** Parings - Harry Potter x Voldemort/Tom

Sumarry: Voldemort discovers that Harry is his seventh Horcrux. Now what will he do to get Harry on his side during the war. –This takes place during the final battle in the seventh book- Harry x Voldemort / Tom

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"Normal talk"
Parsletongue
'thoughts'
"Emphasis"
'mental speech'
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The Dark Lord paced back and forth in his study. He needed to understand how this was all possible.

How could he not have sensed Harry was his Horcrux? How was it possible that a human-like being to become a Horcrux? Why was Harry's personality so different from his other Horcruxes?

There were so many questions yet so little answers. Was it possible for two souls to exist in one body? If so, then could the Dark Lord make his Horcrux the dominant one?

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Harry waited till he was alone with Hermione and Ron.

"What did Voldemort say Harry?" Hermione asked as she rested her hand on Harry's. They were still in the hospital wing.

"It's alright mate," Ron said, "You can trust us."

"I'm . . . still his Horcrux . . ." Harry's voice was shaking. Dumbledore was 100% positive that the Horcrux was gone. Harry saw the dying thing itself.

"We can't be sure of that. He could have been lying." Ron tried to assure him.

"I understood him Ron. If I wasn't his Horcrux I wouldn't be able to." They all knew he was right.

"I'll . . . have to kill myself . . ."

"Like hell you are!" Ron was fuming, Hermione tried to calm him down.

Harry looked out the window. Thanks to everyone's magic the castle was repaired. Everything looked peaceful for the moment.

He hated this war, so much death and pain. Magical creatures were being pit against each other, killing their brothers and sisters. How could one man create such destruction?

'Through pain, for pain can become power.'

"What?" Harry said out loud. Ron and Hermione gave him a strange look. "We didn't say anything." Hermione told him.

"Are you-"

"I'm fine. . . Can I have some time alone to think?"

"Sure Harry." They left and Harry laid back down on the bed.

'Great,' he thought 'I'm going mad.'

'Are you sure about that?'

'Who are you?' Harry closed his eyes, hoping this voice was not Voldemort.

'Why don't you come and see for yourself.'

Suddenly Harry found himself in the Chamber of Secrets. He turned to the face engraved in the wall and there was man standing there. He looked about Harry's age.

"Who are you?" He called out to him.

The teen turned around, smirking at Harry. "I'm you."

The teen in front of him was Harry, another Harry. He looked exactly like Harry except for his red snake like eyes, he was paler, and had the Slytherin crest on his robes.

Harry took several steps back, taken back by the sight in front of him.

The other Harry chuckled. I see you are confused little boy.

Who are you? Harry asked him.

I already told you, I am you. However the part that mainly belongs to our creator.

Our creator?

You know him well. The other Harry purred, a smile drawing across his face.

When Harry didn't respond the other elaborated.

Our creator . . . Tom Marvolo Riddle.