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Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Elemental Mage
- 3-Changed
- 4-Offer
- 5-Blocked
- 6-Whole
- 7-Debate
- 8-Secret Room
- 5
- 6
- 7
~This is Parseltongue~

"This is normal speech"

Chapter 5

Whole

Rage. Hate. Malice. Indifference. Cruelty. Jealousy. So many emotions assaulting him all at once, tearing him apart with their intensity. And power. So much power.

Harry was cold. His whole body was racked by uncontrollable shivers, cold sweat coating his skin. Where was he? More than that; who was he? He kept floating in dark weightlessness for what seemed like an eternity. It was nothingness itself. He was nothing.

He did not particularly care about anything; the cold, the blackness, the loneliness. After all, he was nothing. But suddenly, a small boy appeared before him. Harry turned to look at him slowly, not yet overly interested. The child was small, had raven black hair sticking up in the oddest of ways and he wore a pair of round glasses. Haunting green eyes peered at him from behind the lens, clearly expecting something. Harry tried to ask him what he wanted, but he couldn't speak. What was speech anyway? What were words? He did not know.

The image of the boy flickered for a moment, before disappearing completely. When Harry looked around to see where he went, he found himself in a house, watching a family sitting around a table, chatting with each other merrily. The child from before was there as well, but no one paid attention to him, no one talked to him. He was not a part of them. He was eating without a sound, doing his best to do so slowly, in order for the meager portion on his plate to last just a little while longer.

A sudden bark of laughter startled him, causing a glass of water to crash to the ground as his thin elbow jerked at the loud sound. Everyone turned to him, regarding him with deep contempt. Hate. The big beefy man shot up from his chair, hitting the small boy so hard, he flew a few inches before crashing to the floor. The man went after him, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to the bottom of a staircase. He opened a cupboard and kicked him inside, shutting the door and locking it with a key he slipped into his pocket after he was done.

Was that…? Was that Harry? Yes… Harry was him, wasn't he?

He remembered now! The Dursleys; that was where he grew up. Why had he let them beat him repeatedly? Why was he so damn helpless? And then Hogwarts… Why did he accept the responsibility others forced upon him? Why had he smiled at the people who wanted nothing more than to use him? Why did he not fight? Why was he so resigned? Harry was absolutely disgusted with himself and the feeling just kept on increasing with every new memory he called forth. Was that really him? That weak thing? He snarled at his eleven year old self sitting in a hospital bed with his old headmaster by his side.

"What is it he doesn't have?" The child asked innocently. Dumbledore smiled at him with his trademark twinkling eyes, patting his shoulder affectionately. It was directly after he saved the Phisolopher's stone from falling into the hands of the so-called 'evil'.

"Love, Harry, it is love."

A scream of pure rage tore through his throat. He would get his revenge! He would get revenge on everyone who dared look down on him! On those who thought they could manipulate him using the kind and innocent heart of a half-broken boy, never mind how artificial that innocence may have been! They would pay!

Voldemort watched the figure floating above him with something akin to fascination.

As soon as he finished the incantation to free the boy's mind it was as if something inside him had snapped. Power poured through his very pores, calling forth the element belonging to him. Wind had surrounded him at once, swirling with such force; the Dark Lord had been pushed backward with ease. Potter was raised into the air by the terrifying mass and hung there for so long, Voldemort nearly thought he would have to spell him down.

Then, he felt rage. The youth's anger was physically affecting him with its strength. And that's when it happened; fire, inextinguishable by the pure heat of it, burst forth around him, cocooning his body as a mother would do protecting her child. The flames did not harm him, even though the power with which they burned was beyond anything nature could ever hope to produce. Much like his own.

Voldemort recalled Grigory mentioning the boy had the affinity, but he did not truly believe it. Not until now. Elements were not so easily gained; one had to be compatible with them to have any chance to wield them. A pure-hearted and good natured boy, Griffindor in everything but name, could not possibly hold enough anger, red-hot rage, for the fire element to even consider him. But what the Dark Lord felt emanating from Potter right then was darkness almost as all-consuming as his own. He wondered just what kind of life the boy had exactly, for it to reach such a level. It was also hard to imagine the enormity of the block if all of this had been locked away up until now, without so much as a trace.

The Dark Lord smiled a rare, true smile. How long ago it was, when he last felt any real interest in anything. Voldemort had not felt like this since the time he first learned he was to be a wizard. A thrill ran through his body, the fire of a new challenge igniting his long cold veins. He would have this boy. He would make sure of that. It was a pity he would have to kill him eventually, but that could not be helped. They were enemies after all, despite the fragile truce they now held.

As Potter began his descent back down, the Dark Lord snapped out of his reverie, hurrying to his side at once. He still found it hard to wrap his mind around what he just saw, so he decided to take precautions and aimed his wand at the unconscious form. He made his way to him with careful, measured steps.

"Give them to me." he heard Potter whisper as soon as he got near enough to pick it up.

"Who are you talking about?"

"The fucking rat and the crazy bitch. They're mine."

Voldemort grinned; he was looking forward to a good-good time.

Harry wanted them dead. He wanted them to suffer in the deepest pits of hell for the rest of eternity. Mercy was beyond him by that point.

"Give me Bellatrix and Pettigrew. I'm sure you could spare them as a gift for your newest ally, hm?"

"Why would I give up two of my faithful followers as a gift? What do you want with them?" Harry wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"The oversized worm deserves death for the destruction of my family. So does that crazed creature you call a woman for murdering Sirius. Do not deny me this; I would go after them with or without your permission anyway." Voldemort cocked a brow.

"You can have Pettigrew. Bella however, has her uses still. I cannot afford to lose her right now." Harry nodded stiffly. Voldemort was being fair enough. He could live with that decision as long as he had a shot at Bellatrix later on. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. With the anger draining from him rapidly though, he felt the world tilt and lay back down abruptly. He began to shake, tremors of fatigue running through his system.

He was distantly shocked, even appalled at his own thoughts and intentions, but it was not enough for him to regret any of it. Finally, after a life spent in shame and unjustified guilt, he finally felt whole. He was free in the oddest sense of the word; he was himself. Although the block was never something he noticed, but now that it was gone, he could hardly even comprehend how it was possible for him to live the way he had. He was now nothing like the simple minded idiot Dumbledore had made him into. The self-sacrificing fool was nothing but a bad memory.

Of course, this did not mean he ceased to feel all the other emotions he had up until then, but Harry was no longer blinded by them; there was something there to balance them out, make them appreciated. After all; what was light without darkness? And since the goodness inside him had always been abnormally huge, an equal amount of darkness was necessary to keep him whole. Harry grinned; he could see everything so clearly! As unconsciousness took him again, his last thought was a rush of gratefulness – to Voldemort.

It was a few hours later when Harry bolted upright with his scream echoing in his own ears. Apparently, getting your fair share of emotions back did not make one any less susceptible to nightmares of the past. Harry plopped back down on the soft mattress, recalling what had happened. The feeling of release had been euphoric; nothing he had experienced so far could measure up to it.

Suddenly remembering something, his hand shot up to touch his neck. Nothing. Harry laughed out loud when the only thing he encountered was soft skin. No collar has been forced upon him. An amused chuckle had him snapping his head sideways to stare into deep, crimson eyes.

"I did try to put it back. It seems you have ruined my little device though." Harry raised an eyebrow, answering amusement glinting in his gaze as well.

"A pity." he answered with sarcasm practically dripping from his tone. Harry sobered up quickly though. "Listen now, because I'm only saying this once." he took a deep breath " … Thanks." Voldemort grinned and inclined his head. However much Harry would have wished it to be someone – anyone – else to be the one to free his mind, it was undoubtedly the damn snake he now owed a debt to. In the wizarding world, debts were not something to be trifled with.

"How long have I been out?" Harry asked after sitting up with some difficulty.

"Almost the whole day. All that power you pumped out took its toll on your body."

"Power?" Harry frowned.

"You called out your element after the block crumbled. You tore down my ceiling."

"Oh. Well, sorry I guess." Voldemort only shrugged.

"We will continue your lessons tomorrow; you are in no shape for it right now. We should discuss some of our plans however." Harry nodded silently and Voldemort continued.

"The hardest part will be getting near Dumbledore. The old fool is almost never alone. He surrounds himself with members of the Order and acts like they're his personal body guards. For us to succeed, we have to get him alone in one way or another." Harry's back stiffened at the mention of his old headmaster's name. Oh how he would love to see him on his knees before him, in pain and begging him for forgiveness. The image caused a wicked smile to appear on his face, and it was not a nice one. When Voldemort caught his gaze, he saw a very similar expression on him. They watched each other grinning like idiotic children after swallowing a particularly tasty treat.

They continued plotting for hours, and it was almost morning by the time they realized how long they have been sitting there. Voldemort was a surprisingly fun companion; sometimes Harry had even managed to forget how much he hated the man. At one point, they had fallen into a heated debate about dark and light magic that had Harry nearly bouncing in his seat with excitement. Voldemort was the first person with views similar to his own that he met. Even Grigory had been more on the light side than anything else.

"Magic in itself is not evil. It is the freedom of the user what to do with it." Voldemort had said.

"Exactly! It's like saying the Dark Lord is a light wizard if he uses light magic. Ridiculous!"

"Also, it's not as if light magic cannot be used for 'evil' purposes. For example, you could fly a knife right into the heart of someone, but the charm would still be considered light."

"Right. The whole wizarding populace is such a bigoted lot. Kind of sad, how they blind themselves to possibilities because of stupid terms."

As the first rays of sunlight made their entrance into the study, Harry stretched in his chair. He yawned with abandon as Voldemort watched him with a slight smile.

"How about we call it a day? I need my beauty sleep."

"Don't let me hold you up. But I must warn you not to leave your room. There is going to be a meeting held later in the day." Harry grinned.

"Aw, Tom, don't you trust me? Cross my heart, I won't try to kill anyone." The curse was already flying at him before he had the chance to finish the sentence. Harry quickly conjured a shield and it bounced off harmlessly, crashing into the wall.

"Hey, that was nasty! That would have gutted me you know!"

"I already told you not to call me that. Try keeping that in mind next time." Voldemort answered coolly. Harry just smirked at him while he made his way to the door.

"So what should I call you? My Great Lordness?" he chuckled. "Go again. I think I will stand by my first choice." Another curse was already heading his way and Harry quickly slammed the door shut before it could reach him. He heard Tom growling behind his desk but he only laughed harder and headed back to his room.

It was well into the evening when Harry felt the tell-tale signs of apparations in the house. He had been bored out of his brains with nothing to do but sleep and stare at immaculate white walls. A little adventure was in order.

He got up and walked to the door, unlocking it with a few soft words. He knew there were wards ahead by the stairs, and since he had no intentions of alerting Tom that he left his room, he began tearing them down one by one with great precision. If he was not careful, they would explode on him as an inbuilt self-defense mechanism, so Harry had to pay extra attention to the ones that were connected to such curses. It took him a good twenty minutes to get through and he wiped perspiration off his forehead before he began sneaking toward the place where he felt the magical signatures of more than a dozen people.

When he opened the door he found himself face to face with fourteen wands pointed directly at him. As he scanned the people sitting around the large table, he locked eyes with Tom in all his noseless glory. Harry grimaced; Tom was no eye-candy like that.

"Hi!" he waved at the assembly cheerily. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"How dare you? State your name you filthy insolent fool! Bow before our Lord!" he heard a familiar voice screech. He turned to her slowly, perfectly calm for all appearances. Inside however, he was nearly consumed by hate and loathing.

"Why hello, Bella. Long time no see, eh?" the woman scrunched her face into a confused expression.

"I don't know you!" she shouted. Harry's lips lifted into a cruel smile.

"Of course. Crucio." He watched her tumble off her chair with satisfaction. She screamed in agony, but Harry did not let up even after more than a minute. He sensed the dangerous spell flying at him without even looking and he pulled up his shield around him before it had a chance to get closer. Slowly, almost teasingly, he let up the intensity of the curse and watched Bellatrix collapse on the cold stone floor. Saliva was trickling down her chin and her body was racked by shudders.

Another spell came at him, and he turned to see the Dark Lord regarding him levelly. Oh yeah, he did say he wanted Bella alive. Harry shrugged and grinned at him and – although barely – he sensed an answering twitch on the other's lips.

"My faithful servants; this is Ted. He is my guest and a new ally to further our noble cause." Harry shot him a murderous glare, but Voldemort only cocked an eyebrow.

~Who are you calling Ted, you bastard?~ he hissed in Parseltongue. ~Don't you have any creativity left in that dark and malicious mind of yours?~

~Who told you to leave your room? I wasn't planning on introducing you yet you know.~

"Damn snake." Harry muttered. Now all the Death Eaters would know him as a chap named T-fucking-ed. Wonderful.

Some of the cloaked figures gasped at his insult. Harry knew most of them were already cowed by his little show with Bellatrix, but he supposed it was absolutely unheard of for anyone to insult their Lord. He grinned; he was not about to fall to his knees and cover before the man. Truthfully, he doubted Tom would have appreciated it anyway. Harry was aware he was enjoying their bantering nearly as much as he did. He could just imagine how long ago it must have been for someone to talk back at him.

Harry made his way to Tom's end of the table and conjured a chair for himself beside him. He plopped down and let his gaze travel over the group. The room was so quiet; he doubted anyone was even breathing, not counting the panting mad-woman on the floor.

"So, what's the agenda? Don't mind me folks, just continue whatever you were doing until now, hm? Torture, blood and gore – it's music to my ears." Harry heard Tom choke beside him quietly and he grinned at him again. What a surprise; did the all powerful Lord have a sense of humor? Who knew?

A new update so quickly! :D I just can't seem to lay this story to rest for even five minutes! Every time I try to concentrate on something else it comes popping back into my mind and I end up working on it anyway! That's a prime example for ADHD for you! XD

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