Disclaimer: I don't own the character from the original book but the others are mine and mine only. :P

A/N: It has been a long time, sweets. There had been alot going on and well I felt that something needed to be done. I was never happy with this chapter. I had to split it in two because the second half is irritating me to no end. The split also gave me an epiphany about Snape's role in this. I will continue to work on the next chapter and get it up as soon as possible. It will have part of the twin's history and shed some light on what they are. Hope you like it.

Voldemort screamed in outrage as he paced back and forth. The cold bleak room was shrouded mostly in darkness. Two small orbs gave partial light to the huge bed in the middle of the room and the furniture in the corner. No fire burned in the dusty fireplace.

Stopping mid-step, Voldermort looked around. His lips pulled back in a snarl before a scream echoed within the room. Harry Potter was gone. Not dead or unconscious. Just gone. It didn't make any sense. He had always been connected to the insufferable boy. From the moment the Avada Kedavra curse had rebound, a part of him had been given to the boy. He had not planned to do it but it had happened. As a result, Voldemort had always had a connection that linked him to the infuriating child. But now there was just a void. He was gone.

Biting back another snarl, Voldemort lifted his wand and aimed it at the door. Having no interest in concealing his rage, he screamed, "Bombarda Maxima!" After the spell blast the door into splinters, he immediately strode out of the room.

Turning into a dreary looking hallway, Voldermort took little notice of plain grey and cold stone walls with no paintings or windows. He murmured over and over to himself that something was wrong. Coming up on a pair of doors, Voldermort finally focused long enough to find his way blocked. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips.

Murmurs and whispers echoed within a large room filled with many Death Eaters. Pillars created an aisle in the middle, leading to a large throne adorned with silver snakes. On it lay, Nagini, the most favorite and loyal familiar of Voldermort. Orbs of light illuminated the room and the Death Eaters inside.

The conversations had not ceased from the moment Voldermort had screamed in anger and walked out of the room. Several had tried to ask if something was wrong and in doing so had Avada Kedavra inflicted on them. Everyone knew that something had happened to infuriate their master and while some were very eager to know why, others anticipated the repercussion of that knowledge.

It had been several hours since they had last seen their master and many were beginning to believe that they would not see him still for several more. They had been called that night to discuss a certain incident that occurred with Potter. Snape had informed them that Dumbledore had moved the brat Potter to the castle. He had mentioned an incident with the boy earlier in the summer. They had been discussing possible ways to capture the boy before the castle became filled out other professors and students when their master had screamed unnaturally.

Something had happened. The Death Eaters were beginning to discuss if they should go home for the night and wait to be summoned again. Soon as they were beginning to make some progress with the conversation, the doors blew apart. The room grew quiet as all eyes turned towards the entrance. Voldermort walked over the splinters of the door and into the room.

In the dim light, Voldemort recognized his loyal followers and some of the newer younger recruits. He looked around making eye contact with several of them before they looked away. The fear and reverence in their eyes almost lessened the anger he felt. Almost.

With quick steps, he walked towards the throne at the end of the room. As he shortened the distance, he noticed his oldest and most loyal servants. Although they held position over the newer recruits, Voldemort was placed to see the same fear in their eyes. Nothing was more pleasurable than to watch the slight hitch in their throats when they spoke, the way they lowered their eyes, and unconsciously moved a step away or flinched.

Nagini slithered off the throne as her master got closer. When Voldemort was moving to sit down, he motioned to the jumpy and anxious man on his left.

Peter Pettigrew was a dirty sniveling rat who was, down to the very last drop blood in his body, a coward. But the man had his uses and as retched or revolting as he may be, he was the most loyal of all his followers. It could be the man was stupid or maybe he possessed to much blind loyalty. Whichever the case, Voldemort knew Pettigrew would do anything he asked. He would never admit it out loud but he trusted Peter more than the others. Malfoy and the other Death Eaters were not dim-witted or dull. They would turn on him if only to survive.

Even his favorite among them, Bellatrix, bordered on insanity. It was a quality he much enjoyed. Though, in her blood thirst and zeal, Voldemort could never be sure if her mind was completely focused on the task at hand. Her sense of reality had warped while she had been in Aslkaban. He knew full well what the dementors could do and how they could grasp even an inkling of pain and suffering and magnify it until you couldn't even fight off their horrible kiss. They had not always been his to control and for that time, so of his followers have had to endure the creatures' unquenchable thirst for fear. He would be greatly disappointed if his favorite were to perish due to her unstable mind. Even so, she still had much use and she was not his favorite for just any reason. She was powerful and had never feared death. Yes, he thought. She still had her uses and she would never go down easy.

Giving one last glance around, Voldemort motioned towards Pettigrew. The disgusting man frantically moved to kneel at his lord's feet. Voldemort prevented the revulsion from laying eyes on Pettigrew's face to show on his own. Bringing his thoughts back to the matter at hand, Voldemort asked, "What has happened to Harry Potter?"

"Milord, I was just informed that some new recruits saw Potter flying too far from the safety of the castle and in a misguided attempt to earn your favor they attacked him," a low voice boldly called out from the crowd.

Voldemort glanced towards his other followers, silently asking who had answered his question. Following the direction their eyes turned to, he laid eyes on a young man with black hair and muddy brown eyes. The jaw was set and there was no shaking. That was a shame for he really loved the shaking. Voldemort smiled maliciously making his eyes glow brighter in the low light. He was pleased when the young man flinched unconsciously. Letting the silence settle for a few more seconds, Voldemort broke the tense atmosphere before finally saying almost pleasantly, "I don't believe I was asking you but now that you have my attention, and that is not a good thing mind you, explain what you have just said."

The man gulped. The tone of his lord's words didn't reach his eyes. He forced himself not to stutter when he explained, "One of the recruits managed to hit Potter with the Sectumsempra curse. The boy was losing so much blood and had dropped his wand. Encouraged by what they perceived to be a win, they tried to savor the moment."

Voldemort laughed but the sound was hollow and empty of any joy or amusement. The new recruits nearly smiled believing that their master was happy with the news. The older death eaters knew better, tensing as the harsh laughter continued.

The young man, being on the newer recruits, was emboldened by the laughter. Deciding to continue he happily said, "The Potter boy was about to lose consciousness and he looked so small and defenseless when he tried to keep himself from falling off his broom."

The man stopped talking and smiled. He was hoping to savor his master's attention. About to laugh, Voldemort grew still. Sending a cold look and shifting so that the recruit could see his wand, Voldemort asked quietly, "And then what happened?"

The man gulped. He knew right then at that moment that he had made a grave mistake. He should have never opened his mouth. A small hiss roused him from his thoughts. He looked at his master's angry face helplessly as he tried to form coherent words and sentences. Voldemort's eyes narrowed. Tonight was not a night of patience and the young man had greatly strained whatever amount he did have. Getting up smoothly, he aimed his wand at the recruit. The young man crouched down knowing what was coming.

"Avada Kedavra"

Green light shot out of the wand at the recruit and illuminated the room. Fading, a small amount of light shown on the corpse of the young man. Hissing his aggravation, Voldemort headed straight for the recruits that had attacked Potter. Both boys fell to their knees hoping he would spare them. Grabbing one of the boys, Voldemort looked straight into his eyes. Forcing himself into the boy's mind, he soon found what he was looking for. He saw what had happened after Potter had been hurt. Even through the memories he could feel the power of that bright light.

It had covered Potter entirely, pulsating with raw energy and significant power. He had seen nothing quite like it. He was captivated until he saw it directed with such force. Voldemort would never admit it but he felt himself shudder as fear coursed through his body. Such power felt ancient and amazing. He wanted that power.

Letting the boy's face drop, he said, "I want you to find out what happened to Potter by any means necessary. I need answers and I believe he will be the only one to possess them. Anything you have to do, do it. Is that understood?"

Voldemort looked at Malfoy, making himself clear on what he wanted done. The older blonde man knelt instantly and answered, "It will be done."

Appeased, Voldemort head towards the splintered door. With a small sigh he told them, "Leave the body. I have been neglecting Nagini and this would be a great present."

With that said all the death eaters in the room apparated out, leaving the large serpent to her meal.

Harry was hearing voices. There was something familiar about them and he wanted to open his eyes. He felt so cold. So weak. There was a blinding headache building. He couldn't move but he was startled when he felt hands on his body. Warm and soft.

"We have to stop the bleeding,"

"We cannot heal him slowly or else he will die before it even helps him. However, that amount of power coursing through him at once will be painful."

"There is no other choice. I will not let him die. I will take his pain from him. Heal him quickly!"

"Very well. I will try to be as gentle as possible."

Harry ached. He still felt very cold but now he was starting to feel numb. He wanted to open his eyes. He knew he was close to dying but before he did he wanted to see the faces of those voices. He was about to open his eyes when he suddenly felt the hands on him clench. It was the only warning he had before he felt intense pain beginning in his chest. He realized power was surging through his body but it was not flowing like it should. This was not his magic and he had no control over it. A sob was ripped from his mouth as a wave of pain crested over. He heard words, comforting and soothing, he just couldn't understand. Then he felt…no pain. He still felt the foreign magic washing over his core and expanding outward. It poked and prodded making his nerves tingle and strange sensations creeping over his skin. It felt like his skin was stretching. Slowly, Harry realized his wounds were healing. The initial pain had been intense. He was beginning to feel smaller tingling waves of tension leaving his body. He came to the conclusion more was happening to him but he didn't care. He knew he should feel more pain. Why was the pain gone?

It was a question he knew he would get no answer for the moment. As his focus started to get clearer, he was able to distinguish the feelings coming from inside and outside of his body. He was on his back, that much was sure. Two hands were holding his tightly. Another set had one had on his chest and the other on his forehead. They were warm. He felt so much better than before. He relaxed into the warm touches feeling comfort there. He vaguely recognizes that the power was beginning to recede. Awareness crept in when he started feeling the need to move again and finding he was able to do so.

Still feeling a bit week, he started by opening his eyes. He was startled to find silver hair hanging to the side framing the curious face glancing down at him. Liquid silver eyes stared back at him. Though containing many feminine features from the smoothness of the skin and the narrow jaw, the face was definitely masculine. A fair complexion that almost glowed and full lips parted in a small smile caused Harry to just stare.

"How do you feel," the man asked softly.

Harry furrowed his brow. He knew that voice, having heard it repeatedly in his head. He was sure it belongs to one of his twins. And if this man had just talked and the voice belonged to him, then logic dictates that this man is…but it is not possible. This young man looked only several years older than him. His twins were older; they had made that much clear. This man peering down at him radiated youth and innocence. Not at all what he pictured from the twins who spoke with such wisdom and authority that only age could have given them.

"Say it. Go on," urged the silver haired man.

Harry continued to stare as he tried to form the word wanting to escape his lips. "Kai?"

The young man's smile widened and he said joyously, "Very good, Harry."

Harry was so dazzled by the beauty of the smile he nearly missed the soft laugh that came from somewhere else. Kai only grinned when he noticed Harry was confused. Silver haired Kai lifted his hand to bring them in front of Harry's line of vision. It took seconds for Harry to understand what Kai was trying to say. He took a deep breath. Slowly he tightened his hands, feeling another pair of hands holding his own. He had forgotten about them. Immediately, Harry attempted to sit up but failing to get any momentum to actually do it. The hands holding his started to clench as they begin to pull him slowly. Kai moves behind Harry to push and steady him. Little by little they finally managed to get him sitting up.

Feeling secure enough to focus on what was around him, Harry looked up. Blinking slowly, he found himself face to face with another beautiful creature. The same silver hair and eyes. Same smooth, fair, and glowing skin with full lips parted in a smile. The features were more delicate and the hair was much longer, waving across the shoulder and down the back.

"I guess I lost," Harry said, breaking the silence. "I really thought you were a boy, Kyi."

Kyi let out a laugh. Her eyes softened as she reached out to graze his cheek with the touch of her fingers.

"Hello Harry."

For a long time they stayed that way. Harry just stared at Kyi and would then shift to stare at Kai. They were so beautiful but most of all they were real. His eyes started to fill with tears. He had almost believed that they were just a part of his own making. That he had created them in his loneliness and had started to dream out the direction he had wanted to take his life. But they were real. They were there. Or rather, he was there. Wait a minute. "Where is there?! I mean here?"

"This is our home," Kai said motioning with his hand around.

Harry took in his surroundings. He was on the floor of what looked to be a rather large room. It was filled with orbs of light which illuminated the room in a warm blue glow. It created the illusion that everything had a soft glow emanating from it. Along the walls were an assortment of shelves of different sizes and widths filled with books. Closer to the middle of the room were low tables with cushions and pillows around. He felt the floor and realized it was tile, though warm as if it was being heated. Crystal structures abstractly curving around the ceiling, dipping low enough to reflect the blue light. It almost looked like there were other colors on that ceiling.

Harry was still taking it in when he felt cool air tickle his cheek. Turning to find the source, he noticed there was a balcony behind him with the doors open. Driven by curiosity what the outside looked like, he made a motion to get up. Suddenly he doubled over. There was a sharp pain along his side. Only then did he remember that he had been hit with the Sectumsempra curse. Harry brought his hand across his side and pushed softly. As soon as his body felt the pressure he winced as another sharp pain spread from his side to his chest.

Noticing the pain on Harry's face, Kai offered an explanation, "It's phantom pain."

"Your body still remembers the pain and the wounds that should be there. They will continue to come and go for a while," Kyi continued when catching Harry's confused expression.

Kai peered over at the boy clutching his side. "Our power surged through you and healed you too fast for it to keep up. It is still feeling the residue of your attacks. You will forgive us for flooding your senses?"

Kyi shifted and sat before Harry before asking, "Yes?"

Not waiting for Harry to respond, she nodded as if he had causing him to smile in amusement. She was smiling at him and he nearly missed what she was saying.

"It will be temporary. We needed to force your body to heal." Kyi's face softened at the thought of what would have happened if they hadn't. The thought had been heartbreaking. Harry could tell it had caused a great amount of sadness and fear. It pained him to know that he had been the cause. If he had not been so foolish by leaving the protection of the castle and getting himself attacked, he would not have caused them such panic and sadness. Harry let his head hang.

Feeling his sadness and sensing his distress as the reality of what had happened sunk in, the twins sent a wave of warmth over to the young boy. Harry gasped. He had felt their warmth but there had been so much more that had come with it. There was kindness, acceptance, forgiveness, and relief. And a lot of love.

Snapping Harry out of his reverie, Kai whispered, "Kyi took the brunt of your pain for sometime during the healing process but now it is up to you to feel the slight after effects."

Harry stole a glance to Kyi, who only shrugged and looked away. He shifted to look at Kyi. "What are the after effects?"

Kai sighed. "Well…um…we don't really know. It could range from various significant physical changes to just phantom pains. The pains are few and short lived. They are like pin pricks that tingle more than they hurt. Though one or two may smart a bit. Just think of them as…"

Kai paused. He didn't know how else to explain the pains. His sister laughed and continued seamlessly, "Like pains. Just think of them as pains that will eventually go away when the magical residue of the healing wears off." Kai looked at his sister and gave a wry grin.

Kyi shrugged again. "What? It is pain. Though the wound is not there, the brain registers as pain therefore it is. There is no use in telling him it's not."

Harry chuckled. He tried to move around again. He didn't feel any pain so he attempted to rise up to move over to the balcony again. Realizing he wasn't going to get anywhere when he fell back down, Harry groaned. He was startled when arms snaked their way around his arms and lifted him easily. Kyi was to his left and Kai to his right. Slowly, they started to move towards the balcony. As they got closer, Harry could feel the breeze from outside.

Harry hadn't realized he had been holding his breath in that short minute until he saw the view beyond the balcony. He sucked in a breath so quickly, he felt slightly dizzy.

It was beautiful. Nothing like he had ever seen in his life. Not even in pictures. No place like this could exist anywhere else, he was sure. The sun was still in the horizon here. The sky was a wonderful shade of blue with stripes of various colors mixed in. There was red, orange, pink, purple, and yellow. The area was surrounded by incredibly tall and beautiful trees that towered over creeks, rivers, and boulders the size of cars. Nature was a profound presence and it was gorgeous. All around there were new and beautiful things to look at and admire. Harry took it all in.

"I'm dead, aren't I? No place like this exists in reality." Harry took a deep breath. "Only in dreams."

Kai smiled. "Only in dreams. But we have a habit, my sister and I."

Kai reached out to touch his sister's shoulder. Kyi leaned into the touch and continued, "We create what we want. No one tells us we can't."

"Welcome Harry," Kai said, sweeping out his arm to motion to their surroundings.

"To our dreams," stated Kyi. She turned to face Harry. "And you may ask what we dreamed. Go on."

Harry had just opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Good. We'll tell you," Kyi hurried on excitedly. Kai grinned at Harry's loss for words. His sister knew how to unsettle many and keep a conversation going all on her own when needed. He did the same on various occasions.

"We dreamed of a place we could call ours," she said softly, a small smile on her lips.

"A place we could live in peacefully and lazily," Kai added.

"Some place with a lot of green." Kyi smiled widely at Harry.

Kai hummed. "I'm more partial to the blue," he said after a few seconds.

"Hmm..," Kyi replied.

"Something seen only by those we let in," they said in unison.

"Though it has no name," Kyi uttered, shrugging.

Harry looked back and forth between his twins. Kai also shrugged. "We couldn't make up our minds. Me with the blue and her with the green."

Harry smiled at his answer. That sounded like a trivial reason to argue about the name but it sounded just like them. They took everything in stride and if they didn't agree then they would not name it anything. Harry assumed they applied their unanimous decision to everything they did or else neither of them would do it. He suddenly saw the brilliance of the way they thought. Once could keep himself disciplined by dissuading themselves out from doing anything dangerous or foolish but they could also talk themselves into it. However, another consciousness could work together to find a better way to do things if they should do them at all. He didn't have to guess that this had served them well, if their knowledge and wisdom were anything to go by.

Harry flinched as all his choices came back to in one blow. He had made all his choices and although his friends had made them less terrible, he had never given much thought to when they told him it was a bad idea. He realized now that he should have trusted their advice and listened more often. He wouldn't have gone to the Ministry that night. He would not have put them in danger. Sirius would still have been alive.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry noticed that the twins had fallen quiet. Their arms had linked with his and they had moved in closer creating a subtle embrace. A comfort while he had lost himself to his ghosts.

"This place is ours, Harry. Our home," Kyi whispered.

Harry closed his eyes. When he opened them, all of it was still there. "No name?"

The twins laughed. 'Nope,' Kyi thought. Kai added, 'Just home.'

Harry smiled. He liked that. He liked that very much.

Dumbledore looked at the many worried faces in his office. Reports of death eaters in the vicinity of the forest had reached them. Out of habit, they had done a head count. Their fears were warranted when they realized Harry was missing. They didn't know where he had gone and they were very agitated.

The silent looks didn't last. Soon, hurried whispers and murmurs broke out.

"Where were you when one of your students disappeared from your dorm," Lupin shouted accusingly at McGonagall.

"Are you intending that I was negligent in this matter," she shot back, defensive from such an accusation.

"Minerva. Remus. Please stop. This will not help us find young Harry. Let us discuss what we know," Albus said softly. All whispers and sounds ceased. All eyes turned to him. He did not have to shout to command the attention. As a headmaster, it was his most useful skill.

Professor McGonagall hesitated and then spoke, "The window was open. It could be that he used a broom and went out flying. You all know he loves to ride. Being cooped up inside could have been too much."

Dumbledore looked at Remus. The ware-wolf shrugged. This was not good. Normally, he knew all that was occurring within Hogwarts. But Harry was not talking to anyone anymore and he was keeping his secrets shielded.

"That well may be, but I'll take a look around his things and see if maybe we can find a clue to where he has gone. In the meantime, Severus, Minerva, Remus, and the rest of you, please search the forest for any signs of Harry. Please do be careful."

All faces nodded and exited the room in frenzy. All, except the black haired potion master. Dumbledore felt the piercing stare. "Is there something you would like to say, Severus?"

The professor hesitated slightly before saying, "Do you think it is wise going through his things? You have meddled so much in that boy's life already. Why must you continue to shape it as you see fit?"

Dumbledore sighed. This was the beginning of every argument he ever had with Snape. Always about the way he intentionally shaped Harry to do what he needed him to do. He was the chosen one. Voldemort had seen to that. But how was a boy, though powerful, supposed to save the whole wizarding world? No. He needed to be helped and led to do what he needed to do for the sake of them all. If that meant that he needed to take excessive measures sometimes, so be it. It was not pleasant, but he had a plan and with Harry right where he needed him maybe all would survive.

Dumbledore closed his eyes. When he opened them he glanced at the man. Though the potion's master always carried a scowl and a cold gaze, his emotions had always raged fiercely. He was just very good at hiding them. Very hard to understand what really went on underneath. No one would have guessed how the man truly felt, not even Albus. But the old man knew about Snape's friendship with Lily.

The blacked haired professor cared about Harry, though he would never admit in public or with much sentimental flair to him. Albus couldn't tell how deep the feeling went. However, he knew it was the only reason Snape remained next to him. As much as he hated placing himself in the service of a lunatic, the man knew that no other could provide protection for Harry from Voldemort except for the old headmaster.

Dumbledore sounded out his words softly to emphasis their meaning, "We must know where he is. How else can we keep him safe?"

"And how will going through his things provide you with that knowledge? He couldn't have gone that far. His things remain but his broom is missing. We have established this and yet you insist. Unless there is another reason." Severus let the words sound as he meant them. As an accusation.

The headmaster understood the implication. He also understood that if he lost his hold on Harry, he would lose not only Severus but everything else has given to have this war end. He chose his words carefully.

"Severus, something has been going on with young Harry for some time, as I'm sure you have noticed. He is hiding something. If we don't know everything, how will we take care of him or prevent him from doing something reckless?"

Severus wanted to argue, but he had to agree the boy had been secretive and more observant. He had noticed that the Gryffindor had changed. Gone were the naïve gaze and the people pleasing personality. With every move and look he was beginning to challenge those around him. Daring them to make the attempt at telling him what to do. He was thrilled at the change that had taken place and a quite a bit proud. He knew this could cause trouble if he kept secrets though, but it pleased the professor to no end that it bothered the old man. He was also a bit impressed. The level of skill to hide something from the headmaster and succeeded was something he had never achieved himself.

"Very well, Albus. I will go in search for the boy. But never forget that what I do, I do for that boy only." The potion's master made a move to leave the office.

He was nearly out the door when he heard, "Because of who his mother is, correct? You don't have to remind me, Severus. I know exactly how you feel." The old man said softly.

"Just the same, Albus, I will continue to do so," said Severus before taking his leave.

Alone in the large room, save for Fawkes by his side, Dumbledore sighed. Slowly, he stood up and with a determined look headed towards the Gryffindor dorms.

A/N: TUN TUN TUN! Does snape really care about Harry or is it just out of the friendship with Lily. Is Dumbledore really doing everything to make sure that everyone is safe or is he just a meanie? Where is Harry? Just how much power do the twins have if they could create their own world? Questions among questions my pretties. If you need some clarification on anything just ask. Review and I will respond. I may just even be persuaded to let some things slip. Heh. Until next time, sweets. I have some hot chocolate to get my little hands on. Bye.