Harry POV

I gaped slightly, Voldemort sent Nagini to confront me? Why not have Wormtail, or whoever his spy is,do it? That would be easier and a lot less suspicious.

~He is interested in me? Why should I trust the Dark Lord?~

~Yes, he is, it would be wise to decide on you own why you should or shouldn't trust him.. I have permission from my Master to tell you the truth about him. Will you listen and not run, or attack?~

I sat on the hard cement floor, contemplating what she had said. The truth about him? Will it be completely different like everything else has been? I suppose there is only one way to find out.

~Very well, Nagini, I will listen. However, I will not promise to follow him, even after you tell me the truth.~

~That is fine, all I am required to do is speak with you, and decide whether or not to give you something before I depart.~

I spelled a cushioning charm on the floor underneath myself and the three snakes around me. Zuna and Aphroda had been calmly sitting and listening, so if they also find Nagini as no threat, I see no reason to do so myself. I nodded to Nagini to show I was ready for her to begin.

~I will start at the beginning, when Tom Riddle was still going to the Orphanage. There, he suffered much abuse. Because of this, and knowing he's different, he lashed out. However, he also learned. At first, he was afraid of what he could do, then the more he practiced the more comfortable with his magic he became.~Nagini's tone seemed sad, near the end, as though she wished she could have found him sooner to help him. She probably did wish that, as she probably would have been able to save Tom from becoming Voldemort.

~Then Dumbledore came to see Tom, and promised him a great life, one that's far away from his abusers. Where he can be happier. Tom, of course, eagerly agreed to go with Dumbledore, not realizing he had intentions of damaging Tom even more than he already was. Because Dumbledore was afraid of Tom's potential, of being stronger than he was.

Dumbledore wanted to eliminate the threat before it became too strong. Dumbledore's fear grew stronger when Tom was sorted into Slytherin, and became the smartest wizard in the school. This caused Dumbledore to make many mistakes, and inadvertently pushed Tom into becoming Voldemort.~

I raised an eyebrow, somehow the fact that Dumbledore made Voldemort doesn't surprise me.

~Dumbledore made Professor Slughorn tell Tom about the Horcruxes, and put compulsions on Tom to create multiple. Dumbledore thought that, this way, Tom would destroy himself in the process. He didn't expect Tom to be able to succeed in creating more than one. Dumbledore saw how Tom was becoming darker each year, and more insane, thus weaker.

However, he did not count on Tom finding me, on one of his strolls in the Forbidden Forest. I saw what Tom was becoming, and knew that he didn't want to be such a monster, so I helped him. I left at random times, usually when Tom was able to remain in control of himself, and found each of his hidden Horcruxes. After I would find one, I brought it back to him, and forced his body to reabsorb the soul piece.~

'Wait, what? This isn't… so, me being here changed Tom's timeline as well? Could this be bad, or good? I am not sure… but I am sure that Dumbledore is the bad guy in this time. Although, what Dumbledore has done to Tom isn't all that different than what he did in the time that I grew up in, for the most part. Though I didn't know a whole lot about his past.'

~When Dumbledore realized what was happening, he tried to kill me. He nearly succeeded in doing so three different times. However, Tom managed to save me each time, to the annoyance of Dumbledore. So, he eventually decided to try and simply kill Tom. He failed miserably. In his attempts, he destroyed four different muggle towns, and killed thousands of bystanders without a single care. Women, children, old, young, he did not care. If they were in the way, Dumbledore would simply kill them.

Tom is trying to get rid of Dumbledore, and help the Wizarding World get back on its feet and out of Dumbledore's manipulative clutches. He would like for you to lend him your strength. He would name you his heir, and would not mark you as he does his other followers. Also, Tom has one of his most trusted followers here at school. He is a student as well, and has managed to become Tom's most trusted ally. Will you lend us your help?~

I watched as Nagini gave a small bow as she spoke her request. Should I accept, and help? I can't get over the fact Dumbledore killed so many and didn't even care. As for his spy, I still have doubts on if it's Wormtail or not.

~Nagini, who is Tom's student Follower?~

~His name is Sirius Black, he is pretending to be a Gryffindor, to get on Dumbledore's good side for Tom. This way, Sirius gets away with more.~

Sirius is his follower? Oh Merlin, I was rather hoping my assumptions would not be correct. Him being the spy though could be better than the other option. Sirius would be easier to work with instead of Wormtail. I take a small breath, coming to a decision.

~I see.I think I will accept your request. I will help Voldemort get rid of Dumbledore.~

I could practically feel Nagini's joy at my words. 'I really can't just leave this time, knowing I have left Voldemort to defeat Dumbledore on his own. So much for being the one who has to defeat Voldemort. I also can't leave my wolf to fend for himself. I really need to figure this whole 'what-do-I-feel' thing out.' I gave a small sigh, and looked back at Nagini.

~You said you had something to give to me?~

~Oh, yes, here.~ I watched as Nagini uncurled her tail, revealing a rolled up parchment. I took the parchment and unrolled it, only to find nothing written or drawn on the surface.

~It's blank.~

~Yes. Tom charmed it so you could use it to speak with him. Just write something on it, and it will disappear on your piece and appear on his piece of the parchment. And vise-versa. If he writes something on his, it will appear on yours. It is also spelled so that someone can't read it over your shoulder as you are writing.~

~Oh, cool, this will come in handy.~

~One more thing, if you look at the bottom right corner, you will see a letter T on that side, and an S on the other side. Sirius has received a parchment that matches yours and Tom's so you are able to speak with him in secret as well. All you have to do is use the other side of the parchment to write.~

~Thank you. I should probably go, Remus will be wondering what happened to me. I will contact Voldemort as soon as I am able. Until next time, Nagini. Goodbye, Zuna, Aphroda. I will visit again as soon as I am able.~ I stood up to leave, not removing the cushioning charm from under the other three. It will wear off as soon as they move from their spot, though.

~Harry, in answer to your previous question before you leave. You will know you love someone when you notice certain things. You become protective of them, you constantly think about them, you want to always be near them, and you get these fluttery, nervous, and happy feelings when you're around them. I hope that will help you.~

~Thank you, Zuna, I will keep that in mind.~ I gave a small smile, before exiting the Chamber.

Do I really love Remus? I paused, feeling my heart jump happily at those words. I love Remus. I want to protect him, I want to always be by his side, I love seeing him, I love everything about him, including his flaws. I can't leave this time, knowing he is in danger. I need to keep my wolf safe. My wolf… I smiled, and walked towards the room I share with him. It all makes sense now, all these thoughts I have of him, how I feel so safe when in his arms, and how I never want to leave him. I am completely in love with Remus John Lupin. The question is, does he feel the same?

Also, what about the fact I'm from the future? I hate hiding so much from him...so, I'll tell him the truth. He deserves to know, after all. With that decided, I continued on my way, oblivious to the person following behind me in the shadows.

Remus POV

I had managed to fall into a decent sleep for the first time in a while. I wasn't really expecting to be jolted awake by a muffled scream after only a few hours. My eyes shot open at the sound, my body freezing in shock as I tried to figure out what was going on. After sniffing the air, I realized what was going on. I could very easily smell the fear and slight sweat coming from where Harry slept.

Without much thought I was out of my bed and standing beside him a few moments later. The second I saw Harry start to thrash around again, in what was most definitely pain, I attempted to gently shake him awake. Unfortunately it didn't work like I planned. With a worried frown, I shook harder, only for him to nearly punch me in the jaw.

"No! Please stop!" Harry yelled out again. Now feeling quite desperate to wake him from this nightmare, I climbed into the thrashing body. If I can't hold him down long enough, then I will clearly need to build more muscle. I felt rather proud for a split second when I managed to actually secure Harry under me. When he let out a whimper, I took in a deep breath.

"HARRY!" I tried to say it with as much force and as loud as I could. The moment I felt his body stiffen under mine I knew he heard me. But he hadn't opened his eyes yet. 'Please Harry, wake up. I hate seeing you in all this pain.' I wanted to say that but I couldn't bring myself to. Instead, I said something less personal.

"Harry please wake up, it is just a dream," I breathed out a sigh of relief when he finally opened his eyes.

"Remus," I winced at the sound of his voice, hoarse from screaming. I loosened my grip, not wanting to cause him any more harm.

"Harry... are you going to be okay now?" I kept the worry from showing too much in my voice and expression.

"Sorry," Harry whispered, looking at my eyes.

"Its okay Harry. Please, try and get some more sleep," I stood and turned to leave, but Harry's hand around my wrist stopped me.

"Please stay," The emotion in his voice, and slight fear in his eyes, made my heart clench.

"Okay."

I crawled into the bed next to him, my hand running through his hair as he fell asleep. I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't leave him on his own either. I sighed, and soon fell asleep as well.

I woke to the scent of blood. Nothing else but the strong scent registered as I untangled myself from Harry's slumbering form. All at once, my focus was drawn to all the red surrounding Harry's arm, and the large gash on his bicep that seemed to still be leaking the red substance.

"Oh, Merlin," I breathed, my hands automatically going to the cut, my wand already in my strong grip. 'Who the hell did this to my Harry? They will pay dearly for this. After I figure out how the they managed to sneak passed me.' I let out a low growl, casting one healing spell after the other. I didn't know very many of them, but I knew enough. Saying the last spell to clean up the mess of blood, I made sure his arm was healed. Sighing at the sight of a thin scar left behind, I moved to lay back down.

'We can always go and see if Madame Pomfrey can get rid of the scar later.' I sniffed the air again, only to still smell a lot of blood. This time though, I also smelled another Gryffindor. Sniffing again, I was able to associate it with Felix. 'What the was he doing in here? Don't tell me it was him that harmed Harry? That seems to be the only explanation, even if it does seem unlikely that he would do this. Then again, I've never talked to him. Okay, so where is the rest of the blood I'm smelling?'

I soon found the source, on the wall above our heads. Growling lightly, my body tense, I couldn't make sense of what was written. Harry Potter? Who the bloody hell is Harry Potter? The only Potter I know is James. And the only Harry here is Harry Evott, not Potter. Glancing down at Harry, who is still asleep, I jabbed a finger into his shoulder.

"Remus? What's wrong?" Harry moved, learning on his elbows with his head tilted in my direction. Pointing at the wall, he followed with his eyes.

"Shit," Was all he could manage to say, before spelling the wall clean of the blood. I looked at him, nervous to hear what was going on.

"Harry? Why was Potter written and not Evott? Why was it written in blood? Is there someone who wants to hurt you? Why do I smell Felix? What-" I rambled on, the nerves getting to me. I need to know. Harry still hasn't told me much of anything about himself. He is still a mystery to me, though I still somehow managed to-

"I can't exactly say why they put Potter instead of Evott, not yet at least. I do believe someone wishes to kill me, but who, or what, is Felix?" Harry's words broke through my thoughts. I once again froze at what he said. Someone wants to kill him? Who? Why? I feel the need to protect Harry grow stronger than it already had been, and I swallow heavily.

"Will you ever tell me anything?" I whispered. "Felix is a Gryffindor," I glanced down at his arm where the new scar sat, and seeing the question in Harry's gaze I continued talking, "I healed the gash on your arm. It was pretty deep, so I couldn't heal it enough to avoid a scar. Though we can go to Madame Pomfrey and ask if she can fix it." I gave an apologetic smile at this.

"It's okay, thank you for healing it the best you could," Harry smiled. "It is probably Felix who wants to hurt me. Also, I will tell you everything if, and when I find I am able to. I promise," I frowned as Harry stood from the bed, "I also apologize for last night. Though I am curious, how did Felix manage to get passed you?"

I paused at the question, thinking for a moment, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure, but he probably cast a sleeping or freezing charm on me before I could sense him walking in," I followed suit, standing from the bed. "And don't worry about last night, I was glad to help," 'More than you know, Harry. I would help you again in a heartbeat.' I added in my head.

Once Harry had went into the bathroom, I grabbed my clothes to change, and gathered my items to study in the library. The bathroom door soon opened again, with steam rolling out and Harry spelling his hair dry.

"Hey, Remus, I need to visit Aphroda for a bit, be careful while I'm gone, okay?" Harry walked towards the door, leaving after explaining who Aphroda is. Now to go to the library and study.

A few hours later found me back in our room, looking over my notes. I ended up spending most of the day thinking about how to protect Harry from further harm. Ruffling my brown hair in slight frustration, I jumped almost a foot off the bed when the door was thrust open.

"What?" I gasped out, wanting to know what just happened, and why there was no one in the doorway.

"Hush," A slightly deep voice spoke off to my right, a few steps into the room. Once again the door was pushed closed before a figure was revealed in the middle of the room.

"Black?" I couldn't help but gape. Why the was he here?

"Where's Evott? I was wanting to speak with him," Black ignored my confusion, looking around the room instead.

"Not here. What do you need Harry for?" I questioned, rather suspicious of his reason for being here.

"Where is he?" The other Gryffindor asked once again, now looking at me. Sighing, I shrugged.

"Beats me. He went to meet with someone, I don't know who or where they were meeting," Not like I'm going to tell him the truth. I watched as Black shrugged, before leaving the room once again. 'What was the purpose of that, exactly?'

I only had time to stand before Harry entered the room, worry etched into his eyes. He motioned for me to sit, so I sat back down, ignoring the slight dread forming in my stomach.

Harry gave a deep sigh, before catching my gaze.

"Remus, we need to talk. It's time I told you all I can," And all at once the slight dread turned to slight fear with a dash of hope.