Harry Potter had always known he was different. Ever since he could remember he knew there was something separating him from other people. Something inside him that made him different, made him able to do things.

His relatives called him a freak.

It had hurt, when he was younger, the way they hated and scorned him. But now he was older and he knew that one day things would be different. The whispers and songs that surrounded him told him to wait just a little longer and then he would be free.

The Hogwarts letters were a surprise. There were so many and they even came on Sundays!

He was magic. That explained everything. He would be taught how to control it.

Harry relaxed into his cot. Finally someone would show him how to control himself. He was tired of having to plant new flowers in the garden. Tired of watching butterflies and birds still under his touch. It would be nice to know how to stop.

Hogwarts was lovely. It was such a beautiful school and most people were rather nice once they got over the fact that he was Harry Potter. Everyone asked about his gloves.

There was only one issue. Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was watching him. Twinkling blue eyes had been following him ever since he got there and he could swear the man was listening to his conversations.

There was something off about the man. Something that made the whispers angry and Harry was sure that he had taken something. Something valuable and important and It's mine, mine! He stole it and I want it back! He doesn't deserve it! It's MINE!

Harry gasped, reaching for his glass of pumpkin juice as coughs racked his small frame. Granger was looking at him in worry and Harry waved her off, eyes watering. Where had that come from?

Harry frowned as he walked through the Forbidden Forest, Weasley and Fang at his side. Ever since that incident in the Great Hall the whispers had become silent around Dumbledore, though their buzzing anger had only grown. He had to get to the bottom of it. What had Dumbledore stolen?

He paused when Weasley whimpered, turning to look at the red-head. He'd forgotten the other was there. Weasley was deathly pale and staring at a fixed spot behind Harry. The air crackled with something and Harry felt the urge to take off his gloves. He looked behind himself as Weasley and Fang ran off. There was a figure on the floor drinking silvery liquid from the neck of a small unicorn. It looked up when Harry looked at it and red eyes met green.

Song burst through the clearing as the two stared at each other. Harry could feel something inside him both weep and shout with joy. His beautiful pet. He was here, safe. What a shame he had been reduced to this.

"Pet." Harry watched as the figure stood, walking towards him. He reached out, gloves already discarded. He just needed to touch his pet, needed to know that he was truly there. They were barely a hair's width apart when Hagrid burst through the trees. His pet ran and Harry cried out, falling over. Hagrid was next to him, talking and carrying the boy off but all Harry could do was weep. The whispers screamed around him and the forest shook with his agony. Why had they taken him from his pet?

Harry stared up at the disfigured face of Lord Voldemort and smiled. His pet was so beautiful.

"Where is the stone?" Harry sighed, looking up at the frowning face before him. It seemed as if his pet wanted to be difficult.

"I have missed you." Voldemort growled and stared at the small boy before him. He ignored the part of him that squirmed under the attention his master was giving him.

"Where is the stone?" Harry tilted his head to the side. Why was his pet fighting him? Why did he not give in?

"Did you miss me as well, Pet?" Voldemort screeched at that, eyes flashing as he glared at the insolent child before him. Harry Potter did not drop dead.

"I am not your pet!" Harry rolled his eyes. Had his pet really tried to use his power against his master? He grew tired of this game. His pet needed to submit soon.

"When will you come back to me?" Voldemort hissed and turned Quirrell's body, placing the possessed man face to face with Potter. He was not hiding no matter how he felt.

"Kill him!" Quirrell shot the Killing Curse and Voldemort listened for the song of Harry Potter's death. No song came but the sounds of movement and then suddenly all consuming fire engulfed him.

"Master! His touch! It burns!" Voices screamed as Potter burned them with his touch. Quirrell crumpled to the ground, finally dead and Voldemort's mangled soul spilled from the body. Harry Potter was watching him and once again Voldemort was struck with the hope that his master would forgive him.

"I will see you soon Pet." Voldemort let out a sigh of relief and fled the school. He needed to get his own body back. Soon.

Harry frowned at the man before him. Dumbledore was beginning to annoy him. He had handed over the Philosopher's Stone, though it no longer ringed with power. He had ripped it away. No one was allowed to cheat Death.

"Are you sure you saw him Harry?" Harry nodded sharply, fingers twisting in his gloves. Snape sneered at him from the corner of the Headmaster's office and Harry fought down a grin. He could feel his pet's power in the potion's master, marking him.

"Yes. I would not have mistaken him." His pet had been disobedient and defiant but there was no mistaking the bone deep knowledge that Voldemort was his. He wanted to find him. His beautiful pet was lost without a body and needed his master's help.

"I'm glad you are safe, my boy. Your mother's love protects you even to this day." Harry said nothing. Let them think his mother's love had killed Quirrel and not his power. He would not reveal himself yet. Snape growled in his corner and Harry raised an eyebrow.

Interesting.

Dumbledore opened his mouth for another grand speech about his parents and Harry frowned.

"May I go to my dorm, Headmaster? I'm very tired." Dumbledore snapped his mouth shut, fixing Harry with a sharp gaze.

"Of course, Harry. Severus, if you could escort him back." Snape grumbled and griped but placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, leading him out of the room. They walked in silence, Snape staring at the serene boy while Harry continued to imagine his pet's face. He wondered what he would look like the next time he saw him. Snape cleared his throat and Harry looked at the man, realizing they were at the tower.

"Thank you, Professor." Snape sneered at him and turned away with a muttered, 'Brat.' Harry giggled. "Professor?"

Snape looked back at him, face weary and tight.

"What?" He could hear song drifting from the man, low and mournful. That would not do.

"She loved you, you know. As family but she loved you to the very end. She would want you to be happy no matter which side you picked." Snape's eyes snapped to his and Harry smiled before slipping into the Ravenclaw common room.