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Harry was shocked. There was no way that kid could have that kind of power or control. And those eyes! Eyes that haunted his nightmares… Voldemort. But there was no way this cute little kid asleep in his arms could be related to Moldy. He must have been seeing things.

When he finally shook himself out of his stupor, he approached the slumped form of the Headmaster, whose arm jutted out at a weird angle. He used a quick healing charm, and then thought out what to do. Of course he had to get the boy to a Healer, but he couldn't believe what had happened. The Headmaster had pulled out his wand! That was defiantly weird. Against his conscience, he obliviated the man and set off for the infirmary. He felt bad, but he needed to buy as much time as he could. He just hoped it had worked, he had only seen it done, never used it.

On the way there, he couldn't help but stare at the child's face in awe. The resemblance was impeccable. Could this be his child from the future? He knew there were time turners, but those only took you back a couple hours, not years. Besides, he had spoken of an orphanage. His parents had to be dead. Or will be, if he was from the future. If he was dead in the future, which was certainly a realistic future, why would his child be in an orphanage. Why would he have a child at all? There was a war going on, he had no time for a relationship.

When he finally reached the infirmary, he laughed at the sign on the farthest bed. "Property of Harry James Potter" he read aloud. With that Madame Pomfrey burst through the door of the office at the end of the room.

"What has that boy done now?" She said, shaking her head.

"Sorry Pomfrey, this little guy here…" And with that she was off, taking him from Harry's arms, setting him on a hospital bed, and performing several charms, all before he could finish his sentence. Surprising Harry with her speed, Harry could only gape at the carefulness and gentleness she used.

"Is he okay?" Harry asked, slowly making his way over.

Pomfrey sighed and sat down on one of the padded visitor chairs. "He's fine, physically speaking. But his magical core is significantly depleted, and he is covered in scars and bruises with many internal injuries. I did what I could, but there are heavy signs of abuse." The nurse looked tired, and several decades older than her age. "Where did you find him?"

"He just came running up to me in the Great Hall, and I brought him here." Harry didn't want to tell the whole story, in case of a bad reaction. Plus, he was too busy getting wrapped up in his own thoughts. If she could detect the abuse on the boy, why not on him? Or Neville? Why didn't she see anything wrong when she scanned them? Something was wrong here.

Pomfrey didn't look like she believed him, and opened her mouth to question him, but he was saved by a loud gasp.

Pomfrey, her eyes wide, ran over to the child, muttering to herself. "Too young…When I find who…Shouldn't be awake…How did he…"

The boy scanned the room, ignoring the frantic medi-witch. His eyes rested on Harry for a moment before happily saying "Daddy!" and reaching out his arms again. Pomfrey raised an eyebrow in a suspecting gesture, but did not raise her question vocally.

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, and the boy happily moved to sit in his lap. Harry looked down at the child smiling up at him, and couldn't help the smile that crawled onto his face. "Now, if you could tell me your name, that'd be nice.

The child looked down in shame, and said quietly. "I don't have a name. I'm just the freak." He spat the last work out in disgust.

Before Pomfrey could say anything, Harry cut in with reassurance.

"No, you're not. You just do special things, right? Things no one can explain."

The boy curled in on himself, bringing his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." He pleaded, unshed tears in his eyes.

Harry rubbed the child's back in slow circular patterns. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

The child looked up in surprise. "Really?" he said, unbelievingly.

"Really." Harry reassured.

The child broke out into a huge smile and hugged him, but quickly backed away when Harry froze. The boy then placed an uncaring mask over his face. Harry knew that mask anywhere, from multiple times of using it himself. So, Harry set out on his mission to break it, before the boy perfected it. Unfreezing slowly, Harry hugged him back. Slowly, the mask disappeared and the boy's emotions came back.

"Now," Harry said in a calming voice. "I don't want you using that mask again. There is no need to hide your emotions."

"Okay." Said the child, still unsure of himself.

"So," Harry said awkwardly. "Do you have a name?" he questioned, stressing the word name.

"Sometimes people call me Tom."

Harry froze, memories of the chamber coming back to him. There was no way, but still…

"Is there a last name to go with that?" He said quietly.

"Are you okay? You look upset? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just some bad memories…"

"Oh."

An awkward silence feel over the room. Harry looked back to see that Pomfrey had left at some point in the conversation.

"So…."

"Riddle"

"Huh?"

"My last name is Riddle, and I don't know my middle name."

Harry's world came crashing down.

Harry couldn't believe it! TOM RIDDLE! How could…why would…who would. Then it hit him. Dumbledore. He had something to do with this. Whether it was time travel, an imposter, or another memory like in second year, Dumbledore and Snape knew. But before he could try to figure it out, a whimpering interrupted him.

Apparently, he had a really strong grip, for he was squishing the boy. While Tom may share the same name as Voldemort, Harry wasn't going to treat him so. He just couldn't imagine this little boy as a Dark Lord. But then he thought of what had happened in the hallway. He had amazing power, and his EYES! They had been RED! Harry went into a daze.

"Father?"

"No"

"Huh?

"I'm not your father"

"You aren't?"

"No, I'm not"

"Well, I don't care" Tom said in determination. Harry looked down in wonder at the boy. "You can be my father now."

"We'll see about that" Harry said, laughing to himself at the boy's stubbornness.

Madame Pomfrey decided to make an entrance again. It was at that point Harry moved Tom off his lap, and got up, only to sit back down in a visitor chair. He watched as she pestered the kid about his living arrangements, only to give up, and give the kid a chocolate frog. Tom opened it, but screamed in terror as the frog jumped out, then asked Harry about the card inside, Salazar Slytherin. Tom told him how the man looked scary. Harry laughed at the irony of the situation. For a whole hour, Harry talked to Tom about magic and Hogwarts. When Harry finally glanced at the clock, he realized he was a whole 10 minutes late to Potions. He hoped Hermione would tell him what happened, as the classroom was a several minute walk away. Then he remembered the coldness between the two, and realized that that wouldn't be happening.

It took over fifteen minutes for Harry to convince Tom that he would be back, and that Tom couldn't come with him.

And with that, and a groan when he saw the clock again, Harry moved to exit, only to bump into Pomfrey, knocking both of them over.

"Mr. Potter, what are you still doing here?"

"It's alright, Poppy," came a familiar voice from the door. "Harry has been excused from his classes today, as I have an important job for him."

Harry tried to figure out if he had done a well enough job erasing his mind. He decided he had, otherwise he would be at wand point right now.

"Harry, if we could just step into my office; you may bring the kid with you."

"No Headmaster. I'm sure that whatever you need to say can be said here. It's only me, you, Tom, and Pomfrey after all."

Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock at the name Tom, and a deep look of disappointment again flashed on his face. "Very well" And with that, Dumbledore took out his wand, stupefied and obliviated Pomfrey, and pointed his wand at Harry.

Harry ran towards Tom, picked him up, but was knocked unconscious before he could do anything.

When he woke up, he was alone in an unfamiliar room. His first thought was Dumbledore, but he still had his memories. Harry was confused, he had seen several things the Headmaster had done, things he had not suspected of the man, and had even watched as he drew his wand out him and Tom, yet he still felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty to the man.

And with that, a light turned on, and a door opened.

AN: OoOoOoOohhhh SUSPENSE! Where is Harry? Where is Tom? WHAT'S GOING ON AROUND HERE! I can't tell you until you review.