Harry sat quietly in front of the Pensieve, trying to sort out his own thoughts. The minute he destroyed Hufflepuff's goblet, his brain was flooded with Voldemort's thoughts. He felt pain, an aching disgust in his stomach, and utter, repulsive hatred.

"Anyone's thoughts but my own," he whispered, and plunged his head in the Pensieve. He was met with a familiar sight, one that had haunted his dreams and visions for his entire life.

Harry Potter was standing in his parents' house.

Lily was holding baby Harry in her arms, smiling down at him. "So beautiful," she murmured. "Isn't he?"

"He's a doll," said the voice of Petunia Dursley, who held a chubby baby in her own arms.

Lily smiled at Petunia's son. "I do hope he and Dudley grow up to be friends."

"I'm sure they will," Petunia said.

James entered the room then, holding mugs of hot cocoa for his wife and his sister-in-law. "Why don't you put the children in the crib," he suggested, "and we can show Petunia the photo album?"

Petunia beamed. "Oh, yes-- I can't wait. You say the photos move?"

"Yes," Lily said. "Come on, the room's upstairs." She led Petunia upstairs.

"Do you think they'll be alright in one crib?" Petunia said worriedly, setting Dudley down. "Dudders is rather territorial."

"They'll be fine," said Lily. "Let's go."

But James ran into the room. "Lily," he said breathlessly, "Lily, he's here."

She stopped in her tracks. "How-- but he couldn't have found us--"

"We must have been betrayed," James said. "Hide-- I'll try and hold him off."

"James--"

He cut her off with a kiss. "I'll be fine." He ran out the door.

"Lily?" Petunia gathered Dudley up in her arms. "Lily, what does he mean? Who's here?"

"We do not speak his name," Lily said quickly. "You must hide."

"Lily, what--"

"Here," she said, whipping out her wand.

"Are you going to--" Her voice wavered.

"Quiet!" She looked around wildly. "Prosavelieris," she whispered, drawing a circle of light around Petunia and her son.

"What?" She was absolutely puzzled.

"You're invisible to him," Lily said, "so long as you're holding Dudley. It's familial magic, something we've been working on in the Department of Mysteries--" She broke off at hearing a crash downstairs. "Go in the closet," she said urgently. "It'll be safer in there."

"Lily, what's happening?"

"I'll explain later." She shut her sister in the closet.

Petunia peered out from between the slats in the door, and Harry's view of the room became narrowed.

Voldemort burst into the room, and there was an audible gasp from Petunia. He strode up to the crib.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl; stand aside now!"

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead--"

Voldemort advanced on her.

"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy..."

He raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

And at once, he was back in the silent stone room, in a cold sweat. Petunia must have passed out, he thought weakly. I think I'm going to pass out.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

Hermione sat at his bedside. He was in the hospital wing. "Draco and I found you."

He sat up a little straighter, gaining his bearings. "You and Malfoy?"

"Yeah. I wanted to see exactly what qualified Hermione to be Head Girl, and--"

She blushed furiously. "Draco, shut up."

"What memory did you see?" Ron asked. "It had to be something awful..."

Harry swallowed hard. "I saw m-my mum," he stammered, "getting murdered."

"Oh, Harry." Ginny moved to embrace him.

"I just wanted to see some-- some other memory, other than what's been in my brain lately, and that's what I get."

"What do you mean? What's been on your mind?"

"Voldemort's feelings," Harry said. "Our connection. It's back. And it's-- it's getting stronger, with each Horcrux I destroy."

"You've only got two left," Hermione said quietly.

"I know," Harry said. "I can feel everything he feels. I just-- I hope he's not using this connection to his advantage, like he did when he lured me to the Department of Mysteries, with Sirius--" He broke off.

"You could use it to yours," mused Hermione.

"What?"

"He can't stand love," Hermione told him. "In the Department of Mysteries. You told me that he was disgusted by it, that he couldn't possess you when you were thinking of Sirius--"

"I can't control it, Hermione," Harry said. "I never learned Occlumency, let alone Legilimency, I can't put my thoughts in his brain--"

"I could teach you," Draco said suddenly.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"I'm good at Legilimency," Draco told him, "and excellent at Occlumency. I could teach you."

Harry considered this. "When can we start?"