Hey guys! Its Harry's B-day today! (YAAAY) Happy birthday Harry! (First time I realize it actually is his birthday lol) see what FF is doing to me? (Goes and hides in a corner and starts sobbing)

So I decided to post now, I'm going away on Vacation! Where there will probably be no internet but I think I will be writing, so I might have more to post at the end of August xD

Wordcount: 1,674 (Cheating because of A/N) SORRY! SORRY!

Chapter 12

Harry woke up in the middle of the night sweating. He kept thinking back to his first timeline. He thought about the compulsion and how he didn't know how he was being influenced (like if his personality was warped and how powerful he actually was). He tried going back to sleep but kept tossing and turning in the dark. Eventually he couldn't stand it anymore and crept into the bathroom.

He splashed water on his face and then lifted his face to look in the mirror. All of a sudden he had an epiphany. He remembered what Hermione and Ron had said. He was a Horcrux right? So maybe, a piece of Voldemort's soul had enough power to break the compulsion? He was after all, in his prime when Harry defeated him right? And even if it were just a part of Voldemort's soul, Harry's power would help him. Plus Dumbledore was hardly in his prime anymore, even for wizards who lived much longer. Now all he had to do was figure out how to contact the Horcrux. Was there a spell that showed you where your soul was? Or was it connected to the mind? Harry decided it might be better if he just meditated; he'd never done it before and felt kind of silly. So he went back to bed, drew his curtains and put up a silencing spell. He crossed his legs and got comfortable and straightened his back. He didn't really know what to do but he tried speaking to himself in his mind, who knew? It couldn't hurt right?

'Tom, Hello? Tom! Voldemort! You there?'

He felt really silly, but he wasn't about to stop now that he'd started.

'Voldemort! Here Voldy Voldy Voldy!'

All of a sudden he felt excruciating pain as if his whole body was being ripped apart. He screamed. It felt worse than the cruciatus, which was weird because he didn't think that was possible. He must've breached his silencing spell cause all of a sudden his curtains were shoved aside; he saw one last thing before he passed out. Draco's worried face.

He awoke in one of the most familiar places. Yep, you guessed it, the hospital wing.

He cursed the nurse when he realized it was way to bright to open up his eyes, couldn't they just draw the curtains at least? He groaned when he felt the state of his body, it felt indescribable, kind of like he had worked out with his whole body and forgotten to stretch and he had a horrible headache on top of it. If he'd ever had a migraine before, it probably would've felt like this, he felt nauseous to say the least.

And then of course someone had to start speaking. Some stupid first years worrying about some other student.

"Melissa! You know that we don't hate you, and flying just isn't your kind of sport!" They had to yell this of course.

Harry glared and stopped hastily because that just worsened his headache. He groaned and apparently Madam Pomphrey heard and shooed them away (Bless her soul). (Pardon the pun)

He tried getting up and was pushed back down. "You stay laying down till I go get the headache potion young man." She snapped. Harry was only too happy to oblige, it was like a hangover times a million.

She returned and forced it down his throat after which he felt much better. He tried getting up but his muscles protested too much. At that moment Dumbledore entered (Oh joy).

"Hello my boy." He said in his most grandfatherly voice.

Harry groaned in response, he didn't want to deal with him at the moment but apparently the headmaster had the opposite idea.

He ignored Harry's response and continued.

"So, how did you manage to do this to yourself, young Mr. Malfoy said that he woke up to muffled screaming. He said you'd had a silencing charm up."

Harry started thinking quickly for an excuse, it's not like he could say that he was Voldemort's Horcrux and he wanted to summon it so it could help him against Dumbledore's Compulsion Web.

So he did the best he could do and lied.

"I'm sorry professor, ever since I was little I've had nightmares of a green light and I am very loud so I usually put up a silencing charm but tonight my scar acted up." He smirked inwardly, he used to not be able to lie to Dumbledore like this but now it felt like he was doing the easiest thing in the world. Maybe it was part of being a Slytherin? Hmm he had to think about that. "It had something to do with a stone?" He looked confused. "And it felt like a thousand knives were cutting into me, and then I woke up."

He made the most innocent confused face that would make Dumbledore proud, the manipulative bastard. (Well, that was if he knew that Harry was saying bullshit)

Dumbledore's eyes widened when he heard about the stone and the knives, it was a very accurate description of the Cruciatus. Harry would know, he'd been under Voldemort's.

So after that Dumbledore patted his shoulder and told him it was good of him to tell the headmaster and made a swift exit.

Now that that was out of the way Harry could get back to sleep, he would deal with the rest of the world when he woke up. Set in his decision he closed his eyes and was out like a light.

The next morning, or day, he wasn't very sure, it was bright out. He felt much better and escaped the hospital wing after promising Madam Pomphrey that he would take his nutrition potions and the other ones he was prescribed with. He headed back to the dungeon and did the rest of his homework to get his mind off things. Then he was welcomed back by a shaken Draco that was very worried about him. He got his dorm mate and (dare he say it) friend to calm down and escaped from him to go to the training room. Once he got there he tried to meditate again. This time he was more polite since he didn't feel like going through the same pain again.

'Voldemort? Tom Riddle you there?'

'Sssssss'

He snickered.

'That didn't mean anything, sssso would you pleassse ssspeak real parssseltongue or jussst plain englishhhh?'

'You ssspeak?' the snakey voice asked incredulously.'

'Yesss I do asss a matter of fact.'

'But I made sssure that I disssconnected from you.' The snakey voice snapped.

'Yesss well, I am a descendent I guessss.'

And Harry proceeded to tell Voldy all about how His mother was Voldy's cousin (At which point Harry shivered, he hadn't thought of that).

Voldemort seemed to like the concept of family since he didn't have any anymore and started being more polite, he would never be nice but Harry appreciated the effort.

After this particular topic Harry went on about Dumbledore, to which Voldemort hissed and spat at (Or that's what it sounded like).

And he filled him in about the compulsion charm. Voldemort was happy about how Harry didn't like Dumbledore and the started a whole new temper tantrum about the whole Compulsion thing.

Then after he'd calmed down Harry filled him in on his plan.

Afterwards they melded again (Their souls), which didn't hurt as much as before (Not nearly) it wasn't comfortable either though. Harry heard Tom Riddle's voice in his mind afterwards (Apparently the melding made him sound more human. ) Marvolo (As he was told to call him) told him it wasn't supposed to hurt but that the Compulsion web could've interfered but didn't apologize (which Harry expected.) Who was he kidding? Voldemort apologize? (Insert inward snort here)

So they came up with a plan that had to do with Snape. He would brew them a potion (Which sounded impossible from Harry's perspective.)

And after that they would continue trying to figure out how to break the damn thing.

So Harry headed for Snape's office (It was Saturday) and asked him about it. Snape seemed to know it and told him to come back tomorrow. Harry was really excited and nervous since he had no idea if it would change his personality or not.

And apparently it hurt like a bitch, which he was really NOT looking forward to.

TBC

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you liked it xD

I'm hurrying this part up a bit (Which is why it seems so rushed to get onto the next part :DD)

And someone told me that I shouldn't get stuck on this, which is what I'm doing, but it is my story, so I will take as much time as I want :PPP

(Snobby, smug authoress voice) Hmm, sounds like authority, never mind :P

This was a favour though (With the plot moving faster).

I won't be posting soon, but yeah, we'll see. Sorry about this chapter being short, (Shrugs) but I guess it's better than nothing..

I'm kind of in writers block, but not really so I don't want it to get worse, I hope you understand.