AN: So I realize this has been like over a decade old but I thought why not? I miss FF! Cheers to another Chapter and more to come!

Chapter 2-

The next week seemed to pass without incident for Harry. Mrs. Weasley's cleaning of headquarters seemed to be finally ending and the house was as homely as could be expected of the ancient house of Black. Harry for the most part kept to himself without anyone else asking him if he was doing okay. Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent time together with meaningless small talk and playing chess. Hermione was leaving today to go back to her parents home for the rest of the summer now that the Order had established proper security at her parents residence. The Weasleys and Harry were to remain at Headquarters for the duration of summer break, much to Harry's displeasure.

Harry watched as Hermione hugged and said goodbyes to all the Weasleys. She then turned to Harry.

"Harry, stay safe. I'll write as often as I can, okay?" She whispered as she held him in a tight hug. She then turned to leave with Kingsley and Tonks.

"You too, Hermione." Harry let go of his friend and gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Ready, Miss Granger?" it was Kingsley. Hermione nodded and then the three of them left the house while the Weasleys and Harry watched from the entry way. When they opened the door, Harry felt the hot sunrays hit his face and was longing for it. He had the sudden urge to sprint past Hermione and the leaving Order members just for a moment of freedom. However, he didn't move from his spot and the fleeting feeling of running into the street vanished in an instant the second the door slammed shut.

"Everyone let's go get some lunch," it was Mrs. Weasley, "How about some roast sandwiches? And fresh pumpkin juice, yes?"

Harry, who was still barely eating and more miserable by the minute, excused himself to go get washed up. Ron gave him a small smile as he and his brothers and sister followed their mother into the kitchen. Harry walked up the stairs as slow as he could and once entering the bathroom let his face fall into its now more permanent downward slope of the ultimate depression.

Once in the bathroom, Harry turned on the faucet and let the cool water run over his fingers as he was deep in thought. Well, Hermione is gone back to her parents and it's just the Weasleys and me, the orphan, the unwanted, the-boy-who-lived, the…

Harry's thoughts were stopped as stooped down, having removed his glasses on the counter, and drowned his face in his hands full of cool sink water.

The one who killed his only family member left.

Harry, half blind without his glasses, opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. To his surprise and horror, he saw someone, mostly a dark figure, standing behind him. Whipping around he drew his wand from his back pocket and pointed it around the bathroom. His free hand reached back and grabbed his glasses and plunged them onto his face crooked. Everything became clear and it was obvious that no one was in the bathroom with him.

Harry turned back around to the mirror and saw himself and directly behind him, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort eye's danced with amusement as he smirked at Harry. Harry stood there gaping at him like a fish out of water. Realizing that Voldemort wasn't in the room but in the mirror Harry spoke, "What the hell?"

I'm losing my mind, Harry thought, I'm seeing Voldemort inside of the Headquarters of the Order.

"Harry, I can see you're a little surprised by my presence. Is this a bad time?" He spoke in pasletoungue.

"I don't understand… you.. you..," words seemed to fail Harry, " you cant be here. It's not possible!"

"I'm not really 'here' though am I?" Voldemort was still smirking at him from the mirror. He appeared to be only a few feet behind Harry. Voldemort reached up to his hood and pulled it back so that his face was now clear. Harry could only stare. Voldemort didn't look like Voldemort anymore. He was human-like. Thick black hair and smooth pale skin now replaced the hideous monster that Harry had seen only a few months ago at the ministry. Voldemort appeared as a handsome Tom Riddle now in his mid-thirties. The only indication of any kind of monster lay in his red eyes which, Harry was almost thankful for, had not changed from their last encounter.

"Where are we Harry?," he asked Harry as though they were old friends, no hint of the cold blooded murder in his voice, "Perhaps, Headquarters? For a certain Order? Is that where they are hiding you now?"

"No!" Harry shouted at him, his senses now coming back to him. His face in rage, wand at the ready pointing at the mirror and directly over the heart of his enemy. Panic was rising in Harry. Could Voldemort really see him? Is this real?

"Harry, you might as well as lower your wand. I told you, I'm not really here. This is all in your head. Surely Dumbledore told you we have a connection? This is my projection of that connection. I cannot see anything… but you." He smirked at Harry as their eyes met. Green and red, hatred and curiosity, confusion and panic…

"What do you want?" Could he trust what Voldemort was saying? Was it just Harry that the monster saw?

"I wanted to speak with you. I have been making attempts to seek you out, but it seems that Dumbledore hasn't returned you to your muggle relatives this summer, has he?"

"That's none of your concern where I am. Go away! I don't want this connection. I don't want to see you here or anywhere else!"

While Voldemort merely continued to stare at him in calm amusement, Harry was shaking with rage.

"Harry.."

"DON'T CALL ME HARRY!"

"Harry, you alright up there?" it was Ron's voice from the floor below. Harry turned to look towards the door for a split second before turning back to the mirror.

Harry looked into Voldemort's eyes as Voldemort raised an eyebrow and shifted his head to the left, a smirk still in place on his face, as if to challenge Harry to tell his friend that he was standing there talking to Lord Voldemort in the bathroom. Could he hear Ron?

"I cannot see him." Harry visibly relaxed, "But I can hear him." Tension built up again. Harry couldn't let Voldemort hear anything anyone had to say. If no one else could see him in the mirror who knows what they would say not knowing that Lord Voldemort was listening…

"I'm fine! Be down in a minute!" Harry shouted back down to Ron.

Harry turned back to the mirror to address the ever patient Dark Lord himself, "Go away," he whispered, "Whatever you have to say… no matter what you think… I don't care. I have nothing to say to you. Leave me alone."

"I think you will find that I have a lot to say and it is very important… to the both of us."

Harry didn't interrupt and Voldemort seemed to take that as a sign to continue.

"First, this connection we share. I realize that it was given to you that night in Godric's Hollow so long ago. Part of myself lives inside you, which I'm sure the dear Headmaster has informed you already as he has attempted and failed to teach you Occlumency this past year…"

Harry felt his insides freeze. How did Voldemort know that Harry had Occlumency lessons last year? Did he know that they were with one of his own? With Snape? Did Snape tell him?

"So, while we share this connection, no amount of Occlumency will keep the other out indefinitely. It is for that reason that I can project myself to you through a reflection device, such as a mirror. However, as I stated earlier that does not allow me access to wherever you are. I cannot see where you are. I only see you staring at me through the mirror from which I am looking at you through."

Voldemort paused as he allowed Harry to process this information. So, Voldemort is looking at me through a mirror while I'm also staring at him through a mirror. He cannot see anything or anyone but me… but he can hear others..

"You said you could hear him," Harry said finally interrupting his own thoughts and pointing at the door. Harry lowed his hand, hadn't Voldemort just explained that he couldn't see the door?

"The sounds are muffled but yes I can hear them. Perhaps it has more to do with the auditory noises going through your mind and into mine. I can honestly say I'm not sure but yes I heard someone call you… your friends perhaps?"

"Never mind any of that. Why are you here? What do you want?"

"Ah, back to business then? Yes? Well, you see I have been researching for some time what happened to me all those years ago. You know that I sought the prophecy…"

"And failed!" Harry sneered at him.

Voldemort's face was no longer amused but annoyed. His red eyes flashed with a sudden hatred.

"Yes, Harry, my friends failed me in some respects… but not in others…" He smirked at Harry. He knew he had hit a nerve, bringing up Sirius's death.

"Fuck you!" Harry whispered with as much hatred as he could muster. His eyes now held unushered tears, his wand shaking from anger.

"Well Harry, now you see how I feel. I lost the prophecy, which is the only thing I wanted so desperately, and you lost your last family member, your godfather. It is a shame that we both lost something so dear to us. And this brings me to why I am here to begin with, I want you to do something for me…"

Harry just started at him, mouth open. Voldemort wanted him to do something. Voldemort was asking him for a favor? The world was spinning, and Harry was going insane, he was sure of it.

"I think you will find it will benefit the both of us. You see, when I lose, Harry, You also lose. But when one of use wins, the other also wins."

"You want me to join you?" Harry paused, then burst out laughing. "I'm going insane. Voldemort wants me to join him."

"Not quite, Harry. I want you to go back to Hogwarts and ask the Headmaster for a re-sorting."

"A what?"

"A resorting. You are going to enter your sixth year at Hogwarts this year and it's about time that you feel at home there."