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Dumbledore leaned backwards in his chair after hearing what had happened. Hermione had told him everything with Ron nodding emphasizing and Harry aimlessly staring in front of him. The youngster felt empty. 'I've failed. Tom will still become Voldemort and... he won't even remember me.' His eyes hurt as they felt dry from crying and he was certain they looked red.

"You got lucky," the Headmaster said to Hermione, who nodded with a guilty look on her face. "I don't even want to start about the consequences if that spell hadn't worked, not to start on the ones now it did work. But it did and as nothing seemed to have changed, I suspect Tom doesn't remember Harry. I'm sorry, my boy." Harry hated those pitiful blue eyes.

"I-I should have told him," he mumbled and Ron sighed beside him.

"He would have still tried to kill you." The Boy-Who-Lived briskly turned to him.

"You can't know that! If I had chosen my words correctly, I could have made him understand!" The Weasley gave him a doubtful look and Harry suddenly felt so angry. 'He doesn't want to understand!' "You don't know him! You can't judge him!" he yelled and his friend look surprised at him. The surprise quickly changed in annoyance and Dumbledore intervened before their dispute turned for the worst.

"What's done, is done. What's important now is that we keep in mind that we're dealing with Voldemort and not Tom." His blue eyes sternly stared into Harry's and the youngster's anger dropped to a low pit.

"What if we break the spell?" he had to ask it – he needed hope.

"There isn't a lot of chance we can get close to him and at the moment there isn't a counter." The little bit of hope he had shattered. "Harry, cherish your time together, but remember that Voldemort has split his soul so many times that there isn't a lot of Tom left."

'So, he's my enemy again. My lover turned in my archenemy,' the youngster thought sarcastic and felt his tears appear again.

"I'll... remember that," he mumbled and Hermione squeezed his hand in comfort.

"You should get back to your dorm and get a night of rest. Tomorrow, you'll look with a different perspective at this situation," the Headmaster told them and Harry left feeling helpless.

"I'll work on a counter," Hermione told them when they reached the common room.

"You think that matters?" Ron asked, but the girl ignored him and had her attention focused on the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Harry," green eyes reluctantly looked at her, "he couldn't kill you." It took a minute before the youngster comprehended those words. Then he remembered how Tom hadn't been able to utter the Killing Curse till the end.

"He doesn't have to, he's going to kill my grandfather."

"No," Hermione shook her head, "he cares too much for you. It would make more sense if he demanded custody of you and raised you as his own." That made Harry frown.

"But as nothing has happened, I guess Luna's and my spell worked," the girl continued. "If we can break the spell, there's a chance Tom will overpower Voldemort." Ron looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"You really believe that?" Harry had to ask as that little bit of hope started to grow again.

"Yes!" Hermione said matter-of-fact and Ron just shook his head in disbelieve.

"Then I won't give up hope!" The youngster said and his bushy haired friend brightly smiled.

-THTH-

"I understand you have been having trouble with your dreams, my boy?" Dumbledore asked when Harry had settled himself on the chair in front of his desk. The boy started shifting around on his seat. He didn't want to talk about that because he knew the Headmaster wouldn't be happy with what he would answer.

'I can't tell him I have been letting in those dreams,' he had been searching for a sign of Tom in Voldemort, but Dumbledore wouldn't understand.

"I've noticed that they seemed to have returned after Tom returned."

'How cleanly said.'

"I've been thinking maybe you should start again with your Occulmency classes."

"NO!" Harry response came a little too soon. 'I can't let Snape see... Tom.'

"My boy, don't forget he isn't Tom anymore," Dumbledore sternly said but with a little bit of pity.

"I-I'm just trying to find a clue..." the youngster tried to defend himself and the old man sighed.

"Have you found any?" Reluctantly, Harry shook his head.

"I don't see anything out of the ordinary."

"Don't forget - dear boy - that Voldemort will keep you out unless he wants something from you."

"I know that but..." Green eyes looked into pitiful blue.

"This is Voldemort, the last time he got into your head..." Harry knew what he meant.

'It let to the dead of Sirius,' he sighed knowing the Headmaster was right. "I understand, I'll block him." Dumbledore nodded approvable.

"That was all I wanted to talk to you about." Harry nodded and stood up. He walked to the door before he remembered something and turned back facing the desk.

"I have been wondering about one thing. Could it be that when Tom was here, those dreams have gotten messed up?" The Headmaster's eyes widened intrigued.

"Did you dream something out of the ordinary?"

"Just once, it felt like one of those dreams – and Tom also had a nightmare that night." Dumbledore nodded, asking him to continue. "But it was something that has never happened." The Headmaster closed his eyes for a second before opening them again and nodding.

"It is possible that because Tom was in the same time as Voldemort your connection got messed up and you saw something that still has to take place."

"I saw the future?" Harry asked while a fright caught his heart.

"Could be. I guess we will only know for sure when it has happened." The youngster nodded a little disappointed. He had hoped the Headmaster would have been able to give him more. "I should get to my next class." Dumbledore nodded and Harry left with conflicted feelings.

-THTH-

- One year later -

"Harry!" Hermione stopped the youngster on the middle of the stairs. "You're going to him?" She asked and the boy glanced at her and Ron. They looked dirty from fighting and it hurt him to think they could die because of him.

"I have too," he told her. He had to meet with Voldemort and let him kill him, because he was one of the last Horcruxes.

"Then I'm coming with you, both of us are." Ron nodded agreeing with his girlfriend.

"No..."

"Luna and I have been working on a counter for a whole year now. I'm going to use it on him, even if it kills me," Hermione told him firmly.

"You think it will stop him?" It was hard to still hope that Voldemort would still love him when he remembered – if he remembered.

"It has too, because we can't lose you, mate," Ron stated and it surprised Harry that the Weasley wasn't dead set against that plan.

"If it doesn't, you'll let him kill me!" he told them his condition and they nodded, reluctantly.

-THTH-

As they were walking into the forbidden forest Hermione and Ron started to fall back until Harry felt like he was alone. He started to shiver when he started making out the snake like silhouette of his used to be lover. He also noted they had caught Hagrid, but he couldn't worry about him now. "I was certain he would come." Voldemort told Bellatrix who was standing close to him. He turned his back on him and slowly Harry walked into the clearing. Voldemort heard him and turned back facing him. The Dark Lord starting talking but all the youngster could see, was Tom.

'Will he care when... if he remembers?' he wondered as Voldemort raised his wand. 'This is it!' he realized and held his breath while his heart started a marathon. He had to force his eyes to stay open.

"Ava-!"

"Imperius!"

"Abdere Obliviate Tempus!" It all happened so fast. Bellatrix got thrown backwards while Voldemort got hit by the counter.

'Did it work?' Harry wondered as he dared breathing again and his heart started beating so hard, it was threatening to burst out of his chest. Voldemort just stood there with his wand raised but didn't utter a word.

"My Lord?!" Bellatrix yelled as she crawled back up. All the other followers had started to attack Hermione and Ron, who had showed themselves to keep the enemies attention from Harry.

-THTH-

Voldemort felt his breath quicken. 'It isn't real!' he told himself but the memories kept filling his mind. He could see the loving look in Harry's eyes. The way he would claim those lips every time they split up before class. The memories started coming faster and more intense. He could almost feel the smaller body arching up to him as he was inside him. His senses got overpowered by the scent of the boy's – his boy's skin and his taste. Harry with brown hair and blue eyes and a name floated in.

"Do you have a name in mind?"

"Marvolo Remus." The present he got for Christmas and the feelings those three pictures had forced to the surface.

"I want to protect you... and you happened to be a half-blood." All the words he had said and meant. 'I need information to protect Harry. I need information to protect Harry. I need information to protect Harry.' And the room of requirement had appeared. He remember how he had found out the truth and the despair in his boy's eyes when he had confronted him. The memory he had unconsciously been suppressing, broke through at the end.

"I love you, you know." It had been perfect, the way those green eyes had stared at him, completely trusting him. His heart jumped and he stared surprised at his chest. He had been so good at suppressing all feelings of love, it seemed unreal to feel it thump. His blood red eyes flashed upwards and focused on the boy before him.

'Mine.' His thoughts betrayed him as he took in the hope in those green orbs. His boy looked older and as he remembered Dumbledore still being alive, guessed one year had passed since that fateful day. Suddenly a green light flew past him, heading to Harry. The youngster ducked and rolled over the ground, avoiding the Killing Curse successfully and the Dark Lord turned around, killing the responsible minion without a second thought. 'I'll kill whoever dares to hurt him!' Voldemort was surprised by his own thoughts and turned back to Harry, ignoring Bellatrix's squeak of shock. He stepped closer to the boy and the relief that the youngster didn't step backwards, hit him hard. 'I can't be feeling this!' he told himself, but he couldn't stop. His lips started mouthing something, but he didn't register what. Vaguely he noted that the fight around him had stopped as Harry got flanked by his two friends. Voldemort even remembered them – how he had preferred the mudblood over the pureblood. Both were pointing there wands at him, but they didn't attack. Slowly the Dark Lord took another step closer while dropping his wand. "-lo. Marvolo," he heard his voice and finally realized what he had been mouthing. Green eyes widened and the boy took a couple steps forward.

"Tom!" he called with a voice full of hope, making Voldemort's heart thump again.

"I haven't heard that name in years," the Dark Lord answered while a smirk broke through on his lips.

"You remember?!"

"Apparently I do." Blood red eyes narrowed almost with a playful tease in them.

"I'm sorry!" The boy surprised him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I was scared... of losing you." Voldemort's heart started a marathon.

'This can't be good for my heart,' he decided and he closed his eyes for a moment. 'I can't go back... I'm not Tom, I'm Voldemort and Harry isn't my lover, but my enemy. I can't... love him anymore. I'm not capable.' "Apology accepted," he smirked as he raised his wand again. "But it's too late..."

"Harry!" Green eyes glanced at the half giant behind him and he felt a flash of jealousy.

'I could just keep him as a toy,' the Dark Lord suggested to himself and smirked again. 'As long as everybody else thinks he's dead, I can keep him.' "Why don't we continue with what we were doing?" he chuckled and Harry stepped backwards, losing the hope in his eyes. Reality had dawned to him.

"Fumus cribrare![1]" The mudblood suddenly yelled and smoke quickly hid the trio from sight. Voldemort's chuckles increased.

'Fine, I'll let you go this time,' he thought and watched the smoke screen evaporate. To his surprise one silhouette came in the clearing and a heat appeared in his chest when he recognized Harry. 'Never one to give up,' he admired that. "The Boy-Who-Lived come to die," he chuckled. "Avada Kedavra!" And his boy flew in the air as he also fell backwards. Crawling back up he ordered Narcissa to check on the boy. 'If there's one person who can survive the Killing Curse, then it is Harry Potter. If he lives, he'll continue living as my toy,' he told himself as he waited almost eager to hear his boy lived. When Narcissa confirmed the boy's dead, his heart fell. 'It has always had to end like this,' he told himself as he turned his back on the body of his used-to-be lover. He signalled his minions to get Hagrid on his feet. It was time to show the world there saviour had died.

-THTH-

Harry felt himself being carefully lift up and he felt pity for Hagrid but he couldn't let him know he was still alive, not yet. The one carrying stumbled forwards and he registered Voldemort's voice. 'He really doesn't care…' He realized and felt a pain in his heart. He had lost Tom. Voldemort kept praising his winning and showing off with Harry's 'death' body. It hit him hard to hear his friends cry over him before a silence settles over them. The Dark Lord suddenly stopped with talking and started mocking Neville who seemly had stepped forward. His dark blond friend preached the courage back in everyone and Voldemort let out an angry hiss.

"Draco!" Lucius' and Narcissa's voices suddenly ordered their son to come to them, to the dark side, but Harry suspected that they would just leave when they had their son back.

"Draco!" Neville also yelled and another silence settled over the court.

'It's time he chooses…' Harry realized and almost felt pity for Draco. He wanted to open his eyes and watch who the Malfoy would chose, but he couldn't. Right now he had an advantage.

"HAGGER!" Grawp suddenly announced his arrival and that was the trigger for the continuation of the war. Harry jumped up, grabbed his invisibility cloak and hid himself from view. His eyes immediately moved over the plaza and stopped at Neville, just in time to see him cutting Nagini's head off with the sword of Gryffindor. Draco was laying behind him, staring up in awe at the Gryffindor.

'I guess he chose Neville,' Harry couldn't help himself and felt a flare of relief. The Slytherin had hurt his friend more than enough – he would have killed him if he had turned his back on Neville in the end.

"Harry!" Hagrid started desperately yelling from behind him and green eyes turned to the half giant, but stopped on Voldemort. Blood red eyes were staring at Hagrid with eagerness.

'He can't be relieved that I'm all of a sudden gone,' Harry told himself and got up. McGonagall appeared from nowhere and started attacking the Dark Lord. Two more wizards joined in the battle, but Voldemort had the upper hand. Harry started making his way towards him and all of them entered the castle. He watched Molly kill Bellatrix to protect Ginny and felt proud of the woman. Voldemort didn't appreciate the Weasley killing his most loyal minion and pointed his wand at her.

"Protego!" Harry yelled while throwing his cloak off. Blood red eyes looked at the barrier and slid over heads until he found him. The eagerness rose again and the Dark Lord stepped towards him. Yells of him still being alive filled the room, but Harry and Voldemort had only eyes for each other.

"I knew you wouldn't die," the Dark Lord chuckled almost happily.

"Tom, please repent. It isn't too late, it's never too late," the youngster almost begged.

"Oh, poor Harry, never one to give up. I'll reward you for that. I won't kill you." Green eyes looked confused.

'He won't kill me? Are Tom's feelings surfacing?'

"No, it would be a waste to kill you. I'll keep you as a pet. I'll adore your body just like I did before. I'll drown you in pleasure, wouldn't you like that?" Voldemort lecherous suggested while stepping forward with his arms open in an inviting gesture.

"No, Tom, it has to end here. If you won't repent, one of us will die here." The Dark Lord's eyes twitched.

"I used to want to protect you. I would have killed anyone who dared to touch you. I won't let my efforts go to waste."

'Tom's breaking through,' Harry realized.

"Why don't I give you a present for your effort? I'm certain you have been curious about the spell I used to get you to me." Green eyes widened. They had been searching for that spell and tried different combinations but without success. "I used the Identify Soulbonds solution combined with the Bonded Calling incantation." Harry shook his head.

"No, that can't be. We tried that." Blood red eyes widened.

"You've tried to call me?" Voldemort almost sounded honoured. "But that you failed isn't a surprise – I changed an ingredient."

"Which one?" Harry felt the hope he had lost grow again. 'If I know the spell, I could still safe him.'

"I replaced the Occamy eggshells with the powder of the horn of a Romanian Longhorn." The youngster repeated the change in his head.

"I see that has motivated you." Voldemort chuckled. "So, now what will it be? A life spend as a pet or another chance to travel through time?" Harry felt like he was mocking him and he rose Draco's wand.

"Let's end this!" The youngster started. He hoped he was correct about the Elder Wand.

"I wouldn't want it otherwise," the Dark Lord chuckled raising his wand.

"So tell me, Tom, that wand, it still isn't working to your liking, is it?" Blood red eyes narrowed. "You killed the wrong one, Severus Snape was never the master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore."

"He killed him..."

"You aren't listening. Snape didn't defeat Dumbledore. Both of them had agreed that Snape would kill Dumbledore. Dumbledore wanted to die undefeated..."

"Then I won, I took it from Dumbledore's grave against his will!"

"Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard. The Elder Wand already had a new master before Dumbledore's death. One who never even knew he was the master of the most powerful wand in the world." Voldemort's hand started to shake. "The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

"What does it matter? I'll kill him after I've chained you to my bed and had my way with you." Harry forced himself to ignore that last part.

"You're too late. You've had your chance and I've beaten you. I've disarmed Draco weeks ago and took this wand from him," he moved the wand in his hand. "So the question is: does the Elder Wand know I disarmed Draco, because if it does... then I'm the true master of the Elder Wand." The Dark Lord was shaking in anger.

"Then if I kill you, I'll be the true master. Let's see if you can survive a third time!" Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!" The spells flew against each other and the youngster saw Voldemort lose control over the Elder Wand. What happened next, happened so fast. Harry's spell won against the Dark Lord's and pushed the Killing Curse back to its caster. Only half a meter from him, Voldemort lost his grip on de Elder Wand and Harry watched how the wand started to twirl, hitting the Dark Lord with his own spell. Next thing he knew, was that he had caught the wand out of the air and Voldemort was laying dead before him. "T-Tom?" he whispered, but knew this was the end.

-THTH-

"Harry?" Hermione carefully asked as the youngster was copying a spell. "I'm sorry, but he's gone."

"Here's the Identify Soulbonds solution," Neville appeared from behind a rack and Harry glanced at him before nodding. Draco was following the Gryffindor like a pet dog and hugged him from behind when they stopped beside Harry.

"Thanks," the youngster mumbled while writing down the ingredients and copying his writing to a second paper.

"Stop it! Harry you need to stop!"

"What's going on in here?" Ron asked entering the librarian with his sister and Luna. "Why aren't you with the others?"

"To – Voldemort told me the spell he used and which ingredient he changed," Harry told them, now all of them were present.

"What!" Hermione yelled in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me?" Green eyes glanced at her and Ron.

"You two seemed busy." And both turned scarlet.

"Neville... and Draco helped me." The Slytherin nodded at him.

"I can make the potion," the Malfoy said still clinging to the dark blond and said blond glanced at him.

"Isn't it time you go and see your parents?"

"They've already been taking into custody." Draco mumbled, like that was an excuse.

"You won't be put in Azkaban," Neville seemed to know exactly what was bothering the Slytherin.

"But they will take me into custody and..." His grip on the other tightened. "...I want to help first." Harry understood him more than the Slytherin would like. His fear was clear in his greyish eyes. Every time he looked at Neville, he was staring at him like it could be the last time. He wanted to do something for the Gryffindor, making sure he wouldn't leave him or forget him.

"You two can start on the potion. The rest needs to help me with the incantation." Neville and Draco nodded and the Gryffindor picked up the paper, Harry had just copied, before pulling Draco out of the library.

"Do you really need help with that incantation or do you just want to give them some time alone?" Hermione asked watching the couple leave.

"Both. The incantation Tom used was one to pull me to him, but I don't want to call him to me – I want to bring myself to him." Ron pulled an odd face, but Luna nodded in understanding.

"Suddenly appearing in another room will make him put up his defences. In his own territory, he will overestimate the situation." Harry nodded and the Weasley looked surprisingly at her.

"You want the change the spell, so it will take you to him." Ginny said a little forced and Harry guessed she was still shaken up from the lost of her brother.

"Yes..."

"Okay, let's see what we've got to work with," Hermione interrupted and pulled the book facing her. "He used the Bonded Calling incantation?" Harry nodded as Luna stepped beside Hermione. Both girls read the spell and started making suggestions to each other.

'They must have worked the same way on the counter for Tom,' the youngster thought with a smile.

"What change did Tom make to the potion?" Luna asked nicely.

"He replaced the Occamy eggshells with the powder of the horn of a Romanian Longhorn." Once more he repeated Voldemort's sentence in his head.

"Where's Neville going to get those ingredients?" Ron wondered aloud. "I'm certain Slughorn or Snape has – had most or else Draco knows a way to get them," Harry answered, feeling guilty over the way he had treated the deceased professor. The Weasley grumbled something under his breath, but the youngster ignored him as he watched Hermione and Luna discus something.

"We have an idea." His bushy haired friend suddenly turned to him. "That should work if we use the horn of a Romanian Longhorn instead of Occamy eggshells."

"Change silver with gold," Luna added and got an odd look from Ron.

"The eggshell's made from silver and the horn from gold." Ginny mumbled as explanation and Luna agreed with a nod.

"Do you actually know why normally the Occamy eggshells are added?" Hermione asked with a teasing glint in her eyes.

"Of course, those make it possible to combine a spell with an incantation," her boyfriend answered with raised head and the girl had to giggle.

"At least you were listening," she mumbled and they shared a moment with their eyes locked.

"What could work?" Harry got them back to the subject.

"A time travel spell Luna and I have been working on," Hermione turned back to the living and surprised everyone. "You were heartbroken when Tom returned to his time, so we thought that if we could make such a spell, you could follow him and make up."

"And stop the war?" Ron asked astonished and the girls nodded.

"Till now it had always failed, but we had never thought about using the horn of a Romanian Longhorn."

"Why not?" Ron had to ask.

"Well, it's really expensive because not a lot of people survive a meeting with the dragon."

"Then I wonder how Tom got his hands on it," Harry wondered, but nobody could or wanted to give an answer.

"How will Neville and Draco get their hands on it?" Ginny said in a quiet voice.

"Maybe we should go and see if they need help," Harry suggested and the others nodded.

"Luna and I will finish the spell and meet you in the potion classroom," Hermione said and Harry left with the two siblings. They descended a stair that was still whole and suddenly heard a muffled yell. They shared one look and immediately started searching. After a couple of minutes they found a young girl, a first year stuck under a couple of pillars.

"Hold on!" Ginny encouraged her and the Weasleys used their wands to raise the pillars while Harry pulled the girl free. A quick survey made clear that her legs were completely crushed. "We need to get her to the Great Hall." Ginny said while her hands hovered over the bloody wounds.

"I'll take her," Ron announced and Harry looked up at him in surprise.

"Sorry mate, but the only thing you can think about it that loverboy of yours and Ginny isn't strong enough to carry her." The Boy-Who-Lived couldn't deny that.

"Okay, take her." The Weasley nodded while he kneeled down and picked up the girl bridle-style. Harry waited until his friend and the wounded girl had disappeared from his sight before turning back to Ginny. "Let's go," he took a step in the direction of the potion class but a hand stopped him. Surprised he looked back at the youngest Weasley.

"Harry, I..." she hesitated and the youngster hope she wasn't about to do what he thought she was. "I-I know Tom," she spat the name, "is the only one in your eyes, but maybe it has to end like this!"

"Ginny..."

"No, think about it, you two are completely different! You don't belong together! You should find someone in your own time."

"Ginny..." Harry tried again.

"Why-why can't you look at me?" The youngster pitied her. "I-I like you!" she had finally said it.

"I know," Harry sighed and the girl looked hurt. "You're a great friend and I really appreciate you, but that's all." Ginny looked like she was going to cry and that she looked like hell, only made it worst. "I'm sorry, but I love Tom." She nodded while sniffing.

"I know," she mumbled, "but you can't blame a girl for trying, can you?" Ginny tried to smile and the youngster felt bad. He had tried to postpone this moment and had actually started to entertain the idea that she would never say anything.

"Come here," he hugged her close and patted her back. They stayed like that for a minute until Ginny pulled herself free.

"Thanks," she smiled. "Let's continue."

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[1] Smoke screen!