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Harry didn't eat much that evening, after he confessed to Snape about his fear and how he felt about the world, he just wanted to punch himself in the face. Something new that Snape can use against me. Just that wanted to make himself throw up the food he was digesting now. Talking to Snape… it was just like writing in a journal, except he didn't have to end up with hand cramps. Snape was easy to talk to, but he never meant to spill so much of himself over Snape. He only picked at his meal, it just didn't look appetizing to him, the smell made it seem worse.
"Can I be excuse for the evening, sir?"
Snape looked up from his evening paper from the Daily Prophet, he was eating while reading and didn't realize that Harry hadn't touched his food until he saw the boy's plate. "Finish your meal, then I'll excuse you from my presence."
"I'm-I'm just not hungry," Harry said, stuttering a bit, showing a hint of blush on his cheeks.
"Whenever are you hungry?" Snape asked. "A growing boy your age needs his nutrients to be able to grow. At this rate, you might be small for the rest of your life."
Harry glowered at Snape, he was just in no mood for Snape's mocking. "Can you not do that?"
"Do what?"
Harry snarled, "You bloody well know what I mean!"
Snape arched an eyebrow at him. "Watch your tone and choice of words, Mr. Potter. Because that will definitely get you killed on a battlefield."
"I don't give two flying fucks about some fucking war! If anything, you and the rest of the world can kiss my ass to oblivion!" Harry was really angry now, more like frustrated… confused? Snape couldn't tell, the boys emotions were all over the place. Something was bothering the child?
"Care to tell me what's bothering you?" Harry stood up, colors in his cheeks, and walked out of the dining room. "Mr. Potter!" Harry stopped where he was, his fists clenching open and close. "Turn around, and look at me." Harry didn't budge, he knew what the man was trying to do and he wasn't going to be fooled by his Potions teacher. For the love of Merlin, he didn't give two flying horses what his teacher would do to him. "Now," Snape said in such a tone, that it sended shivers down Harry's spine. But, he didn't budge, nope, he won't do it here, he's not going to let Snape try to do what his guardians would of done.
Because Harry wasn't budging, Snape force himself up and went to Harry instead. With a huff of anger, he controlled his anger in hopes not to trigger Harry's magic. But, he made sure his strides held power and fear in hopes to make Harry understand who was in charge here. When he was in front of Harry, he put his finger under Harry's small chin and lifted his face so they were both looking at each other. With a quick motion, Harry moved his head and stared at the ground. "Look at me, Potter." Snape swore he heard a growl coming from Harry. This time he put more strength into making Harry stare at him, with one hand, he cupped Harry's chin and forcefully made Harry look at him. Then something startled him, Harry's eyes changed color. From Lily's beautiful emerald eyes to black, like the blackness of a never ending tunnel to hell. The boy's face seemed so out of place, his emotions were not showing up appropriately. Harry seemed lost in his frustration. But… those black eyes… it sended a shiver down his own spine, but he kept his composure and said, "Potter, relax your emotions. If you don't, you or I could get hurt. And I know you want neither of us hurt."
Harry continue to glare at Snape, but his eyes changed back to emerald again his face looked less in pain. His magic seemed more tamed, and he didn't move Snape's hand from his face. He just stared into Snape's eyes, into the depths of the man's soul. "Leave. Me. Alone."
"Not until you tell me what is bothering you," Snape said. "What ever it is, you can tell me."
"I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It." Harry grounded out through clenched teeth. "If you don't let me be, I'll make you live your worst nightmare repeatedly until I'm satisfied. I'll be worst than what Voldemort ever would of done to you."
Snape paled a bit. Harry might not know any such magic, but his magical core is so powerful even Snape doesn't even know if he was bluffing or not. "I only wish to help you with whatever you are frustrated with. I'm not ignorant like most people are, I hope you'll understand that throughout your stay in my house, Mr. Potter."
"I don't want your help or understanding on anything," Harry snarled. "I want you to leave me the fuck alone."
Snape stood his ground, his wand out on the ready. "Not until I know what's bothering you, if you won't tell me," Snape was already hating himself for it. "I'll force it out of you one way or another." With that, Snape flicked his wand at Harry and was in Harry's thoughts, or so he thought. There was a wall, a wall that was unseen, so powerful it blew him back out. Snape found himself on the floor, and realized Harry was not in the room no more. Shit. It is like he was expecting someone to do that to him. The hell am I dealing with?
Harry was in his room sulking under the blankets. He couldn't believe what he had done to his professor. Yet, it was the man's fault for not leaving him be. Does anyone not listen to his warning or is everyone a complete moron? Because what he thought about it, everyone was just so fucking retarded. Snape, practically everyone, was just so stupid. He wants no one to play the guilt trip on him, it's bad enough his magic changes him to a whole new person. He hated this; his magic, his emotions, and himself altogether. He hated everything and he wished he never existed. Harry sighed and checked his watch, 10:30 at night. Snape was probably in bed or doing work in his study. One of the rules was that he was in his room by 10, which he had been since dinner was over.
Harry wanted to leave, he wanted to leave the world and go off into his own Wonderland where everything that is different accepts him for being different. No matter how dangerous his magic is, nobody got hurt because they wouldn't bother him. Suffering… no more of it. Acceptance was all that will be there. Again… dreams are only dreams after all. He slowly began to drift off into sleep, letting the darkness overtake him.
He open his eyes to a whole new world around him. A waterfall flowing into the beautiful clear pond. Harry dipped his toe in the cool water and sat on the log with both feet in. He looked around, trees covered in moss and vines. Magical creatures of all sorts flying around, fishes jumping out the water shimmering colorful scales, and little critters climbing on the trees. All you could hear were the natural noise… the peaceful sound of quiet….
"Dreams are meant to be dreams, Harry."
Harry opened his eyes and quickly looked around and saw a black shadow figure standing near the waterfall. He looked familiar: dark hair that was neat, ruby eyes, and pale cream complexion on his skin. Tom Riddle? "Who are you?"
"I'm you."
"No you're not."
"Let me clarify myself. I'm in you, a piece of myself is in you."
"How?" Harry asked.
The young man smiled, warmly. "Because of that night."
Harry thought about it for a moment until he understood what this young man was talking about. He was Tom Riddle, much older, but he was also Voldemort. A piece of him was inside of him, filling in the connection. Did Snape know about this? Was this the reason why his magic was out of control, so wild?
"I'm afraid Harry, that the magic inside you has nothing to do with the connection you and I have," Tom said. "That has to deal with untamable magic that was built up over the years, your emotions too. Because your magic is mix up of light and dark, it takes longer to tame such a powerful source of magic. Are you getting this?"
Harry nodded. "How come you know more about it then Snape? And why are you here?"
"Because I'm the Dark Lord, I know these things for a reason," Tom said, stepping closer to Harry. "I study to find out how to get so much power, until I learned you had to be born with it, like you. Hence, why I'm stuck here. If Dumbledore told you it was love, then you are a greater fool than he is for believing. And my reason for being here is pretty obvious."
Harry arch a brow. "If it's obvious, then why are you not telling me?"
Tom rolled his eyes. "Because you should know, you're smarter than that Mudblood friend of yours or Snape. I guess you are a bit simple minded so I'll tell you. Because you need me."
"What?" Harry asked quietly in shocked. "Why would I need you?"
"Your magic has called to me," Tom said simply. "Because that your magic has called to me, you need me. You need Voldemort."
"Does the other know?" Harry asked, scared.
"Yes," Tom said. "He knows a lot when his connection sends him the signal."
"Is that why he never wanted to kill me first year?"
Tom stood there to think for a bit. "No. That was another reason, which I don't understand myself."
"What am I to him?"
"A Horcrux," Tom simply implied. "An object that carries another soul… that's what you are."
"And you're the soul?"
"Correct," Tom said. He walked up to Harry, inches away. He pulled his hand to Harry's cheeks who flinched slightly. "You must promise not to tell anyone, Harry. Not even Dumbledore… it could lead us both to our death. In order to destroy the Horcrux, you must kill the barrier." He combed his fingers through Harry's hair which relaxed Harry a bit. "Snape… I don't know if I can trust him, since he works for Dumbledore."
"He'll find out one way," Harry said. "He always ending up knowing everything…. And I don't want the Dark Lord near me, I hate him and I'll never trust him."
"Do you trust me?"
Harry looked into Tom's eyes, "No, you are him, you are the Dark Lord."
Harry woke up instantly, breathing heavily. He felt like he ran a mile down the road, but he was on his bed, which was covered in his sweat. He couldn't believe what he witness… what he experienced. Harry was a Horcrux, and either way he would never be able to live the normal life he always dreamt of. He was nothing but a sacrifice for both ends of the wizarding war. He was the bomb that everyone wanted, dead or alive. Harry didn't know what to do, so he cried and cried in his little ball at the corner of his bed. Until a knock came to his door.
"Potter…?"
