A/N: So, somebody complained via message about me not putting a disclaimer in the chapters. My response? This whole idea of disclaimers is fucking stupid. I don't own Harry Potter – no shit! We have the misfortune of Rowling owning it and now she's dragging the universe through the mud in a grab for money. I do not approve of Cursed Child and I am treating the story as if it were shitty fanfiction. From what I've heard from some sheeple, it pretty much is a shitty fanfic. Time manipulation, seriously?

To a more positive light, a special thank you to Tyler'sPrincess and KingPlotBunny for their reviews on chapter one. KPB, I'm branching Tom Riddle Jr out a bit. Rowling had him as this moderately intelligent evil wizard who was clearly the antagonist. I prefer otherwise. I like showing the regular, human sides of 'bad guys' as it serves to remind people that all the bad things people have done in history have actually be done by, well, people. It's like that comment about how uncomfortable people felt about Hitler flirting with girls, playing with his pet, etc. A man responsible for so much evilness is still a man. Tom Riddle Jr. is the same. Anyway, to everyone! I have uploaded chapter two, while this is obviously chapter three. Anyway, we'll do some progression here (I apologize for a dialogue chapter, but I felt it was important to understanding the Horcrux-Harry relationship). I hope you enjoy!

"So, you might want to relax, Harry. Glaring at me like that is only going to make things worse. Just remember: you're the only one that can see me." Voldemort smirked as he walked towards the doors exiting the infirmary. He grabbed the doorknob.

"Why does it matter if I'm relaxed or not? I'm stuck with you!" Harry spat, crossing his arms.

"Because you have Severus, Fudge, and Pomfrey are on the other side of this door and are about to come it. Put your glasses on, quickly!" Tom whispered frantically before opening the door.

Naturally, he didn't actually open the door. He just mimed it as Madam Pomfrey opened it from the other side. She carried three huge cups containing chocolate milkshakes, while Snape carried a smug look on his face.

"Ah, looks like the arrogant brat is awake after all. I'm shocked; I would have thought the lazy brat would have slept all day. Of course, though, he had to be awake to be pampered. I bet he's just loving having madam pomfrey bring him a bloody milkshake. What, Potter, you can face down the Dark Lord but not a few dementors?"

"Now, now, Severus. Mister Potter has been through a terrible ordeal! Being confunded by his parent's betrayal, seeing his professor transform into such a dark creature, almost being kidnapped by Black himself! It's a miracle Black panicked and ran when he did! Could you imagine the press if Harry Potter were kidnapped?" Cornelius Fudge ranted, dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief.

Snape didn't reply, but it was clear that he was, in fact, imagining the press if Harry Potter were kidnapped. Preferably dead. Harry didn't pay attention to the scowl on Snape's face, he was far more distracted by Tom's smirk on his face as he went over to Snape and grabbed ahold of his left forearm.

"Harry! Hey, Harry! You wanna piss Severus off? Make a comment about serving the Dark Lord and stare at where my hand is, the look should be priceless!"

"Well, if it isn't sour-grapes Snape! You know, at least I faced the Dark Lord. From what I hear, you only bowed before him!" Harry shot back with a smirk, staring meaningfully at where Tom had gestured.

The look on Snape's face was priceless. First the shock struck him, followed by all the blood leaving his face in fear. This was only temporary, though, as it all rushed back in a bout of anger. It left his face splotchy, not unlike a barber's pole. He opened his mouth to shoot back what was clearly some retort, but Harry cut him off.

"Minister Fudge! We really must stop meeting like this, sir. How have you been?" Harry asked, channeling a charm he never knew he had. He thanked Madam Pomfrey after she handed him his chocolate milkshake. He greedily sucked it down: after all, Harry had never had a chocolate milkshake before.

The Minister grinned a wide smile and walked over to the foot of Harry's bed. He removed that ugly bowler hat from his head before speaking,

"I daresay better than you, my dear boy! It seems like just yesterday we were in Diagon Alley; trouble sure does seem to find you. Madam Pomfrey assures me you will be completely fine, after you finish your milkshake of course. Straight from Fortescue's, I'm told! That reminds me, it has been too long since…"

"Whuzgonon?" Ron groaned, waking. He shifted and immediately shouted as he put weight on his broken leg. He immediately shut up as he noticed the chocolate shake on the table beside him, grabbing it and slurping it down. He managed to get more of it in his mouth than on his face, but that wasn't saying much. 51% is technically more than half, after all.

Tom had sighed rather loudly and walked over to Ron's bed and got in bed with him, laying his head on Ron's shoulder. He smiled a goofy grin and snuggled closer to the ginger boy before falling asleep. Harry looked over at Hermione in concern: she still hadn't woken up. He thought back to when she last was in here, petrified. He shuddered at the thought of being stuck in that state.

The momentary distraction caused by Ron's incessant slurping was shortly forgotten as yet another guest made his way into the infirmary. Albus Dumbledore strode into the infirmary, his eyes twinkling. Odds were that Sirius already made contact with the elderly headmaster, Harry felt a sense of relief at seeing the old man.

"Ah, I see you've arrived Minister. I was hoping you would accompany me to my office? We should leave the children to rest: they've been through a very trying time. I believe Miss Granger should be waking soon. Severus, are you coming along?"

Albus had cast his arm around the shoulders of Minister Fudge, guiding him out of the infirmary. Snape shot a glare at Harry before turning and following the Headmaster and Fudge, his cape billowing behind him. It was a masterful move, as Fudge really had no say-so in the matter. He noticed Ron had fallen back asleep, the remains of his milkshake pooling around his chest. Tom was now on the floor next to the bed, his hair coated in chocolate milkshake. Harry, too, felt himself fighting against his closing eyelids. He felt a wave of anger as he realized there must have been sleeping potion in the milkshakes. Cursing Madam Pomfrey, and himself for falling for such a tactic, he gave one final look at Hermione's sleeping figure before succumbing to the potion.

A/N: So there's chapter three. Next chapter will be end the third school year and transition to the summer events of Goblet of Fire. Hermione's fine, by the way. There's no time turner in my version of events, either. I'm not going to try to cover how Hermione managed to attend all her classes (though I could just say she uses memories provided by a professor or something). I refuse to accept that the Ministry of Magic would allow a device that manipulates time to be used by a teenaged witch, especially a muggleborn one! The Ministry was still bigoted in year three, it just wasn't mentioned because it served no purpose to Rowling at the time she wrote it. Anyway, leave a review. If it's something I can answer without giving anything away, I'll try to answer your question via Author Note. Try to avoid sending private messages as if it's a question, someone else may have that question too. I'd rather not answer the same question more than once. I have no clue when the next update will be, but leave your thoughts and perhaps I'll feel motivated. Until next time! -NeoR