weak!" Voldemort snapped, "Luck will only get you so far, eventually it WILL run out. I dare because, with our combined powers and abilities, you, and myself by extension, could be noted in history as the greatest sorcerers in all existence, even surpassing Merlin himself! I dare because I refuse to allow my container, MY JAILER, to be a weak, pathetic imbecile!"

"And if I could care less?" asked Harry as he calmed down. "I don't want any of that. I have no wish to be some great sorcerer... I only wish to be normal."

"But you do care," said Voldemort, "Your dream to be acknowledged as 'Just Harry' and not as me proves otherwise. Even if that wasn't the case, I have seen the depth of your potential. Even without me, you would have been great. You are powerful and the world would respect that, either with fear or adulation. You, Potter, could never have been normal, only now you don't have a choice, as greatness has been thrust upon you."

Harry sighed. Voldemort was right and he knew it.

"We're alike, you and I," commented Voldemort, "Both more powerful and talented than our peers and even those considered 'our betters'. Both feared by those who can not truly understand. Taunted, ridiculed, overcoming the travesty that was our childhoods."

"You lie!" shouted Harry with conviction that he did not feel.

"You are powerful, Harry, but there will come a time where you will not be enough," warned Voldemort, "A time where you MUST draw on my powers. Dumbledore has done an admirable job at teaching you to control our combined power, but it isn't enough. He isn't enough, your will will not be enough. Even with my help, my influence, it may still not be enough. What will you do then? Only you are capable of shaping, not only our combined future, but that of our world. What will you do?"

Harry did not answer. In truth, he could not.

"Begone Potter... Do not lighten our mindscape until you are ready to embrace our destiny," ordered Voldemort.

Suddenly, the world around Harry began to spin all around him. He was hit with a sensation of weightlessness. Everything then became engulfed in a wave of bright light before becoming enshrouded in a veil of complete darkness. Harry barely noticed as he pondered his conversation with the Dark Lord.

We are alike, you and I...

I dare because you are weak...

Luck will only get you so far...

Dumbledore is not enough...

YOU will not be enough...

Even with my influence, we may still not be enough...

You have the power to shape our futures...

What will you do?

You are NOT ready...

Will you be ready?

Will you embrace our destiny?

YOU NEED ME!

Harry felt the weightlessness recede. Many different stimuli hit his senses all at once. He found himself to be lying down in a soft bed. He could hear quiet, but concerned, whispers all around him as the sterile scent of the environment assaulted his senses. All these things added together could only mean one thing.

He was in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Again.

He confirmed this when he opened his eyes to see a concerned Albus Dumbledore, a worried looking Sirius Black, a tired Remus Lupin, annoyed Severus Snape and a harassed looking Madame Pomphrey all gazing down at him.

"Err... Oops?" rasped Harry as he rejoined the world of the living on the plane of consciousness. He sighed in resignation when he saw that none of the adults were all too amused by his weak attempt at faux innocent humor.