A/N: I know it's been a while but I have been 'trying' to finish my main fic Impossible Bonds... Well, here's the next chapter, Enjoy!

Harry jerked in his bed as his vision shifted and he suddenly saw what Voldemort was seeing. He frowned as he couldn't see what angered the man now. Further investigation revealed the lack of pain in his scar and presence of something pleasant. With a start the boy-who-lived realized Voldemort, his enemy, crazy dark lord who was always angry was, in fact, for once in his life truly happy. The revelation was earth-shattering and Harry found himself carefully watching to see what caused the dark lord to be happy.

What really got to him was the fact that it was untainted happiness. Usually, Voldemort was happy to hurt someone or on a raid. Occasionally, he was filled with lust, as if Harry needed any extra hormones in his system. Lately, those types of happiness were far in between. Today, Voldemort was simply happy. The reason was unclear but it was pellucid that his happiness did not come from anyone's misery.

Harry couldn't find what made him happy. Voldemort was at some sort of meeting. They were talking in another language. Despite himself, Harry was impressed at the fluency Tom had in a foreign language. If he had to guess it was Bulgarian as the accent resembled that of Viktor. It seemed to be a business meeting, rather than a war meeting. Harry wondered if he should learn Bulgarian to gather intelligence. As Voldemort seemed unaware of his presence, Harry stayed quietly in his mind, observing the people and their body language and trying to decipher what they were all saying.

After hours of heated discussion over maps indicating what Harry assumed were targets and then a mountain of paperwork they all read and discussed animatedly, Voldemort swept out of the underground room imperiously. Harry raised his brow in interest as he could feel the overwhelming happiness practically bubbling over in him. He had to wonder what could make the man so cheerful to the point he failed to notice Harry's presence for so long.

Harry hated this connection! Now he was nauseous because the stupid dark lord had to apparate! He scowled at nothing in particular but Voldemort's happy mood soon won him over. He had to smile as he thought about all the unhappiness in his nemesis' life. Not for the first time did Harry wonder if he could reach out to Tom; if only someone had loved Tom and cared for him- Harry felt sad more than angry whenever he thought of Tom Riddle, the orphan boy with a terrible life and no support. He refused to believe Tom was born evil… that was just a stupid old man's ranting.

Harry pulled away from his thoughts as Voldemort strode out of the cave-like room into a hallway lined with old portraits and occasional sconce with a carpet lined floor. Nagini joined him out of nowhere.

~Welcome back, master.~

~Hello, my dear. Have you had a good day?~

~Yess… I caught five juicy rabbits in the forest. Yummy rabitsss.~

~Be careful. Do not get into trouble, Nagini.~

~Of course~ The snake scoffed as if the mere idea of her getting into trouble was stupid.

~Where is Lucius?~

~You mean the little one.~

~If you weren't my familiar…~

~The family is in the sitting room.~

~Thank you. Now go off... scare the elves or something.~ Nagini hissed in annoyance as Harry reeled with shock at the fact that Voldemort thanked someone… even if it was a snake!

"My Lord." Lucius Malfoy stood as soon as Tom entered the room.

"Lucius." The man acknowledged. Narcissa and Draco also got up and faced him. Narcissa gave a small curtsy and Draco bowed from the waist. What confused Harry was the fact that Draco seemed to be smiling slightly- since when did Malfoys smile like that?

"Draco."

"My Lord." Draco gave a slightly larger smile and his eyes seemed soft.

"Come. I want the report." Lucius looked slightly worried as did Narcissa. Harry frowned.

"As you wish." Draco followed Tom out the door, up a flight of stairs and into a comfortable private sitting room. Voldemort stood facing the wall and seemed nervous. Now, why would he be nervous? It was just Draco! Harry was getting more confused.

"My Lord?" Draco's voice wafted over… it was soft and husky. Husky? Harry snapped to full attention as Voldemort seemed to smile and turn around. Draco was only a foot or so away from Tom and to Harry's amazement there was no fear in his face, instead there was a soft open smile that made his rival look beautiful. Harry was too shocked to have a coherent thought- though that might have been a good thing considering what happened next.

"Draco." Voldemort placed a hand on the blond's cheek, cupping it even as the scaly sickly skin faded into pale human skin. Draco leaned into the hand and stepped closer. Inexplicably, Harry realized they were about to kiss. He wanted to scream and rant at the sheer irrationality of the scene but was thankfully frozen in his mind as it tried to process everything.

"I missed you, Marvolo." Draco smiled wider. Marvolo only hummed and captured pink lips once more. Draco slipped a hand around the long neck and another around Marvolo's waist and walked them backwards through a door. Harry realized with shock that it was a bedroom… if he had to guess it was probably Tom's, or Marvolo's as he seems to prefer being called. It was with morbid curiosity that he watched Draco divest Marvolo of his clothes while Marvolo returned the favor. Merlin that boy was hot; if he wasn't such an arrogant git, Harry might have even considered a relationship with Draco- as it was he was currently besotted with another and the Slytherin prince seemed to like the Slytherin Lord. Harry snickered to himself.

Harry's mirth was cut off when he noticed the positions the two men were taking. He was sure his body had bug eyes at this point as Draco settled in between Marvolo's legs.

"Draco… hurry."

"Don't be so impatient, Marvolo. I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't care." Marvolo growled and seemed to cast a spell.

"Or we could do it that way." Draco commented and kissed the dark lord. Before Harry could hear Marvolo moan in pleasure he forced himself out of the man's mind. He did not particularly want to feel the sensation of being on the bottom anyway.

Harry sat up looking dazed and stared at the wall for nearly an hour before his mind started working. It seemed the Dark Lord had found love. He was happy, ergo there was a slight chance that his insanity might be less than before and a slim chance that the man would listen to reason and change his approach. The meeting earlier made more sense. Instead of rash decisions, Marvolo was discussing things. The attack rate had fallen not because of some huge plan involving a lot of deaths but because the dark lord was strategizing how best to reach his goals.

That brought forth an interesting question. What were Marvolo's goals? Would he be amenable to a blood-less plan? Could Harry form some sort of alliance and agreement between Light and the dark? He needed information on Marvolo and he might just have an idea where he could get it. He grinned and fell into meditation and found the connection to Voldemort which was still exuding happiness and now pleasure. He sort of peeked into Marvolo's mind and groaned when he realized the two Slytherins had switched positions and Marvolo was quite happily enjoying pounding into Draco. He decided he could take a trip through the Dark lord's mind later and decided to take a much needed nap.

An hour later, at nearly three in the night, Harry awoke and padded to the loo. He had the strange feeling that he needed to do something but didn't remember what at the moment. He returned to bed and flopped on his belly and tried to recall what he had wanted to do. His mind cleared slowly and his eyes lit up in mischief as he sat cross-legged on his bed and started the breathing exercises needed to slip into meditation.

Soon his consciousness entered into the garden that was his mindscape and Harry made his way to the familiar gate that led to Marvolo. It was how he pictured their connection and normally he had deadly vines covering the gate and hiding it from view and access. Today he commanded the vines to recede and unlocked the gate and purposefully stepped into Marvolo's mind.

Marvolo's mind was dark as he had expected but it was hardly chaotic. His mind was a replica of a large study and had dark wood furniture adorning the rich forest green carpet. Three of the walls were lined with books that Harry approached. He experimentally touched the spine of a random book and was not surprised when he got shocked slightly. Grinning, he cast a finite and grabbed the book. He seated himself in what was undoubtedly Tom's chair and opened the book to read.

Harry blinked in annoyance and complete perplexity as he soon realized the book was some basic knowledge on runes… nothing too important... well not that he was looking for in any case. He browsed through the remaining books and found they all contained inane topics and nothing of Tom's memories! Growling in frustration, he rummaged through the desk only to find it empty.

He calmed himself and thought where Tom could hide his life. His mind supplied an image of the Black library which had hidden compartments for the most precious books. The idea appealed to him and he carefully scrutinized the room for any sign of hidden places. He thought along the lines of the Chamber of Secrets and looked for engravings of snakes. To his dismay the entire place was filled with the motif! After what seemed like hours, he finally found an anomaly- a slightly larger snake with no other remarkable thing about it. Harry huffed and hissed a few choice passwords at it- open, unlock, disengage. As a last attempt he tried Tom's full name then Salazar's full name. A section of the wall moved at Salazar's name.

Harry smiled triumphantly and entered the lair of the Dark Lord and found himself face to face with a deadly looking snake… another bloody basilisk. He greeted it in parsel and to his surprise the creature bowed and faded into the shadows. Harry shrugged and entered a secret library through the small opening. The books here were larger and some had extra locks on them. How he wished he liked books like Hermione at the moment!

He picked up a book from the farthest section that looked a bit colorful compared to the other books. To his surprise it held Tom Marvolo Riddle's first few years. He immersed himself in the book and set about learning everything about the current dark lord.

A/N: Not much in the way of relationships but I want to move the story forward :) Please Review~~!