AN: I was really surprised by the response to my story; I never expected so many hits. Thanks to tumshie for bringing my attention to my mistakes (unlike my beta :/), if you see anymore please tell me, my grammar sucks. On a different note; decisions have been made! Much Ron bashing shall be had! Please more reviews. Parselmouth in bold and italics.

Chapter 2

For a second, Harry was completely shocked, not expecting to see this person for a very long, long time, and under different circumstances. Harry regained only enough composure to only yell one word,

"You!"

Voldemort looked down at the boy, deadpan,

"Yes boy, me, now give me your shoe."

Needless to say, Harry Potter was very confused at the moment; Voldemort's head was on the back of Ms. Figg' head, and, for some reason he wanted Harry's shoe. At the same time he was wondering why Ms. Figg wasn't talking, like Quirrell had been able to, when he had shared a body with his Master. Then, remembering who he was talking to, he got angry at one.

"You bastard," Harry yelled at Voldemort, using a word he picked up from his Uncle, "You betrayed me and tried to kill me!" If he hadn't had the sense not to, he would've lunged at Voldemort.

Voldemort had a rather confused look on his face, then realization dawned on his face.

"I see, the old fool lied to you. I suppose I'll have to convince you I didn't betray you." Voldemort heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Think, Harry, I'm here, and I'm not trying to kill you."

"But, then that would mean Dumbledore lied to me." Said Harry, still confused and wondering why Dumbledore had lied to him.

"I'll explain later, now give me your left shoe." Voldemort said an eager look on his face.

Harry took of his shoe and handed it out to Voldemort, who snatched it out of Harry's hands with surprising speed for a man using backward hands.

"Finally," Voldemort ranted, "I can make a body of my own, and, once again, take over the world."

With my shoe? Harry thought

Seeing Harry's confused look he elaborated by opening the secret compartment in the shoe. The one that wasn't there. The look of eagerness faltered.

"Hmm. Maybe it was the other one." The Dark Lord tried to convince himself.

"Give me your other shoe."

Harry complied. Again, no compartment was found. Voldemort whirled on Harry, his face contorted in rage.

"Where is it!? Where is the Stone?"

Harry, was terrified by the Dark Lord's face,

"I- I don't know."

This only made Voldemort angrier.

"Then where the hell is it? Did you buy new shoes lately?"

"No. Look I can help, just tell me what's going on."

"After I knocked you out, I made a secret compartment in one of your shoes and put a sliver of the Sorcerer's Stone in there. But it's GONE!" Roared Voldemort, as he threw the shoe across. Had he not been in a rage he might have heard the light thumping sound coming from the shoe.

"This is not good. This is NOT GOOD!"

Harry, as best as he could, tried to comfort the Dark Lord, fearing what he would do in his anger,

"So what if the Stone's gone, I'm sure there are other ways for you to come back."

These words, needless to say, did not help. Voldemort whirled onto Harry and screamed in his face, "You idiot boy! Don't you understand? If you don't have the Stone then that means someone else found out you had it."

Harry's blood ran cold.

"Shit! Shit!" Harry's mind was reeling. Was it Dumbledore who had found it? No, he would have confronted Harry. Had it been one of his friends? It wasn't Ron; he wouldn't have cared enough to look at Harry's shoes. Hermione might have, but she would've gone to a professor who would, in tern, have gone to Dumbledore. The same would've happened if Madame Pomfrey had found it. He shared his thoughts with the Dark Lord, who agreed.

"While I don't know your friends very well, I do know Dumbledore. Unless he thought it was an accident, he would've put the pieces together, screamed Dark Lord and would've thrown you into Azkaban. Tell me; are either of your friends a bit too caring?"

Harry nodded, thinking of Hermione.

"Ya, why?"

Voldemort looked thoughtful as he calmed down,

"They might have seen the tattered things you called shoes and replaced them. You'll have to ask them about that."

Harry nodded again. Suddenly, there was a popping sound, as two wizards appeared in the room.

One of them looked at Ms. Figg/Voldemort, but because they were in front of Harry, they were also in front of Ms. Figg, and couldn't see Voldemort's face.

"G'day ma'am. Dumbledore asked us to come here, seeing as you didn't show up for yo-"He stopped in his tracks as he saw Harry. He gave the boy a nervous smile and turned back to Ms. Figgs.

"Well we better be off now, g'day."

Right after they left Harry asked the question that had popped into his mind when he had first seen the men come in.

"How did they do that?"

Voldemort looked down at Harry,

"Do what? You mean how they appeared in the room? Its magic called apparition. You'll learn it in sixth year."

"Can you teach me now?" asked an eager faced Harry.

"No, it's illegal and if they catch you they'll ask you who taught you. Dumbledore might even be so curious as to ask you under veritaserum."

Harry looked up at Voldemort confused,

"Very-what?"

Voldemort brushed off his question,

"It makes you tell the truth."

"Now, we have a new problem," He continued, "besides not having the Stone. Though I am rather glad 1 didn't have it."

Harry wholeheartedly agreed with Voldemort, but he had another question, Harry looked up at the Dark Lord confused look on his face (which was becoming very common lately).

"What's the new problem?"

If he wasn't above it, Voldemort would've rolled his eyes,

"Did you listen at all? You Gryffindors are all the same; you'd kill yourself for a stranger, but you're all too stupid to come up with a plan to save them and still live. You did see the Aurors. Didn't you?"

Harry decided to nod, assuming that Voldemort meant the Wizards who had come in earlier.

"Then you heard what they said, right."

Harry shook his head at this.

"I was too busy trying figure out how they did that Aper-whaty thing."

This kid is too much trouble. "They were about to ask me, rather Ms. Figg, why I had not met with Dumbledore, to make a report about you."

"How do you know it was me?"

"Because you're the only Boy-Who-Lived around here that is under Dumbledore's thumb, until recently. That and they left after they saw you."

"Oh." Harry said, simply, feeling stupid.

Voldemort nodded, and would've agreed with Harry's thoughts, had he heard them. Is this really the Boy who defeated me as a baby? The one who everyone will put there hopes on to defeat me when I return? No, there must be something wrong. What did Albus do?

Suddenly, a thought formed in his head, but he'd get to that later.

Voldemort heaved a sigh, "I'll have to stay in this damn body longer than I thought since the stone is gone and Dumbledore is expecting reports from her."

This caused Harry to remember something he had wanted to ask him earlier,

"Sir, how can you control Ms. Figg so easily when you couldn't completely control Quirrell?"

Smirking from being called Sir by his nemesis he answered,

"Finally, an intelligent question; Quirrell could use magic, which made him more resistant to me where as this vessel is only a squib. I also forcefully took control of its body, in doing so I ravished its mind, driving it mad."

Harry nodded in understanding. Then he asked,

"Um.. Sir? What's a-"

"Squib?" Voldemort finished. Harry nodded.

"A squib is filth with magical parents, but have no magic of there own. Basically they are the opposite of Mudbloods."

Harry winced at this word, but let it go, as there was nothing he could really do about it.

Remembering his thought the Dark Lord took out his wand and, before Harry could react, he had cast a spell on Harry, which made him glow white for a second, then the light died down. Voldemort nodded as his thoughts were confirmed. He shared this with Harry, who looked a bit angry for Voldemort's sudden movement.

"I thought you seemed a bit too dull than a normal child your age, so I preformed a spell to see if your mind was being repressed. I was right, your I.Q., as of now, is 98. Just a little bit lower than average, but lower nonetheless."

Harry looked down at his shoes and blushed in shame.

Voldemort continued, "However, if the block, lets call it, were removed, your I.Q. would jump up about 30 points, give or take a few points. Your magic would also become much stronger. Nothing in comparison to me, but respectable."

Harry was, needless to say, eager as hell,

"Can you take off the block off?"

Voldemort looked at Harry with an irritated look on his face,

"Do you ever think of the consequences of the things you do, or plan ahead, at all?"

Looked down sheepishly,

"No."

"I suppose your one of those people who thinks they'll come up with a plan on the way, and do, but it sucks."

Harry's head was completely bowed down in embarrassment, his body language answering the question.

The Dark Lord sighed, realizing he would have to bring Harry's sprits up, or he would act stupider then he already was,

"Listen, Harry; your not stupid, well, you are but, what I mean is," Voldemort stumbled over the words, having never done this before, "you try to come up with an answer in seconds, when it's not really your thing. However, if you take your time to come up with a good solution, it's usually better then the ideas the geniuses come up with, instantly." Myself excluded, he had to add to himself. "Do you understand?"

Evidently Harry did, because he brightened considerably, but he didn't smile,

"Thanks, but you didn't answer my question."

"Very well," Voldemort said, "I can't, you couldn't possibly hide your level of power when performing spells. I can't make you smarter, either, because you wouldn't be able to help doing better in school, and Dumbledore's little pet would go running to him the second you did."

At this, Harry tried to figure out who Dumbledore's pet was, and took Voldemort's words to heart by taking his time. He could assume it was a professor because Voldemort had said that Dumbledore's pet would go to the Headmaster as soon as he started doing well in school. As far as he knew, most of the Professors got along with Dumbledore, besides Snape, of course so he couldn't find out thinking like that. Which of his professors paid the most attention to him was now the question. McGonagall paid some attention to him, little more then most students, but he assumed that was because she was rather fond of him. It was most likely her, though; she was the deputy Headmistress, after all. This would make her the most influenced by Dumbledore. An idea came to his mind from nowhere. There was someone else who watched him more then normal. He hid his spying behind a mask of hate. He would be the most unlikely to be Dumbledore's "pet" so, therefore, the most likely. Harry turned to Voldemort and said the name,

"Snape." He said, his lip curling at his name.

Voldemort smiled at this, he had been planning to turn Harry against the traitor with the truth of how his parents died, and then he realized, it couldn't hurt to tell him. It might make him angrier at Dumbledore for hiring Severus. Which was always good.

"I see you already hate him, before I shared his secret with you." Voldemort began.

"What secret?" Harry asked, before he was sure he wanted to know.

Voldemort leaned in, he would mention the prophecy, but only because he knew Harry would forget all about it in his rage.

"Snape told me of a prophecy about you and how you would kill me. Had he not, I wouldn't have pursued you. Had he not, I wouldn't have killed your parents, so really, it's his fault they're dead."

He got exactly the result he wanted. Harry's eyes almost turned red with hate, He saw angry tears running down Harry's cheeks. He saw Harry start to shake in rage. Why not add fuel to the fire? He thought.

"You want to know the worst part?" He asked Harry, who looked up,

"Snape was in love with your mother." Seeing Harry's shocked look he added, "That's right Harry, he knowingly killed the woman he loved."

Voldemort laughed to himself, Dumbledore, the 'Good Guy' manipulated Potter through lies while I, the 'Bad Guy' tell him only truths.

Harry wanted to scream, but ho couldn't find his voice, so angry he was. Then, to get rid of the anger, he did something Voldemort never expected; he punched the Dark Lord in the face. The rage inside of Harry seemed to double his strength as he hit the Dark Lord again, making him fall. Harry dropped on top of him and continued to beat Voldemort. Voldemort was at quite a disadvantage; in his shock at Harry's insolence he hadn't had the time to defend himself and fell. When he had fallen, he had fallen on Ms. Figg's face, meaning the body was backwards. He could not push Harry off as "his" arms could not bend that way. "His" legs were no help either because Harry was sitting on them. He scrambled for his wand which was only a few inches away, yet seemed so far. He bitterly started to imagine headlines for this moment; Dark Lord Beat to Death by Angry Eleven Year Old. That might be worse then the first time, though back then he had been a baby and hadn't even raised a finger against me, yet defeated me. Defiance suddenly welled up in him, No; I will not be killed by muggle means, by God I WILL stop him, then I'll teach him what it is to inflict pain on a Dark Lord. With that, Voldemort reached his wand and wordlessly made Harry hover several feet in the air. Voldemort calmly got up, as-if that had only happened because he chose to let it happen. Then he looked deadpan at Harry and put him down.

"Are you done?" Voldemort asked, no hint of emotion in his voice

"No." Harry growled, still seething in anger.

"The correct response was 'Yes Sir' or Lord, I'm not picky." The Dark Lord said calmly, "Crucio." He said, just as calmly.

Harry had expected retribution for hitting Voldemort, but not this. Not this unimaginable amount of pain. They second it started he couldn't take it anymore. He would've begged but he could not find his voice.

"What did you think would happen when I got you off me? Did you think I would give you a stern word and let you go?"

Harry could not answer; his world was flooded with pain, all he could feel was pain. Yet all that mattered was pain, because it made anger and sadness go away.

Voldemort laughed cruelly, not knowing he was doing his victim a favor,

"Do you want me to stop, boy? Then beg me to stop. Like you filthy parents begged for their lives!" Yelled Voldemort, all laughter gone from his face, replaced by fury at the boy who had dared give him pain, by muggle means no less.

As much as Harry enjoyed (though that is too strong a word) the pain, he knew he would soon be driven mad. Swallowing his dignity, Harry found his voice,

"Please stop. I can't take the pain any more. Please."

"Please who?" Voldemort asked, putting a little more power into his spell.

"Please Lord, stop the pain." Harry pleaded, through clenched teeth.

Voldemort stopped his spell and watched Harry fall to the floor, gasping for air.

"Do not mistake what I have done for generosity," Voldemort told Harry, "Should you ever, EVER repeat this, I will not hesitate to kill you." He meant every word.

-

It had been two weeks since Harry had started training with Voldemort and he was extremely irritated. He had not gotten a single letter from his friends, his Master, as he had to call him now or face punishment, was a asshole, forcing Harry to his limits every day and his asshole Aunt kept yelling at him for his increasingly bad language that he had learned from the Dark Lord. Of course he was overly irritated by all this, but that was the side effect of using the Dark Arts at such a young age. Harry was sitting in his room, waiting for his Master's summons, which he could barley wait for, he had half a mind to just go to Ms. Figg's house right now. He had learned his lesson, however, the first time he had tried. Voldemort tortured him for a couple seconds and then explained that there were other spies watching Harry and he needed to go when the coast was clear. He had been lucky that day and had not been seen, but such luck would never happen again. He had also explained that it would be hard to resist, because it was an addiction to those who were too weak, and Harry, with only a fraction of his power available for his use, could be considered weak. Harry wanted to go ahead and use his own wand, but he knew that he would get caught, as his Master had explained to him why he had to use Voldemort's wand, which was free of tracing charms. He had asked several times why Voldemort would not take off his with no response. One day Voldemort exploded and told Harry it was because there were charms that had been put there by Dumbledore and he would notice if they were taken off. Harry had thought about why his Master would seem angry when he said this, and decided it was because Voldemort did not know how to make tracking charms and didn't like saying that someone else could do something he couldn't

Harry was listening intently for a sign form his Master when he heard the door open and a familiar voice say, hurriedly,

"Where is Harry?"

Harry's heart leaped in excitement as he thought his Master had come to teach him more magic. He realized how foolish his thought was seconds later, when he realized that Voldemort would never show himself to the Dursleys, even if they could only see Ms. Figg's face. He tried to figure out who voice it was and came up with Dumbledore.

"What are you doing here?" He heard his Uncle Vernon ask, completely ignoring the question.

Dumbledore returned the favor,

"I must see Harry."

Harry's blood started to run cold as his mind worked out the possible reason's the Headmaster was here, none of them were good. Had one of his friends been hurt? No, Dumbledore would sound less worried. They must have found Voldemort, Harry thought, it was only a matter of time. How long can you really stay on the back of someone's head without getting noticed?

"The boy's upstairs." Said Vernon.

O.K., Harry thought to himself, the reason he would be here for me would be because he's afraid Voldemort might have gotten to me, or afraid, he'll try to kill me again, which means he got away.

Harry heard quick, light, footsteps come up the stairs. Harry decided he would meet the Headmaster half-way.

"Oh, hello professor." Fake surprise in his voice as he almost bumped into the Headmaster as he left his room.

Dumbledore ignored Harry's greeting as he grabbed his arm,

"Harry we must go."

"What? Why?" Confusion in his voice, but it was real.

"There is no time to explain, we must apparate away. Do I have your consent?"

"Ya, sure." Harry said calmly, hiding his excitement. He was going to apparate!

Right before he left, Harry felt something go up his left pant leg and coil around his leg. He assumed it was all part of the magic as he and Dumbledore disappeared from the Dursley residence.

-

Harry did NOT enjoy apparating, and the first thing he did was fall on his knees and gag. Dumbledore lost his grieved look for a moment and chuckled at Harry's reaction,

"Yes, that's how most people react for the first time." But then it was back to business.

"Harry, please sit down." Dumbledore said offering Harry a seat opposite to him, which Harry took.

"Lemon Drop?" the Headmaster offered.

"Sure." Harry said, and took one to be polite.

A yess, I remember thosse. Lasced with veritasserum, correct?

Harry heard the voice, but couldn't figure out where it came from.

'Is something the matter, Harry?" The headmaster asked, looking worried.

"Not really, I just thought I heard a voice, but now I'm not so sure." Not sure why he had just told Dumbledore the truth.

"We'll get to that later, for now, we must get started. Harry, when was the last time you saw Ms. Figg?"

I was right.

"The last time the Dursleys went out." Harry said, automatically, unable to help himself.

Dumbledore nodded at this,

"Did you notice anything different or strange?"

No. No.

"Yes."

'What did you notice?"

Nothing, everything was normal.

"She had on a rather large hat," he heard himself say, "She was unusually nice, and…"

No! that I will NEVER reveal.

"And?" Said the Headmaster, trying get Harry's mind back on track.

Harry heard a hiss of anticipation.

"And that's it."

Harry heard a soft laughter and looked up at Dumbledore, expectantly, but there was no sign of recognition.

Yess! Even the child can resisst you, Albuss.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Asked Harry, as if expecting a different answer when he asked again.

"N-Yes sir. If I may, sir, what is this all about?"

Dumbledore sighed,

"Harry, I had heard that Ms. Figg was acting strange of late, so I went to check up on her. When I did, I was greeted, not by Ms. Figg, but by Voldemort." Dumbledore paused.

Harry wondered why he did so, then realized this is where he was supposed to act surprised, and gasp, which he did.

I really should become an actor.

"We fought for several hours, strait. But in the end, good always triumphs over evil, and I won."

Liess! Liess! The voice hissed

"When he saw defeat coming his way, he killed himself, and, as with Quirrell, his soul sped away. That is why I came to get you. I didn't know where his soul went. I you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to stay in Hogwarts, for safety's sake."

"Yes, sir." Harry said, "May I go to the Gryffindor common room?"

"Of course Harry," A smile on his face at the crisis averted, "There is no password as the school term has not started yet."

Harry nodded and left.

-

Dumbledore sighed, as Harry left his office. He had to lie to Harry again. Even though it was for the Greater Good, it almost, physically hurt him. Now he had more important things to think about, like why Voldemort had killed himself at the first sign of Dumbledore, what did he gain, that he could've lost, if he were captured?

-

Only when Harry was safely in his common room did he lift up his pant leg, the place he had determined the voice was coming from. It revealed a snake.

"A talking snake?" Harry asked, more to himself.

The snake looked up at him,

"You can hear me talk?"

"Well ya, I've done it before."

"That's rather unexpected, but welcome. It'll make training you much easier."

Realization dawned on Harry,

"You're Voldemort."

"Yes now put me down, we have much to do."