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Oh, and have I forgot to mention that Harry doesn't have glasses anymore? He got his eyesight fixed. If magic can fix big teeth, broken bones, wounds, transformations, make nerves feel pain with the cruciatus curse and all other things, surely magic can fix eyesight, yeah?

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Am I weak in your eyes? Foolish, maybe?

Or am I not worth your time?

I would give you the stars and the moon if I can.

I would be everything you wanted if I can,

but I'm not good enough for you, am I?

You are someone I can never hope to have.

a masochistic desire.

I would only hurt myself, I know.

But you alone is my masochistic desire.

the one blade on my skin I'm holding,

the one I'd be holding in a death grip forever.

Remember: I'll be bleeding from a blade forever.

-Osorio

"The Veil of Death?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"It's supposed to be a pathway to the afterlife for wizards, witches and creatures not powerful enough to overwhelm it."

"But what does it matter to us?" Harry's demeanor relaxed a bit and looked curious. The dark aura around him lessened a lot, but it was still there somewhat.

Tom sighed. This is going to be a looong talk.

"Harry, do you know that your aura is green? Mine is red."

"Erm, no. I didn't know that. So what if our aura is green and red?"

"Ah, you are still untrained, I see. I now see the effect of being under the senile old coot. Almost all the wizards, witches and creatures in the world have black, grey, or white aura. Harry, we are unique."

Harry ignored his first statement and asked "Why is that?"

"You, unlike other wizards who uses magic, is magic. That's why your aura is green. The color of Life. I'm not human anymore, and therefore do not have an aura of a human."

"But, why am I magic and not just a wizard who uses magic?"

Tom rolled his eyes at him. "Does anyone know why there's magic?"

"No."

"Then how would I know why you're magic?"

"But you know everything!" said Harry, exasperation in his voice.

Tom laughed at his statement, and said "as much as I like it that you think of me so highly, I don't know everything."

Harry tilted his head in a questioning manner. "Why are you laughing?"

Tom hid a smile. "Nothing. Do you want to know the rest or not?"

"Okay...so, what does us not being totally humans have to do with the Veil of Death?"

"As I said, the Veil of Death is said to be a pathway to the afterlife...for wizards and witches and creatures not powerful enough to overwhelm it. What would happen if you would enter, you ask? You'd suck all the magic out of the Veil of Death and become more powerful than ever. What would happen if I enter? I know I am powerful enough to overwhelm it, I'd suck all the magic out of it. Since the Veil of Death is even older than Merlin himself and it has gained so much magic out of beings that had entered it before, I would become more powerful than ever as well."

"Oh...It's reasonable for Dumbledore to hide it from you, but why would Dumbledore hide it from me? It's not like I'm threatening the ministry or something..."

This time, Tom gave him a wide smile so wide that it dazed him. "Why you? Because you and I are so alike, Harry. Not only in looks, but also in our background, personality and power."

Harry blinked at him... he blinked again.

Harry's eyes dramatically widened . "So, what you're trying to say is that...Dumbledore is afraid of me?"

"Yes."

"...Oh."

"Oh? Is that all you can say? One of the greatest wizards in the world is afraid of you!"

Harry shrugged. " I don't have anything else to say."

"Why did you ask about that anyway?"

"Nothing."

Tom raised an eyebrow at his answer. "Are you going to answer me properly or not?"

"It was just because of nightmares, alright? I couldn't sleep without having my questions answered. Thank you for your cooperation and good night...er, morning." Harry cancelled the wards and got out of Tom's bed and sneaked out of the Slytherin dorms and gone back to his bed in the Gryffindor dorms.

Tom laid down his head on his pillow and closed his eyes...Damn you Harry, you made me miss hours of sleep!

Albus' POV, at the library:

The nameless is the right hand man of the first dark lord. Not a lot is known about Nameless or his master. The one fact we do know is that the first dark lord, Lord Breiss wanted to bring the Wizarding World down to its knees because he did not approve of the Light Lord Leissa. Lady Leissa was powerful but was a very rash woman who did not think things through, thus bringing chaos and disorder to the land. There was no records of what happened, but some say that Lord Breiss was a good man, he just favored using the dark arts, and Nameless didn't have any parents or relatives- he was only found by Lord Breiss in a den of snakes and was raised by him. Also, that Nameless was a child of magic- the reason why his aura was green- he never USED magic, he WAS magic. There weren't any records of any other people like him.

Some even say that he was the ancestor of Salazar Slytherin, the Parselmouth and one of the founders of Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but that is only a rumor.

'Harry, unlike other wizards who uses magic, is magic. That's why his aura is green.' thought Albus. 'No wonder why he is so powerful...'

Albus shut the book he read from and levitated it back to its original place. He picked up another book and opened it to a page he bookmarked. It read:

Godric Gryffindor, a duelling master, one of the founders of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was killed by Galaphanter Gryffindor in his sleep. Galaphanter Gryffindor was one of the the two grandsons of Godric Gryffindor. Galaphanter Gryffindor was said to be immortal. He had been killed by his brother, Thomarris Gryffindor, but became alive again. Records say that he was actually the one who successfully finished a horcrux, which I will not write about. Based on the diary of Thomarris Gryffindor, Galaphanter had a red aura. Thomarris described it as the aura of a man who exchanged his feelings that defined humanity for immortality. He also wrote "Galaphanter is a monster, not a human. Why should he have an aura of a human?"

'Tom, like Galaphanter, owns a horcrux! He had exchanged his feelings that defined humanity for immortality. He's not human anymore, and therefore did not have an aura of a human!' Albus thought, horrified of the fact. 'He's darker than myself! In fact, he had already killed and made a horcrux!'

Albus closed his eyes and tried to calm his panicking heart.

Flashback:

I was walking down the corridors to his class, already late because of some trouble-makers, when headmaster Calendrius spotted me. The headmaster had instantly ordered me to look for two dark-haired boys that are not in their uniforms and was hiding somewhere and that to tell then that they are to report to his office- I was even told that he can use force if necessary!

As headmaster Calendrius walked away, Albus instantly turned and looked up at a portrait of a lady.

"Dear beautiful lady, please lend me your help, for I want to be of use." He knew that portraits were bored and would always lend help because they feel that they are useless.

"Oh dear boy, have no worries! I saw the two boys that the headmaster have described to you, they have gone to the seventh floor! My friend told me that a door appeared out of nowhere and there they had entered!"

I smiled at her. "Thank you so much! Your help and kindness will be forever remembered!"

And there I go. Besides, what other room in the seventh floor appear out of nowhere but the Come-and-Go room? (Room of Requirement)

And there I met the two most powerful wizards I have ever met.

There I saw two boys who looked alike, two boys who had magic rolling off them in waves, one makes my heart beat a little faster and makes me blush, while the other makes my heart beat a little faster too but makes me pale instead.

I was instantly curious about them, so I asked about them first.

One of the brunettes, with emerald green eyes that looked like it was glowing, handsomely smiled at me. "I'm Harris Porter and this is Thomas Bluewood- we just came here. We honestly didn't know how we suddenly appeared in that classroom, and I got a bit panicked after suddenly appearing there- I didn't know what Hogwarts looked like inside, you see and I got very embarassed that people saw us...well, you know, so I ran. I'm sorry if I caused trouble or inconvenience."

I waved the apology away and said "It's nothing. I've got to ask though, how did you know about this room? Do you know your way here?"

Harry shrugged. "I tend to be very lucky or very unfortunate at times. It was all pure luck how we found this room."

Well, that's curious. "Oh. So, are the two of you going to study here?"

"Yes, we are. I don't know whether your headmaster would approve of it or not though."

I smiled. This boy seems to be kind- it doesn't mean I trust him though; Kind people tend to be great adversaries after shedding their skin. No one should judge a book by its cover.

Well, the other boy with blue eyes narrowed in suspicion wasn't hard to judge.

The sense of wrongness and darkness was as clear as day to my senses. I felt the need to run, to escape and to never again meet him and his forbidding aura.

'There is no need to be paranoid,' I thought to myself. I introduced myself, secretly feeling a bit honored and the same time slightly scared to be in the presence of such powerful individuals.

"Albus Wulfric Brian Percival Dumbledore at your service."

After I told them my name, unreadable emotions swept through the emerald eyes of Harris Porter and the deep pools of ice of Thomas Bluewood. I wondered what they thought of me. Am I weak in your eyes? Foolish, maybe? Or am I not worth your time?

I shook my head; it doesn't matter what they think of me.

END OF FLASHBACK

Albus had gone back to his room, still mulling over his thoughts.

But I do care what he thinks of me...

He closed his eyes, and became half-asleep, half-awake. Harry, Harry, Harry...why do you make me feel this way? Of course, you'd make anyone feel this way. Your hair as black as the night, adorably messy, your bright emerald eyes so full of emotions that it's just screaming what you feel to me, emerald eyes that takes my breath away everytime I see them, capturing me in its alluring gaze, your porcelain face that can put an angel's face to shame, and you don't even need to put effort in it! Then there's your personality- kind, a bit shy, honest with what you feel. You never pity, you only symphatize. You are an angel with secrets and a dark past. You're innocent but you're not. You're a puzzle that I will probably never solve, a puzzle that I wouldn't mind being a puzzle forever because of the sheer beauty of it.

And Albus drifted asleep with a peaceful and happy smile engraved on his face...

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