AN: I'm really sorry this chapter took so long. I went on a road trip for a couple weeks so I had no access to a computer. I can grantee you that no chapter will ever take this long again. So please, R&R.

Chapter 3

Harry lay down, exhausted on the floor, for the fifth time that day.

"Get up, you weak fool, you've only preformed half the spells I told you to learn."

Harry scowled,

"Well it's not like they're easy spells."

"They're not for someone with power, and you do have power."

"Well I could use it all if you would take off the damn block."

Voldemort looked irritatingly at Harry,

"How many times must I tell you? I won't because you wouldn't be able to control yourself."

Harry rolled his eyes at the bullshit, but didn't argue. It was just too weird to talk with a snake that claimed to be a Dark Lord. He got back up and decided to perform one of the harder spells, but it was also one of Harry's favorites.

He pointed his wand at a dummy with Snape's head on it. He took careful aim, spoke the incantation, and fired the spell. Black fire erupted out off Harry's wand, engulfing the dummy, and then died down, leaving the dummy with only a few burns that Madame Pomfrey could heal. Harry cursed under his breath. The snake looked up at Harry,

"Is that it? Is that all you can muster?"

Harry looked down at the bastard who he had to call master to get his parents back and protect his friends. Thoughts of them were the only thing keeping him on track.

"No, I'm just sucking to spite you." Harry said, sarcastically.

"You will not speak to me in such a manner!"

"Or what?" Harry asked, defiantly, "You'll bite me?" But he already knew the true answer.

"Or I won't bring back your parents." Voldemort threatened.

Harry sighed. That was the bastard's threat every time Harry was impudent.

"Try again." His master ordered.

Harry ignored him and fell down, backwards, towards the hard stone floor. Inches from the floor, rather comfy pillows appeared under Harry as he fell on them, just as Harry had wanted. He looked at the room around him, a smile on his face. He was still amazed by what it could do. He had been training here most of the summer, and anything that Harry wanted, appeared; an untraceable wand, Snape dummies, anything. He had found it while exploring Hogwarts, having nothing else to do.

"Try again, I said."

Harry scowled at the snake. He aimed his wand, this time at a Dudley dummy, and muttered the words for a spell,

"Effrego," and dark green light came out of his wand. The light hit the dummy's neck, breaking it and making look a bit like Nearly Headless Nick. Harry smiled, wishing he could do that for real. Of all the Dursley's he hated his cousin most. Dudley was Harry's age, and the one who had the biggest chance of understanding Harry. But, not only did he hate Harry, he had others hate him, or at least fear becoming his friend.

"Not bad," Voldemort said, "But when I said try again, I meant the spell you couldn't do, you fool."

"It's obvious I can't, its not the first time I tried and failed to do it."

Harry suddenly felt a jab of pain in his scar, as he always did when Voldemort was angry, he could usually keep the pain hidden, as he was used because he always felt pain around his master, but it was usually more of a dull pain. But this hurt more than it ever had before. He squinted his eyes in for a second as the pain passed. He didn't tell his master of the pain; Voldemort already saw him as stupid, he didn't want to be seen as weak too.

He knew that his master was going to admonish him for talking back, but suddenly, an alarm went off, that Harry had set up today, indicating when the students were entering Hogwarts. Harry quickly got up, leaving Voldemort in the magical room. Normally he would bring Voldemort back to his room with him, but because there would be other boys there now he couldn't. He could have used his invisibility cloak to hide his master, but he didn't want Voldemort to know he had it. He was more cunning than the Dark Lord gave him credit for. He smiled to himself as he headed down to the Great Hall. He couldn't wait to see his friends and start the term so he could learn new magic (that wasn't considered evil.). However, his happiness subsided as he waited a longer and longer time for the moving staircase. He was more easily irritated now that he was using Dark Magic, because he was so young.

Whose dumbass idea was this, anyway? What's the point of making the stairs move? Were they too lazy to build a couple more staircases, so they decided to inconvenience other people? Bastards.

Just as Harry finished his thought, the staircase finally came to where he was standing. He ran down these stairs so he wouldn't miss the other 5 staircases. When Harry got to the over-sized doors of the Great Hall he looked around for the first years, but they weren't there, and he didn't hear them in the corridors. With horror he realized that they were already in the Great Hall. He weighed out in his head having everyone stare at him, as he made a dramatic entry and seeing his friends, or not getting starred at, but his friends being angry at him for not going to the feast. Harry sighed; sometimes he wished he didn't have friends. Harry pushed the doors open with a bit of difficulty, as they were ridiculously big. He was right, though, his entry must have been very dramatic because every one, EVERYONE, was staring at him. He looked around him, irritatingly,

"I know, I know, I'm handsome, but let's look at the first years now."

A couple of people chuckled at this ("Ikle Harrykins has a bite to him" came from the Weasley twins.). Some people looked away and blushed, as if they had been spying on him and had been caught. The first years, not sure who this person was, just continued to stare blankly at him. Harry ignored their stares as he made his way to his friends and sat next to Ron.

"Hi guys." He said, cheerily.

"Why were you late Harry? Are you O.K.?" Asked the always worried Hermione.

Harry saw this as an opportunity to ask about his shoes, which had had the Sorcerer's Stone, Calmly, he laughed and said,

"You worry too much Hermione, I'm fine. I got here late because my feet were hurting me." Harry said, almost frowning at his lame response. Ron raised an eyebrow at Harry, and was about to question him when he was interrupted by Hermione, who had a sorry look on her face,

"I'm sorry Harry, it's my fault. Last year. After you defeated Professor Quirrell, and were in the Hospital Wing, I saw your shoes that were all tattered and worn out so I fixed them, but I must have made them smaller, by accident, too." She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

"It's fine, Hermione," Harry reassured her, "I'll just make them bigger later" Getting the answer was much easier than he had thought, he hadn't even had the chance to ask his friends about his shoes before Hermione told him what she had done.

"H-hello, H-Harry." Said a shy voice on the other side of Ron. Ron, for his part, looked next to him, as if he forgot someone was sitting there. He recognized the person, who Harry still couldn't see, and turned to Harry,

"Harry, this is my sister, Ginny, she just started this year." He leaned back to reveal a rather small girls, whose shyness made her look even smaller. Harry smiled at he, politely, and said,

"Hello."

For some reason this made her blush and look down at her plate, leaving Harry confused. Ron sat up properly and said,

"Sorry mate, she's just really shy because," Ron leaned in closer to Harry, "I think she fancies you." He said in a rather loud whisper that everyone in the vicinity heard. Ginny looked up furiously at her brother, then caught Harry's eye and looked down again, as her face resembled the color of a tomato. She would probably have left if she hadn't realized that if she got up, everyone in the room would be looking at her. So she just sat there, looking miserable, staring at her plate. Hermione glared at Ron, for his insensitivity, and moved so she was across from Ginny and tried to reassure her. Ron turned to Harry, looking abashed, as if he didn't do anything wrong.

"Honestly," He said, "I'll never understand women."

Harry just stared at his best friend, in shock that he still hadn't realized what he had done. He knew his friend could be a little thick sometimes, but this was beyond thick, this was idiocy. Harry decided to nod, like he agreeing with Ron. The feast ended, and the awkward silence between brother, sister, and friend left, as they went up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. It looked like Ron wanted to ask Harry something, but decided not to. Only in the common room did he pull Harry aside.

"Alright, Harry, why were you really late?" Ron asked him in a whisper.

"I already told you, my feet were hurting me." Harry feebly whispered back.

Ron stared at him, completely serious now. "Do I even need to raise my eyebrow?"

Harry stared back at Ron, "If there was something important, I would have told you."

"Then why don't you? Your lie was so obvious, Harry."

Harry was getting irked, now, "Listen, Ron; if I wanted you to know, I would've told you." Harry said, getting in Ron's face. He knew he was completely overreacting, but he couldn't help it; that's what the Dark Magic did to him.

Ron was getting worked up as well, "Stop being such a prat, Harry. I was just worried as to why you were late, after You-Know-Who trying to kill you last year!" He yelled, abandoning the whispering. They were starting to draw a crowd.

Harry raised his voice as well, "You weren't worried, you were being a nosy git. And even though you're too stupid to realize, if someone had tried to kill me I wouldn't have gone to dinner!"

Ron's face was completely red, "Well how was I supposed to know? After all, murder attempts are nothing the Great Harry Potter." He retorted, mockingly.

Harry pulled up his bangs, revealing his scar, "You want this?" He bellowed in Ron's face, oblivious to the crowd that was growing around him and Ron, "You want to be chased by a mad Dark Wizard, who's out for your blood? You want to always be in danger all the time? You want to have no parents?" Harry had tears in his eyes now. "You want to live with Muggle bastards who treat you like shit? Believe me you jealous bastard, if we could trade lives, I would do it in a heartbeat."

Silence fell in the room. Everyone was staring at Harry, pity in their eyes, but he didn't want their pity, he just wanted them to know that his life was not what they thought it was. He gave Ron one last venomous glance, and stormed out of the common room. He couldn't go to his room because Ron would be there, and he didn't want to look at him right now. He decided to go to Voldemort and tell him of the Philosopher's stone. He walked to where the door to the special room. Harry thought I need a place to study the Dark Arts secretlyΒΈ and after walking back and forth in front of the wall, a door appeared. Harry walked in and looked around for Voldemort, but he wasn't in the room. Not again. Harry thought, and turned around to look at the door, fully expecting Dumbledore to burst in, screaming about Dark Lords. However no Dumbledore came. That meant that Voldemort had gone off to do something important. Harry got in a sitting position and a conferrable chair appeared beneath him. He sat down and started to think of this entire thing. When he gave the Stone to Voldemort, what would stop him from killing Harry and his friends, or friend, as it now stood? Perhaps he shouldn't give the stone to Voldemort, and instead have Voldemort first give him instructions on how to resurrect his parents, and then give it to him. He could then hide his family (Hermione included) from Voldemort. What happened to the Wizarding World was not his problem. If they really needed a child to defeat a Dark Lord for them, then they had serious problems, and had to work those out themselves. Thought, perhaps he could trust Voldemort, as evil he was, he never seemed to lie. If he had lied, however, Harry supposed he would have no idea. He did know, however, that the Headmaster had lied to him. That Dumbledore had sent him to live with his Aunt and Uncle, and knew how badly he was treated. How could he not know; his first letter from Hogwarts had been addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. Thinking of this also got Harry thinking of the fight he had had with Ron. He was a bit embarrassed but did not regret what he said. Ron had always been jealous of him. He knew he had overreacted, and he would've been sorry, had his words not been so true. He suddenly heard slithering in the ceiling above him. From the sound of the slithering the thing must have been large. Somehow knowing it was a snake, Harry asked in Parseltounge,

"Hello?"

"Potter." The thing stated.

Confused, Harry asked it, "Do you know me?"

"I'm the Dark Lord" it said.

"What are you?"

"I am a Basilisk. Do you know what that is?"

"Nope." Harry said.

"It is the King of snakes. It is an immense creature with great powers. Seeing its reflection will petrify you. Looking at it directly will kill you. It has the most powerful venom in the world in its teeth."

"Well that's good to know." Harry said, not really caring, besides the part about its face. He started to wonder if it was magic, or if it was just really ugly. He had heard about Medusa in the ancient Greek myths. She was so ugly she turned people into stone, and if this thing killed people, how ugly was it?

"It's not ugly, you fool. It's magic." Said Voldemort, heatedly.

Harry was always bothered by this; Voldemort could always seem to read his mind. He couldn't think about certain things, and he couldn't think about not being able to thinking certain things because Voldemort would know what he was thinking, if that made sense.

"What did you find out?" Asked Voldemort.

"Nothing" said Harry, making up his mind. His scar suddenly started to hurt immensely.

"You lie," Yelled Voldemort, now very angry that his puppet had lied to him, "Your Mudblood friend told you she repaired your shoes, so it's still in your shoe! Give it to me!"

"No." Said Harry, defiantly. Voldemort laughed.

"It's a year too late for that, Potter. I suggest you give it to me before I have to go in there and kill you, of maybe your friend."

"That's exactly why I'm not giving it to you; if I did, what would stop you from killing Hermione anyway? You wouldn't have to tell me about how to bring my parents back. You could try to kill me, but you wouldn't be able to get in. Technically you're not in the room, so it can't do things for you, like make an entrance into this room, which is, I'm sure, how you got out. Oh, you could come through the door, unless I changed my thoughts when I entered. And even if you killed my friend right now, do you really think that it would make me want to give you the Stone? Don't be stupid, 'Master'. Harry said, mockingly, "I hold all the cards, and it's your move." Harry's scar hurt intensely, but he ignored the pain not wanting to show any sign of weakness. Harry held his breath, waiting for Voldemort's response.

"Very well." Said the Dark Lord, "But it will not be that easy, it will take time to bring back the dead."

"Ok." Said Harry. He looked around him and sighed, not knowing what to do. He decided to train.

"I'm going to train." Harry told Voldemort.

"Make a hole, so I may watch you." The Dark Lord ordered Harry. Harry thought about it for a moment, and made a small hole in the ceiling that was covered in see-through, black, cloth. He heard Voldemort move and waited for Voldemort to yell at Harry for putting the cloth there. For some reason he didn't. Harry thought about a Ron dummy and one appeared in the Room. Harry aimed his wand at it and spoke the magical words,

"Incendianex.". Power soared through his veins and into his wand, black fire engulfed the dummy, and turned it into cinders.

"Better." Said Voldemort, sounding unimpressed, "Now perform the others."

Harry nodded and proceeded to perform the spells. He did them all perfectly without another word from his Master. No words passed between them as Harry left. Right after he came out of the Room a smile burst onto his face. He felt smarter, more powerful and came to one conclusion; the Dark Magic was corroding the Block on his mind and powers. The best part was that he hadn't though about this in the Room, so Voldemort couldn't have red his mind, in short, he was the only one who knew. He could have skipped away, happy as he was.

-

Things were not looking up for Voldemort. Sure he had left that puny body behind, but size only got you so far. He had not expected Harry to react the way he did. Then Harry also preformed all the spells he had told Harry to learn perfectly, spells he had had major problems with not this morning. There was only one explanation; Harry had gone to Dumbledore and had told him everything,. Dumbledore must have decided Voldemort was the bigger threat and was now using Harry by telling him what to say and taking off the block on his powers. He would have to deal with this, but not today, they weren't that much of a threat. He started to fall asleep when he heard a familiar voice calling him. He couldn't resist it, he got closer, and closer, until everything went black, as Voldemort fell into darkness.