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Voldemort glanced in the mirror before turning back to Nagini, who was lying on the bed. To his amusement, she bobbed her head approvingly, and hissed, "Yes. Good. You look nice." Despite the fact that she was a snake, Nagini had an odd fascination with clothes, which she viewed as removable scales, and, to his surprise, had better fashion sense than many witches and wizards that he had seen.

At the moment, he was wearing a dark silver v-necked sweater with the sleeves pushed up slightly and a pair of dark jeans. He wanted to look approachable, or as approachable as he could, and human… because he was going to pay Harry Potter a visit.

He checked his watch; it had only been less than half an hour since Draco had accidentally outed them to the Boy-Who-Lived, and he was going to go back. He wanted to wait long enough that the boy would calm down slightly, but that he wouldn't have packed up and disappeared. Of course, he could have disappeared the second that they had disapparated, but he doubted it. After two years in his new life, Harry Potter wouldn't just abandon it at a moment's notice. Voldemort strode over to the bed and ran his fingers gently over the scales on Nagini's head, making her hiss with pleasure.

"You go to the boy now?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Bring him to see me soon."

He blinked. Nagini had never expressed an interest in meeting other people. "I'm glad to know that you have so much confidence in me," he said, a half smile on his lips. "You don't think we'll wind up killing each other?"

Her great head swung from side to side, tongue slithering in and out. "No." And she didn't offer up any other explanation for her opinion.

He petted her head once more and then stepped away. "I'll be back later, Nagini," he hissed almost fondly, and with more affection than he had ever shown another person. Then, he turned and vanished. There was the unchanging feeling of being forcibly pressed through a remarkably narrow tube, and then he appeared in Harry Potter's living room, kilometers and kilometers away. As he had noticed before, there were anti-apparition wards on the apartment, but they were such that they only applied to people who intended harm. Voldemort intended to do a lot of things to Harry, but harming him wasn't one of them.

There were char marks and cut marks on the wooden floor, and one of the squishy armchairs had been completely incinerated, now just a burnt shell. Other than that, and a rather large hole in the wall, not to mention a pile of ash on the ground which may have been a table, the room was untouched. Which was to say that it looked like a particularly violent blast-ended skrewt had been unleashed on part of the room. The smell of burning wood and fabric lingered in the air.

Apparently having heard the distinctive popping sound of apparition, footsteps hurried towards the living room. "Hermione! You wouldn't believe what just-" Harry's voice cut off as he rounded the corner to the room and saw who his uninvited guest was.

"This is the second time that you've mistaken me for Miss Granger. I assure you, we're very different people," Voldemort said with a hint of a smile.

In a flash, there was a wand pointed at him.

But where had Harry hidden it? Voldemort mused. Because he hadn't seen it a moment ago, and there really were limited places where he could have hidden it dressed like that. The only piece of clothing that he wore was a pair of navy blue sweat pants. Voldemort took in the sight before him.

Harry's hair lay flatter than usual, still damp from a shower, and his upper body was on full display. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was fit, with clearly defined muscles. It didn't look like there was one extra ounce of fat on his form. He was thin and wiry, lithe, and not at all unattractive.

His eyes trailed upwards from an elegant neck, currently rigid with tension, and met furious, and a little confused, green eyes. "Riddle! What the bloody hell are you doing here? Back to try and kill me?"

The Dark Lord sighed, "Language, Harry. And Riddle? I thought you were calling me Tom. Besides, did it seem like I was trying to kill you last time?" Honestly, the boy needed to use his head. Although, he had been trying to kill him for the past who knew how many years, so perhaps it was a reasonable conclusion, even if it was the wrong one.

Harry didn't react to the taunt, and instead said, "What do you want? I left you alone! I left. Isn't that enough? It's not like I can do anything about the thing! Trust me, I've tried."

Voldemort blinked. He was officially confused, a feeling which he loathed. What was the boy talking about? What thing? He opened his mouth to demand to know what he was talking about, and then closed it. "You know what I'm here for," he said after a moment's pause, playing along.

To his surprise, Harry's hand started shaking. "Well, I'd give it to you if I could, but I can't! It's not like I want the thing in me. But you can't have it, and you can't kill me, because you'd just hurt yourself," Harry ground out, eyes blazing.

Voldemort just refrained from grinding his teeth. He still had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. So he just kept silent, waiting for Harry to continue talking.

When Harry did speak again, his words were bitter. "So, when did you figure it out? It must have come as a surprise to find out that the person you've been trying to kill all of these years is your bloody horcrux!"

Whatever he had expected him to say that had not been it. The single word echoed around the room. Voldemort stared at the person in front of him. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Harry Potter was a horcrux? His horcrux, to be exact? It couldn't be…. But, now that he thought about it, it made sense. He had all but died the night he tried to kill the boy, and, when the curse rebounded, some of his soul must have split off and used the body of the young babe as a vessel. It explained the oddities of the curse scar, the link between their minds, and the other's ability to speak parseltongue.

He stared at the unyielding young man in front of him, and the knowledge finally sunk in. Harry Potter was his horcrux. "So, you're one of my horcruxes?" he asked finally, voice still surprised but with a tinge of glee with would have made most people run for the hills.

Now, Harry froze. "Wait, what do you mean? You didn't know?" His voice held an edge of panic.

Slowly, Voldemort shook his head. "I have no idea, not until you told me." He watched as Harry closed his eyes as if in pain and then, quite deliberately, bang his head into the wall several times.

"Son of a–"

Reigning in the urge to laugh, the Dark Lord waited until the younger man was done whacking his head on the wall in frustration, and then turn back to him.

"Lovely, so I just told you that I have a piece of your soul in me. I don't suppose there's any chance that you could forget that?"

Voldemort shook his head. "No, I don't think so."

"Great." The emerald eyed young man looked like he was getting a headache that had nothing to do with the fact that he had repeatedly rammed his head against the wall. "You didn't know… But then what on earth are you here for? Why were you pretending to be someone else? Are you here to kill me? Why did you come back? How did you find me? And why was Malfoy disguised as a girl?"

Voldemort glanced around the room and then moved over to the couch, which wasn't too mangled, before sitting down and crossing his legs with a grace that Lucius would be envious of. He patted the spot next to him. "Sit down and I'll explain everything."

Harry narrowed his eyes and didn't lower his wand. "You've got to be joking. You want me to sit down next to you? As in get within arms distance of you? It's not going to happen."

Voldemort gave a frown of annoyance. "I am not going to harm you, get that through your head, Potter." Seeing that he wasn't moving and was just standing there stubbornly, he added, "When have I ever lied to you?"

"First year, when you said that you could bring back my parents, and the when you send me the f-false visions of Sirius. Not to mention today," came the immediate, and icy cold, answer.

Voldemort just refrained from rolling his eyes. "Details, details. Fine, I swear, on my magic, that I will not harm you in anyway today… unless you attempt to harm me."

Now, Harry was gaping at him, jaw open. Swearing on your magic wasn't something to be taken lightly. It wasn't as serious as an unbreakable vow, but it still had serious repercussions if broken.

"You – er… what?" Harry asked, rather disjointedly.

"I swore on my magic not to harm you today," Voldemort repeated slowly. Maybe he'd mistaken the Gryffindor's intelligence level. "Or do you want to get into an epic battle like all of those wizards and witches expected years ago?"

"No!" Harry almost yelped. Voldemort raised an eyebrow in question, and the boy cleared his throat. "No. I don't want to duel you."

Even if he had had his suspicions, hearing the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen one, the one who, according to a prophecy by an extremely unstable woman, would be the only one able to kill him, was shocking. And rather pleasing, if he was honest. "Good. Then sit down, and we can discuss this," he said, once again patting the seat next to him.

"Erm… I'd rather stand, thanks," Harry said after a moment.

"Sit." The single word brooked no argument. "I've already promised not to harm you. What on earth do you expect me to do?" He paused. "Of course, perhaps you're uncomfortable with my appearance? How about one you're more familiar with?" He took out his wand, ignoring the jolt of the other, and flicked the wand over himself. He felt his skin tingle and features morph, and, even though he didn't have a mirror, he knew that he now resembled Thomas Deldir, his counterpart, so to speak. He smiled charmingly at the stupefied boy. "Better?"

Harry made a choking sound and then smacked himself in the forehead. "Of course! Thomas Deldir. Tom Riddle. Deldir is an anagram for Deldir. And you always did like anagrams, didn't you? Take if off, though. It's even more disturbing seeing him, I mean you, like that now that I know who you really are."

With another smooth movement of his wand, Voldemort returned to his own appearance. "Hm. And I was under the impression that you were rather fond of Thomas." To his glee, Harry flushed slightly. He continued, "Now, if you're quite done protesting and hitting yourself in the head, I would prefer it if you sat down," he said, words definitely tinged with annoyance this time.

After hesitating for another moment, Harry moved forward, dragging his feet unwillingly, and, after a suspicious glance at Voldemort, who was grinning in a way that would make a vampire proud and a lesser man scream like a first year, he sat down at the far end of the couch, keeping as much space as he could between him and Voldemort. "Fine," he said shortly, "I'm sitting. Now explain all of – all of this!"

"Gladly." Voldemort leaned back into the couch, completely at ease. "To answer your questions… I'm here to explain things, I suppose. I was pretending to be someone else because I knew that you wouldn't let me within a dozen meters without trying to curse me, and I wanted to see how you really are. No, I think I've made it pretty clear that I'm not here to kill you, and, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't now that I know you're one of my horcruxes. Why did I come back? I think I answered that already. Although, I also came back to make sure you didn't vanish. I had a difficult enough time finding you last time. A woman had seen you and she came to me with the information. And, as to why the young Malfoy was disguised as a girl… I did that. I thought it suited him."

"Yeah, too well," Harry muttered before falling silent and staring at him. He simply stared at him with those luminous green eyes, unblinking.

To Voldemort's surprise, they were more calculating that confused now, although the confusion was still there. He stared back.

Finally, Harry blinked, turning his head away, and let out a sigh, running his hands through his unruly black hair.

Voldemort's eyes traced the movement, waiting.

"Well… That's not what I expected. I mean, I wasn't really sure what I expected, but that wasn't it." He shook his head. "Let me get this straight. A witch came to you claiming to know where I was, and you decided to disguise yourself to come and see me and then you decided to get to know me and you included Snape, Mr. Malfoy, and Malfoy in on the whole thing? And you kept it up for that long? You have to admit, it still doesn't make that much sense."

Voldemort made a non-committal sound. "It does it you realize that even before I found out that you are my horcrux that I didn't want to kill you."

Harry blinked. "Yeah, about that… why?"

"Do you know how many prophecies actually come true? Out of all of the ones made?" Voldemort asked abruptly. His confused companion shook his head slowly. "Around nineteen percent. I finally figured that I could simply ignore the prophecy and it wouldn't come true if I didn't try to kill you anymore. Besides, it would be a waste to kill someone with your magical potential."

"Not to mention the fact that there was the chance you would have died," Harry pointed out.

"Yes, there was a slim chance of that, too," Voldemort admitted grudgingly.

"Okay, fine. I might get that, but then why were you… I mean, why did it seem like you were fli-" Harry stopped abruptly, slightly flustered. "Never mind."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. What was he sputtering about?

Out of the blue, Harry burst into laughter. Granted, it was tinged with hysteria, but it was laughter nonetheless.

When the raven-haired young man's laughter subsided, Voldemort asked archly, "Should I contact St. Mungo's or would you care to explain?"

"Nothing. It's just that if someone told me that I'd be sitting here, talking with my arch-enemy, and doing it fairly peaceably, I'd have thought that they had a confundus cast on them," Harry explained.

"Ex-arch-enemy," Voldemort corrected. Harry still looked doubtful at that, but before he could say anything, Voldemort leaned forward and asked with interest, "What I find interesting is that you are taking this so calmly. As a Gryffindor, I would have expected a lot more anger and refusal to believe what I'm saying."

The younger man shrugged. "I still read the Daily Prophet, and if any of what's in there is true then you're not quite the crazy, power mad, evil, snake-faced bastard I thought you were."

"Thank you so much," Voldemort said dryly.

Harry huffed. "What I mean is that the wizarding world is actually in better shape than it was under Fudge. I was expecting something more along the lines of the mass destruction of all muggle-borns, or their enslavement, for magical creatures to be treated even worse, for Dark Arts to be the norm, and for a thousand years of darkness. You know, those sorts of thing."

Well, he had actually planned to get rid of the muggle-borns, to crush magical creatures, and he had actually introduced some Dark arts into Hogwarts, but Harry didn't need to know that. Better to focus on the one thing that was preposterous.

"A thousand years of darkness, really?"

"It seemed to fit," Harry said, unapologetic. "But, anyway, I knew, or thought, that you weren't completely nuts and evil, so that's why I didn't try to… Erm, kill you immediately."

Then, he seemed become aware of how close they were.

Over the course of the conversation, Voldemort had moved from his end of the couch over to Harry's, so close that their legs would brush if they moved. Not to mention the fact that the Dark Lord's arm was along the back of the couch, almost encircling Harry.

"Umm…"

"Yes?" Voldemort prompted, keeping his face innocent.

Harry leaned back as far as he could without falling off of the couch and swallowed, adam's apple bobbing. He didn't quite seem able to find his words.

Having pity on him, although still laughing manically inwardly, Voldemort moved back slightly, and said, "Well, now that I've answered all of your questions, I think it's time that you answered some of mine, don't you think?"

"I suppose," Harry conceded warily, flusteredness disappearing at the sudden question.

Voldemort almost lamented that fact. He rather liked seeing his no-longer-arch-enemy flustered because of him. "Good. Why did you leave the wizarding world?"

Voldemort waited, with baited breath, for the answer to the question he had been wondering for the past two years. He'd come up with theory after theory, but now he'd know the truth…

Yes, yes, I know it's been ages since I last updated. I'm still alive, and I've also started college and am taking my midterms right now. I've come to several conclusions. One, college is a process that evil professors created to suck out your soul. Two, taking sixteen units for your first quarter ever is a bad idea. Three, school consumes your life, leaving you no free time and makes you into a hollow, anxiety-ridden shell of a person. I actually had this chapter written ages ago, but I never posted it up. Why? Because I forgot. Why did I forget? Because I was busy with, you guessed it, college. Okay... I'm done ranting now. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter. No, wait. One more thing... I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO FREAKING LONG! Okay, now I'm done. Oh, and before anyone says anything, I apologize in advance for the length of the reviews, but I'm not going to stop talking to the people who read my story.

Ja ne,

Rumer Hasit

xDarklightx: You said to update soon... Er, well I didn't do that, but I did update eventually. That counts for something, right? Please don't use an unforgivable on me...

Barranca: Long live friendship, indeed... What were we talking about? Anyway, Luna is awesome and kind, and Voldemort is... Well, he's just him.

gypsydancer529: You can't wait to see how Tom handles Harry? Oh, he'd like to "handle" Harry, alright... That sounded incredibly perverted. And I meant for it to sound that way! And, yes, it would totally figure that Voldemort would find Harry beautiful while the guy was trying to incapacitate him. He's got weird kinks.

Madame de Coeur: I am so sorry that I haven't updated in so long. All I can say is that I really hope you're still interested in reading this little story of mine.

DuShuZhi: I know. I love Luna, too. She's one of my favorite characters by far. I mean, how can you really top her? She's cute, imaginative, a little crazy, smart, sweet, and completely awesome.

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Reader-Anonymous-Writer: Voldemort is rather brilliant, isn't he? He is a Slytherin, after all. He avoided lying for the most part. A miracle, especially considering who it is we're talking about. And I'm sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up.

Fireotaku18: Well, Voldemort sort of did punish Draco... sort of. I couldn't exactly have him kill Draco off, now could I? Never mind. Don't answer that. Voldemort's heart just wasn't into it. He's too distracted by Harry at the moment. As for him not torturing Luna... I don't really have a reason for that except for the fact that I like her so much I don't want to torture her. That's right. Author bias!

rowanlyn-mirrim: Well, thank you very much. I'm rather happy with how my version of Voldemort came out, too. I always wanted Harry to just dump the wizarding world and leave them to their own devices, too. Bunch of prats for the most part... and I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in forever.

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Gemini Perverell: You think... Voldemort's a sweetheart? I definitely need to make him a little more evil, don't I? But I'm glad that you like him, and I want to apologize that I haven't posted a chapter sooner. I know you've been reading and reviewing this story for a while, and really hope that you will continue to.

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Krysania: Well, the way that I view it is that Harry's been through a lot, and I mean a lot, of weird shit, and finding out that someone he's been spending time with was really a disguised Voldemort wouldn't be too surprising after all. As for the soft punishment of Draco... I think I've tortured him enough making him cross-dress. You've been sitting on hot nails since the last chapter? That must have been uncomfortable...

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Tearful Shadows: Nope, no duel between Harry and Voldemort. They're just going to have a nice peaceful, heartfelt conversation, filled with weirdness, overt flirting, and misunderstandings. Maybe.

sousie: Ah, you are wise beyond your years. If I was confronted with a smiling Voldemort, I'd have disapparated before you could say, "Cauldron cake!" Or, alternately, "Holy ^(#$(*".

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Lady Lunasuki: I think there are very few people who could talk sense into the Dark Lord... and Luna makes so little sense that it makes sense she would be one of those people, right? Right? I have no idea.

RRW: Oh, boy. Well, you know what? I didn't even consider Voldemort turning Draco into a girl for an extended amount of time. And I think you're right... It wouldn't be that much of a punishment.

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Izara Sprightly of Redmont: I know. You just can't dislike Luna, can you? It's an impossibility. Like Ron chewing with his mouth shut or Draco not sneering. And, as always, Zara, you are completely awesome in your omake-making skills.

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Name 304: Voldemort went for the bold approach. He just went back to Harry's flat. And... I'm really, really sorry about not updating sooner. And you're welcome about including Luna in the story. She does get overlooked a lot, doesn't she? How can other authors not see how amazing she is?

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