A/N This probably won't turn out very well. So Flame, Flame to your heart's content!

Disclaimer: While I own stock in Harry Potter merchandise, I do not own Harry Potter.

Tom Riddle jr. was always known for having a silver tongue and a brain worth Hagrid's weight in gold. I've always wished he used it more.

"I can give you back your parents Harry, wouldn't you like that? Family is after all the most important thing in this world." Voldemort said in his hiss filled voice. "Of course, Albus could have done the same. He just didn't want to. He probably sent you to some horrid muggle family, that wanted nothing more than to kill you. Or better yet, an orphanage. He did so enjoy repeating experiments until it works.

"We are so very much the same Harry. Of course, no one told you did they? They expect so much from you, don't they? They want you to be smarter than the Granger girl, better at qudditch than children who are closer to twice your age than your own. They want you to be a hero, 'the boy who lived,' but that isn't what you want, is it Harry? All you want is the care and comfort and dare I say it, the normalcy every child wants. You don't want to be famous and worshipped, you want to be just another kid, enjoying life. I can understand that. When I first joined the magical world-"

"My lord, what are you talking about? You're pure, aren't you?" Quirrel said, voice filled with shock.

"Unfortunately, no Quirrel, I'm a half-blood. But we can talk about this later. I have to finish my chat with mister Potter." Voldemort said, a note of anger in his voice.

"Half-blood?" Harry asked stupidly, eyes glazed over from listening to Voldemort go on.

"Yes Harry, Half-blood. It is a term used to describe people like us, people with one parent originally from the magical world, and one originally from the muggle world." Voldemort started again, his voice returning to its cheery form. "You see, when my mother, an heir of the Gaunt family, died giving birth to me, my muggle father left me to an orphanage. Now back then, orphanages were horrible places. I was beaten for my 'peculiarity' and confined without food daily. They hoped that through this I would become normal. As you can see, I did not."

Harry's head was whirling as he listened the face on the back of his professor's head speak. He felt as if he had finally found someone who understood him, even if listening to him gave him a slight headache. Listening to him was pure bliss.

"So Harry, how about we make a deal? You give me the Stone, and I give you a boon, a wish, a desire of your heart? Is that fair? My life for a gift no one else is powerful enough, or in Albus's case, brave enough to grant. The choice is yours."

Harry stood there, not knowing what to do. Well actually, that was a lie. His brain was yelling, shouting at him to give Voldemort the Stone in his pocket. In the back of his mind there was a small voice yelling at him, telling him it was wrong. He ignored it and took a step towards Voldemort. When he finally stood not an arm's distance away, he hesitated.

"Give me your word." He said with more bravery than he felt. "That you won't kill me after you get what you want. that you will give me my wish first."

"Spoken like a slytherin, little lion boy." Voldemort said, a note of laughter in his voice. "Fine, I'll humor you. I Volde-"

"That can't be your real name!" Harry shouted to his own surprise.

Voldemort looked furious for a moment, then in a flash it was gone and Harry had to wonder if he had imagined it.

"Okay than, I'll use my real name if you insist. I, Tom Marvolo Riddle the second, do so swear on all that I value and hold dear, that in exchange for possession of the Sorcerer's Stone, that I will not seek to kill or otherwise maim Harry James Potter, and that I will grant him a boon of his choice. The Stone if you would, Harry."

Harry, still somewhat worried, handed him the Stone. Voldemort levitated the Stone in front of himself, before tipping his head back as a liquid came out. He greedily gulped in down and began to laugh even as Quirrel began to scream.

Harry was entranced as he watched the metamorphosis take place. It seemed as if a second body was forming out of the back of his professor, who appeared to be rapidly aging. Finally, taking a light step, Voldemort tore through the back of Quirrel and the now old professor dissolved into dust.

"Ah." Voldemort said, stretching himself, even as he flicked his fingers and caused quirrel's robes to place themselves on him. "Much better. You have no idea what it is like to be a vagrant spirit for eleven years. Now I can finally relax a little bit. Right after I find-"

"Here it is." He said, his voice taking on a self satisfied tone. He picked up the deceased professor's wand and finally turned back to Harry and began again on the poor boy.

"Now mister Potter, What is it you want: Riches Jewels, The lives of those who've wronged you, a seat at my table, the heart of some young maiden? No, I know exactly what you want. You want me to return the lives of your parents, the two who so dearly loved you." Waiting as Harry nodded his head so quickly it was a surprise it didn't come off, Voldemort began unloading exactly what it was that Harry had done, and what he would receive.

"well Harry, I can still call you Harry can't I, that will take some time and resources I currently do not have at my disposal. Plus, after what you've done I doubt anything can save you from the mighty wrath of Dumbledore and the long arm of the Law." He watched amusedly as Harry paled and began to shake, realizing he had just helped the DARK LORD, he-who-must-not-be-named, come back to life!

'no, no, no! What am I going to do? The Professor's wouldn't even believe me about someone trying to steal the Stone! They definitely won't believe me about this! Will they expel me? Do wizards have the death penalty?'

Harry would have continued like this if Voldemort had spoken again "… except for myself of course. If you were to travel with me, be my assistant if you would, I could protect you. So what do you say Harry, your choices are to work for me… or go to jail."

Harry was trembling. He knew he was a Gryffindor, and that he should be brave, but he was only 11! Trying to put on a brave front, he looked Voldemort directly in the eye and said in what he thought was a tough voice. "looks like I don't have much of a choice."

"much of a choice, sir." Voldemort corrected. "or if you prefer, Master, my lord, and your liege work just as well." He began walking out of the room, muttering to himself before finally stopping in the room that housed the flying keys.

"Now then, I'm going to show you what real magic can do Harry." Voldemort said before moving his wand in a complex series of movements before finally muttering a word Harry couldn't quite make out. To Harry's Shock though, the wall melted away and formed a tunnel.

"Keep up Harry, or else you won't get to meet my old pet. I quite assure you that it is much more amazing than any owl." Voldemort said as he walked into the tunnel. Harry quickly caught up, barely noticing that the tunnel was melting away behind them.

The tunnel eventually opened up into another much larger tunnel, this one filled with statues of serpents. Harry looked around in wonder, having to almost run to keep up with Voldemort's gait. They finally stopped in the middle of a large chamber that had many other passages leading out of it. The only thing in the chamber was a large statue of an imposing figure.

"Now let's see… which command do I use in this scenario?" Voldemort muttered to himself, impatiently tapping his foot as he stared up at the statue. "ah yes. Awaken, oh guardian of the most noble house! Come and serve the descendant of your master."

Harry could only watched open mouthed as the Statue opened its mouth and the largest snake in the world slithered out, eventually settling itself in front of Voldemort. If Harry didn't know better he would say the serpent purred.

"What do you want, my Master?" the snake hissed out, extending the w and s sounds.

"Bloody hell." Harry whispered, not noticing the hissing sound coming from his own mouth. Voldemort did though, and his eyes darted towards Harry for a moment before turning back to the snake.

"lead us out of this school, guardian. This school is no longer worthy of your defense. It is time for a new era. It is time for the era of the phoenix to end. It is time for the era of the serpent." Voldemort hissed out.

The snake bowed and lowered its head, beckoning the two to get on. Harry fidgeted for a second, before Voldemort gave him a look and he rushed to get on.

The snake rushed down a tunnel and faster than Harry could imagine they were out of the school and speeding through the forest. Harry looked back at the castle and wondered what it was that he had exactly done, and what would become of him.

Dumbledore stood in the doorway of the basement chamber with Professor Snape, looking at the mirror. He couldn't comprehend what had happened. The mirror had been charmed so that if Tom had looked into it, he would have been drawn into it himself, forever imprisoned. He had known that Harry might have been drawn down here by his connection to the dark lord, but he hadn't expected this.

On the floor in the middle of the room was a pile of ash that he could only imagined had once been Harry Potter.

"How could this happen?" Snape almost whispered in a hollow tone, gripping his arm which was now burning with the symbol of his servitude.

Dumbledore pulled himself together and answered to the best of his ability. "I can only infer that Voldemort or Quirrel used the Impirius Curse on Harry to retrieve the Stone, and then killed him using an incineration spell of some kind."

Snape walked over toward the pile of dust and fell down in front of it. "No spell does this, not even a dark one." He said, sounding more broken than even before. "I would know, having learned, seen, or used all of them." He ran his hand through the dust. "Lily," he said so softly Dumbledore barely heard him. "I'm so sorry that I failed to protect your son." His voice was getting louder now. "But I swear upon your memory, I swear upon my love for you, that for both your death and your son's, I WILL DESTROY VOLDEMORT WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!"

Dumbledore walked over to Snape and put his hand on his companion's shoulder. "Do not worry Severus, we will get Voldemort, and I will personally see to it that he is punished in the worst way he can imagine. But now is not the time for mourning or for oaths to the dead." He now removed his hand from Snape's shoulder and pulled out a piece of parchment sealed with a wax phoenix. "Now is the time for action." He opened up the parchment and pulled out a device that looked like the bottom half of a phone. "It is time to call upon allies, old and new." He brought the device up to his mouth and roared into it. "This is Albus Dumbledore, Leader of the Order of The Phoenix! The Dark Lord Voldemort has been resurrected, and The-Boy-Who-Lived is dead! We must be ready, we must prepare, we must –once and for all- vanquish this foul barely human man to the hell he was spawned from! It is time for WAR. All member are to meet in my office at Hogwarts in three days. We have much to do, and so little time."

Even as he said this, Dumbledore knew that even as he said this, that he was wrong. They did have so much to do, but they had no time. No time at all.

A/N: So, should I do another chapter, or keep this as a one-shot?