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Harry tossed and turned. His dreams, which had usually been filled with memories of Harish's past, were for some reason, incredibly vacant of the past. In fact, he seemed to be trapped in a dark room and was unable to move anywhere.

There was a voice. It was raspy and sounded old and withered.

"Why did you not go to Slytherin?"

"Who's asking?" the boy demanded, trying to think about the voice, wondering if he had heard it before.

"An… acquaintance."

Harry huffed. "Sure you are. As for my decision to not go to Slytherin, I can't afford to have the old coot in charge to be any more suspicious of me than he must already be."

"Why would he have any reason to suspect you?"

Seriously, there was something very familiar about that voice and he just couldn't place his finger on it!

"Reasons," the boy murmured being just as vague as whomever was talking to him.

"Such as?"

But Harry was no longer paying attention, because the darkness had bled away to reveal a new scene. One he had never seen before.

"What is this?!" the voice demanded.

"A dream, you daft prat."

It was Tom and Harish, like all the other dreams had been.

Tom was sitting at a table in the early morning, or so Harry assumed judging by the light coming in from the nearby window. Harish was sitting at his right, sipping from tea and eating a plate full of scones.

"What the hell?" the voice murmured, only to be shushed by the boy. He wanted to remember this memory and not have whatever was about to happen, interrupted by some odd voice his mind assaulted him with.

Tom and Harish looked to be in the middle of a deep discussion and the noise surrounding the scene cleared up, revealing whatever they were talking about.

"Dumbledore has sent his chickens to spy at the Ministry," said Harish. "I was actually bothered by Arthur Weasley this morning. Like the man knew something that I don't and was trying to use it against me."

Harish, as the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic herself, had a lot of sway. His position also afforded him many privileges, so people coming to him wasn't a shock.

However, Harry had heard about the Order of Flaming Flamingos/Chickens before, and how they pandered to Dumbledore because he had managed to defeat the Dark Lord Grindelwald years ago. So if this Arthur Weasley was a member, then it meant that whatever he thought he knew, had been implanted by Dumbledore of all people.

Dumbledore had proven to be untrustworthy and a murderer. Harry couldn't believe anything the books said about the man because his actions completely rendered the books and their sayings useless. Baseless hero worship and nothing more.

Tom placed the Daily Prophet down and gave his husband a look. "Do I need to send someone over to handle him?"

Harish laughed, his smile charming and full of life. This obviously was before the war had taken its course over Magical Britain. "Tom, I don't need you protecting me all the time. I can handle a few people who can't seem to take a hint. Anyway, whatever Dumbledore has told his followers, they think I'm some kind of Dark creature because I am 'unnatural'. Honestly, it was the word Weasley used."

Tom's back stiffened. "Could Dumbledore know about your reincarnated status?"

"Who would tell him? The Goblins don't like him because he causes problems for them. Not even all the gold in the world would see them helping him. They'd rather watch him suffer in The Pit."

Tom's hackles lowered slightly. "I want to get rid of the old coot. Soon preferably."

Harish placed a calming hand on Tom's forearm. "I know, love. I want to cast him into a live volcano just as much as you do, but he protects himself with all of his little chess pieces. The only way to get to the queen is to remove the pawns. Pawns first, Tom."

"My love, you are absolutely correct. Pawns first."

The scene before Harry went black once again and he was once again stood in the darkness, with the only light coming from his own body.

"Well that was interesting," the boy mumbled to himself. Who were the 'pawns' supposed to be exactly and should he consider removing them as well? What purpose would it serve him though? He was not Harish despite being a reincarnation and receiving the man's memories.

He also didn't know Tom's goals in full and so acting on them wouldn't benefit him in any way at present.

He would probably have to ask Severus Snape for a full understanding of just what Voldemort had been aiming for in taking over Magical Britain. As the Potions professor was on his side now, that meant that he could probably get answers to the many questions he had. He just had to find the right moment.

Maybe a detention was in order. It would be expected of Snape. He didn't like Gryffindors and not giving a detention to one would be seen as out of character. Yes, he'll work with that.

The raspy voice broke his concentration. "What has you thinking so deeply?"

"Personal issues," the boy said, avoiding detail. He didn't know who or what the voice was. For all he knew, it could be someone sent by Dumbledore and they were somehow entering his dreams in order to mess with him. He would pretend that he didn't know anything when he awoke on the morrow. It would be better for him.

Especially if Dumbledore noticed that he was a reincarnation. For all he knew the man had and was just biding his time.

Harry rubbed the runes on his wrist. He also shouldn't let the man see that. He was probably knowledgeable enough to know what they would stand for. Harry hoped his parents hadn't shown the man. Merlin forbid the consequences of that decision.

"I'm going to wake up now."

Voldemort was frazzled. He had simply tried to convince the boy that perhaps Slytherin would be a better place for him. Under Severs' watchful eye, he would be free to do more. He would also fall under Voldemort's power faster.

And yet the boy proved to be elusive and easily dodged answers. And he did not trust Albus Dumbledore!

Voldemort did not understand why. At least... he hadn't until the dream came.

It was him and Harish. Harry Potter, his prophesied nemesis and the reincarnation of his past love, was dreaming of him and Harish.

If that was the case, then Harish's plan to make his next incarnation remember his past life had to have worked! It was the only reason that could explain why Potter was seeing such a thing. If he was getting Harish's memories, then what else had he received? Was he so knowledgeable because he was Harish's reincarnation?

And now he was conflicted all over again. His lover and best friend had returned to him twice! And had worked it so that he could continue to return. But this time he came back as the one who was prophesied to vanquish him! Voldemort wanted Harish back but he also wanted to remove the threat to his existence. But then he didn't know what would happen should he killed the Potter boy.

Would the boy even want to join him? He didn't act like Harish did.

Perhaps he could slip him a hint about the prophecy. Or he could swear Severus to secrecy and force him to mention it. Yes. Yes, that was a sound plan.

Severus Snape hated his life. Sometimes things were just too hectic for him to handle.

But he found out that his Lord was still in existence, but was stuck using an idiot like Quirrell in order to sustain himself. He wanted the Philosopher's Stone, to which Severus readily gave up all information he had regarding how it was being protected. He also wanted to watch the Potter boy and evaluate his standing.

The Dark Lord had figured out the reincarnation bit already, but was skeptical on whether the boy could be trusted as he did not act much like Lord Harish had.

Severus was now tasked with informing the boy about the prophecy and his part in it. He then had to offer to take him to get it if the boy so wanted it. Then, if he learned of the entire prophecy, he was to impart his knowledge to the Dark Lord.

He had given the boy detention for this very purpose and had been relieved when the boy hadn't complained. Reincarnated lover of the Dark Lord aside, he was still in the body of a child and was still a mesh of different characters, making him different. For all Severus knew, the years spent wherever he was living had changed him somehow.

"Hello, professor," the boy greeted, walking through the door at exactly six o'clock. Right on time.

"Come here, there is something we need to discuss."

Once the door was shut, he warded it to silence.

Potter took a seat on the desk nearest Severus' own, and looked at him expectantly.

"Have you wondered, perhaps, why the Dark Lord decided to attack your family?"

"Yes. I have had loads of memories but nothing ever mentioned it."

Severus' gave a half reluctant sigh. "The Headmaster does not wish for you to know, but as it pertains to you the most, I feel you have a right to the information."

Potter leaned forward, his face a mask of complete concern and interest.

"The Headmaster was interviewing a Seer by the name of Sibyll Trelawney in the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade, in 1979."

"Why such a dingy place?" the boy interrupted, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

"His brother owns it."

"I think it sounds suspicious!" the boy said, folding his arms in displeasure.

It actually did, now that he had more time to think about it. Why would the Headmaster give an interview there when he could have done so in the safety of the castle?

"I had been in the bar at the same time… and decided to spy on what was going on."

And suddenly, Potter's face went blank. "He was interviewing a Seer, which means you must have heard her prophesy something. You then told Tom about it."

"In part," Severus admitted. "I heard part of it and was thrown out before I could hear the rest, but I did alert the Dark Lord to what I heard, which was, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.' He set his sights on several families at once and when you were born, he decided that you were the threat to his existence. His husband was not pleased."

The boy made a noise as he mulled over what he had just learned. "It would make sense. Dumbledore believes in this too. Which would be why he dumped me off on some Muggles that he knew wouldn't like me, because he was hoping that as a Halfblood, I wouldn't end up just like Tom did."

The boy stood and wiped the dust off his robes. "Load of good it did him, I suppose. Look at me. I'm probably exactly like he was at my age."

"There is more, Potter. The prophecy lies in the Ministry, with all the other prophecies. Only those it pertains to can retrieve it."

"When could I go and get it? You think I can sneak in?"

"Potter, if you managed to sneak into the Ministry, I would be impressed. You would most likely need an escort however."

"Can you come with me?"

Severus sighed because once again, he was doing far more than he ever really wished to do. But if Potter could help return the Dark Lord to himself, and bring back the Olde Ways, than he would do anything.

Anything to get out of Dumbledore's grasp.

He was sick and tired of Lily being used as a way to guilt trip him. He'd had enough.

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