The world went black. Was he dead? No, he knew he wasn't. Voldemort stood beside him now. They were in a kitchen. There was a family sitting at the table. Harry gasped when he realized that the adults were his parents. Voldemort sighed and explained the spell.

"They can't see you." Harry looked at him. "What is this?" "The Memoria Charm. It takes me and whoever might have been within distance to be effected. Since it hit you, we get to go on a little trip. I'm going to first watch the privileged life of the Boy who lived. Then, I will decide if I'm gonna kill you and not the others." Harry was shocked. Still, Voldemort was left unsatisfied. There was no argument or scowl. Not even a flicker of hatred. What will it take to get a response out of this kid?

He turned his attention back to the scene before them ans walked around. "What's so special about this moment anyways?" He asked. Harry looked longingly at his parents. "Nothing I guess. I didn't even know if this was real." "What do you mean?" Voldemort asked curiously. "This is the memory I use for my patronis." Voldemort looked at Harry again. "You can produce a patronis?" Harry shrugged. "Yeah. I thought you knew. What with you surfing around my head and all." The dark lord scoffed. "No. I only played with a few memories. The ones I shot at you. That was all I actually did in regards to your memories." Harry looked genuinely surprised for a moment. Before anything could be said, the scene changed.

A man's voice called from the down stairs. Harry and Voldemort were in a nursery with a baby boy. "Sweetheart! Don't forget to turn Harry's nightlight on! You know how he gets when it's too dark!" A woman appeared in the doorway. "I got it honey! Can you bring up his stuffy?" She called back. Harry's mom came over to him as a baby.

Voldemort looked over at Harry. "Your Stuffy?" Harry looked away, a light pink dusted his cheeks. Voldemort continued. "I got to admit, I never pegged you as the 'scared of the dark' type." Harry shrugged. "Guess I grew out of it."

There was a knock at the door. They had both known this was coming. "Guess we both get to find out what happened that night." Harry looked at the snake like man. "You don't know?" "No. My memories of the whole thing are kinda a blur."

Yelling was heard from down stares. It stopped. Silenced though, followed by stomping up the stares. Harry watched fear paint his mothers face. She turned back to her baby. "Harry, remember. No matter what, mommy loves you." Then she went to reach for her wand on the other side of the room. It all happened so fast. Voldemort looked at Harry and cast the curse, but his mother threw herself in the way. The body dropped to the floor. Harry shut his eyes as it happened. He couldn't watch. The hooded Voldemort laughed. "Pathetic fool!" Then, he pointed his wand at the baby boy.

Green light shot out at the boy's head, but then bounced back and hit Voldemort square in the chest. His figure seemed to close in on itself and he disappeared. Silence fell.

Even Voldemort who had been watched was amazed by his coldness. Crazed anger. He looked over at Harry who stood with his eyes shut tight and his fists clenched. He didn't cry.

A loud figure fumbled up the stares. Voldemort was surprised to see Snape. Harry already knew this would happen. As Voldemort stared in shock and the sobbing professor he heard Harry sigh. "Snape loved my mother. They both had the same patronis." Even Voldemort felt a tinge of pity ring in his heart. He knew what that meant for Snape. Still, he looked back at the baby boy.

Baby Harry was crying with a freshly formed scar on his head. Amazing. Voldemort couldn't take his eyes off the scar. They moved on to the next memory.

They both watched in silence as Dumbledore left Harry on the door step.

Voldemort looked at Harry. Harry's eyes were on the scene in front of them, but something told him that he wasn't actually watching. Utterly bored Voldemort scratched the back of him head awkwardly. "Potter. About what happened back at the house..." "It happened and it's over. Can we just not. I'd rather not hear your gloating at the moment." Harry said. Cutting off the dark lord. Voldemort sighed. He wasn't planing in gloating. Honestly, he didn't know what he was planing in saying. He just sighed and watched the scene turn from night to day in and instant.

Harry, who had been lost in thought, was brought back by the sound of a familiar shriek. His head snapped up. "Ahh!!! Vernon, there's a baby on the door step!!!" She scrame in horror. Vernon came out and picked up the note, leaving the now crying kid on the ground. His face drained color. "Quickly, bring him in before anyone seeing him." He said. Now they were in the house. "What is it Vernon?" Petunia asked. "It's your sister. She's dead. Got herself blown up along with her husband." With next to no remorse, the woman scoffed. "Not surprised, so with with the kid?" Vernon handed her the note. After a moment she turned furious. "What?! Why do WE have to take care of it?!" Vernon had just about enough of the screaming kid. "We don't." He said. "We'll drop him off at someone else's house." Petunia agreed until she flipped the note over. "Wait Vernon, look at this. It said here that his presence will keep us safe. Perhaps it's best we keep him. Keep our Dudlykins safe." Vernon grunted. "Fine, but I'm not wasting the second bedroom on the thing. He can sleep in the cupboard. Maybe we can pretend he's not here." Petunia agreed.

Holding the baby Vernon practically dropped it on the floor of the cupboard. Taking one last disgusted look, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Leaving Harry in the dark.

Voldemort watched in shock. What was that?! These people are terrible. He glanced back over at Harry, who only looked at the ground. On to the next memory.

Harry was 3 now. Even the dark lord had to admit the little kid looked kinda cute. Harry was learning to crawl. Voldemort watched the baby crawl sloppily over to Dudley. No one else was in the room. Things were cute and nice, until she came in.

Petunia took one look and screeched. She grabbed Dudley and lifted him away from Harry as if the boy were diseased. Next Vernon came in. His face turned red in anger. He grabbed Harry by his hair and dragged him away. The boy scrame in pain, but Vernon only threw him in his cupboard. "Keep away from our son you freak!" He yelled, slamming the door and locking it. Voldemort and Harry were in the cupboard with the memory. There was a cot in the cupboard now. Harry just cried. "Mommy? Daddy?" He sobbed. He was answered by a startling slam on the door. "Your parents are DEAD! Not that they would have wanted you anyways. Now silence or no dinner!" Harry did his best and muffled his cries. Still, as promised, no dinner was served that night.

Neither of the two watchers said a word.