"Lord Voldemort-

I know you must have mixed feelings about receiving a letter from me. I would be quite perplexed if I received a letter from someone who's supposed to be my enemy, too. But, let me reassure, and promise, you, that everything I've written in this letter is true.

Before I started writing, I swore an Oath; if I write something that's untrue, I'll lose my magic. It's your choice whether you will believe me or not, but know I'm telling the truth.

I'm your horcrux. Or, I'm one of them. Yes, I know about them. Rest assured, I know what they are, but not where they are. You accidentally made me one the night you killed my parents, and attempted to kill me, which is how I got the scar.

How do I know this? I heard Dumbledore talk to Snape one evening, where he explained what I had to do in order to destroy you. Simply put, I have to die in order for you to die. Apparently, he has known this since the beginning, yet he never told me. No, what he planned was for me to sacrifice myself in order to save the Wizarding world.

Contrary to what you may believe, I am not a supporter of the Light. That's about as far from the truth as you can get, actually. From a very early age, when I finally got revenge on my relatives for all the abuse they put me through, I knew I wasn't 'good'. And besides, torturing them felt so good. Now I know how you must've felt, the night you killed your father and grandparents. Giving back all the pain they caused you, it's a powerful feeling.

I had to master my control over my emotions, especially when I first came to Hogwarts. I knew what Dumbledore expected of me, and revealing my true self too early was out of the question. But after putting up with a rude, loud-mouthed weasel and an annoying know-it-all for so many years, I've been close to breaking, many times. You won't believe how hard it was to keep myself from killing them! They were all so annoyingly 'light', it was disgusting. Worst of all, they all expected me to be just as light, if not more, since I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, and all. Won't they be surprised? I'm going to have so much fun in killing them.

I recently created my own horcrux. It took me a long time to decide whether or not I should do it. But now, afterwards, I'm so glad I did. I've never felt so powerful, so… alive! I can't imagine what you must be feeling, having done eight of them, the last one being accidental. I almost envy you a little.

Performing the killing curse wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. It was my first try, as well, so I wasn't certain I would be able to do it. But what a rush! I felt magic burst through me, and I can't wait to feel it again. No wonder you kill so often!

I would like nothing more than to meet you in person, to discuss what we're going to do now. Obviously, since I'm your horcrux, it would be a foolish move to kill me. And I have no interest in killing you, either. And listening to a prophecy made by a fraud like Trelawney is just an idiotic move. All she does in babbling nonsense, anyway.

If you decide to meet up with me, I have recently acquired a house in Hogsmeade, where we could talk undisturbed. But I'll leave that decision up to you.

Thank you for reading,

Regards

Harry James Potter"

Lord Voldemort couldn't remember a time he'd been more surprised and shocked than this moment. He had just finished reading the letter from Potter, and it was shocking, to say the least.

Harry Potter was his horcrux. Harry Potter knew of his horcruxes. Lord Voldemort had, in his rage and anger, almost destroyed his own soul.

"Oh, Merlin…," he groaned and rested his head in his hands. What had he done? After all these years of striving for immortality, he had almost destroyed the one thing that could make him so. How could he have been so foolish?

But was it true? Could he trust Potter's word? He had said he'd taken an Oath, but who knew? Maybe he was simply jesting to make him believe he was telling the truth. But, in all the years they'd confronted each other, fought each other, they had never lied to one another. Voldemort had always told the truth whenever the boy was near. Why should he lie? No, he was certain the boy was telling the truth, although he wasn't sure as to how he knew. Call it a hunch.

Potter wrote he wanted a meeting with him. Now that was an unusual event. Him and Potter, talking like civilized people? That's about the last thing he thought could happen. But would it hurt to meet up, just once? If anything, he'd gain more information as for how the boy managed to fool the entire Wizarding world, including himself. And Lord Voldemort loved nothing more than gaining new knowledge.

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Hermione still acted like he was the one who'd done something wrong. Harry couldn't care less. She had to realize that intruding on people's privacy simply wasn't acceptable.

"Anything you want to say to me, Harry?" she asked every time they sat down to eat in the Great Hall.

And every time Harry raised an eyebrow and simply said, "No."

She would frown at him before turning away. Harry didn't mind, it was nice eating his meals in peace.

He was just about to fill his plate with food when an unfamiliar owl landed beside his plate, holding out an envelope. For a moment, Harry's heart stopped beating. Could it be…?

"Whose owl is that, mate?" Ron asked, nodding towards the bird on the table.

"Um, no one important, Ron," said Harry as he accepted the letter with fingers that trembled ever so slightly. Luckily, Ron just shrugged and went back to his food.

Hermione looked like she wanted nothing more than demand to know who the letter was from, but a cold look from Harry made her huff before continuing to ignore him.

He offered the owl a slice of bacon, which has happily accepted, before the owl spread its wings and took off. Harry gulfed down his breakfast before leaving the table, eager to read the letter.

"Ey, where are you going, mate?" he heard Ron call after him.

"Can't talk now, Ron! I'll see you in class!" Harry called over his shoulder.

He ran all the way to the Common room, ran up the stairs to his bed, where he spelled his curtain shut and silenced, before he finally tore up the envelope. It read:

"Mr. Potter-

Truth be told, I did have mixed feelings about your letter. It's not every day supposed enemies correspond via letters. But you've always been different, haven't you?

I did not know Dumbledore had any knowledge of my horcruxes. This, I admit, is disturbing. If I may be so bold to ask, do you have any knowledge if he knows their locations? This is most upsetting, not knowing, and I hate not knowing. And I'm quite interested in your knowledge of creating horcruxes. I suspect we'll have plenty to talk about.

The news that you are my horcrux is… most surprising. And shocking. I had no knowledge of this ever happening, my memories from that night are hazy, if nothing else. Had I known you were a part of my soul, I never would've raised my wand to you, at least not with the intent to harm you.

For that, I am sorry. I was not in my right mind the night I came to kill you, being blinded with the thought that there was a child that could destroy me. Had I been in my right mind, I never would have attacked such a powerful wizarding family, even though they were on the opposite side.

I must admit to wanting more knowledge of your life, young Potter. You've managed to catch my interest, not an easy task, mind you. And I would very much like to see this new residence of yours. Would it be possible to meet one your next trip to Hogsmeade? I believe I can clear my schedule on the date and time we decide, since this is quite important business.

Regards

Lord Voldemort"

Harry was speechless. Really. Voldemort had actually replied to his letter! He wanted to meet with him! On the next Hogsmeade visit! Which was when? He should know that. He forced himself to calm his racing heart and tried to think. The next visit was the coming Saturday- five days away. Oh, Merlin! Five days? He would meet with Voldemort, a non-threatening meeting, in five days?

Breathing heavily, he summoned some parchment and a quill. He wrote;

"Lord Voldemort-

I'm honestly shocked you agreed to meet with me!

As far as I know, Dumbledore merely has suspicions of some of the locations of your horcruxes. He knows there is one in a cave somewhere, and he has speculated about one being near your old family home. That's all I know.

The next visit to Hogsmeade is this Saturday. I'll be leaving quite early in the morning, seeing as how much we have to discuss I don't want to waste any time. I assume you'll come disguised? I'll be waiting outside the Three Broomsticks at 9 o'clock!

Looking forward to meet you

Harry J. Potter"

Harry put the parchment in an envelope and sealed it shut. He then headed up to the Owlery where he spotted Hedwig by one of the windows. He called her down and gently attached the letter to her leg.

"Take this to Voldemort, will you, girl?" he asked as he stroked her feathers. She chirped at him and nipped his finger before taking off. Harry could hardly contain his smile, until he realized he was late for his Potion class. That wiped his smile away quite quickly.