Year 4. Harry was nervous about this year and Tom could tell. He decided to take this opportunity to embarrass Harry.

They were both sitting down. Tom flung himself over Harry's lap dramatically. "Don't worry Harry. I'll protect you. I'll be here for you and keep you safe and all that jazz." Tom said, squishing Harry's cheeks together. Harry pulled the hands off his cheeks and laughed. "That's rich considering you are why I'm nervous." Tom attempted and innocent look saying, "Me? What could I do?" Neither of them lasted a second before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

Once they were done Tom looked up a Harry. He was smiling and looked down to see Tom staring at him again. "Hey, why do you do that?" Harry asked as memory had him just sitting and talking with Egghead. "Do what?" Tom asked. "You're always staring at me. Why?" Tom blush once he'd realized he'd been caught. He sat up nervously. "Well - you see - um..." he sighed. Yeah, it's time he knew. "It's your eyes Harry." Tom said. "My - my eyes?" Harry asked, unsure if he heard correctly.

Voldemort look back at little Harry who was packing last minute. "Harry, when I first met you, there was a light in your eyes. I remember that from when you were a baby. I though it was just a innocent twinkle. But then, I met you again first year. I watched you through Quirl's eyes you see. There again, I saw that light. Your eyes have held this unexplainable flame your whole life. Watching you as a child again, it's there." Tom layed back down of Harry's lap as he talked, neither of them seemed to notice though as Tom waved his hands in the air as he spoke. "When we fight, your eyes are like this inferno. Blazing fire. It's amazing. Now I see you grow up and it's always there. Like a warm flame when you're with friends. Shining so bright like a star when you have hope. It's like how you feel is reflected in that light. It's astounding to watch. But..." Tom trailed off but he has Harry's attention. "But what Tom?" Tom looked into Harry's eyes again, curiosity filled them. That tiny little splinter of light was still there. Voldemort sighed again. "But then you came to me on the cliff. Then you dragged me into the forest. Harry, before I cast my spell-" Tom was cut off by the swishing of wind around them. This happened sometimes between the memories.

It was dark. Wait no, there was a house. Harry gulped he remembered this dream. The old man walked up the stairs and next thing was green light. Tom was surprised. "I remember that." He said, though what followed left Harry speechless. "Sorry." Tom finished.

Next the portkey and Quittage. Getting knocked out by the crowd. And the dark mark. The whole memory played out before them.

Tom felt tried. Harry's lap was surprisingly comfy. A few moments later Harry looked down to see a sleeping Voldemort in his lap. He looked so, peaceful. Harry smiled down at Voldemort. He traced the back of his ear with his finger lightly. To Harry's surprise Tom only buried himself more into Potter's lap and wrapped his arms around what he could. Harry smiled some more as he gazed at the dark lord. He never would have guessed that the universally feared Lord Voldemort was a cuddler. Harry sighed.

"HARRY POTTER!!!" Dumbledore called for the second time. Tom shot up drowsy. "I'm up!" He said rather incoherently. Harry laughed at him. The goblet of fire. Little Harry went to the trophy room. Voldemort and Harry watched the year play out. Tom watched Harry closely.

The pins, the hatred. All of it was so much. Tom held Harry as the memories went by. Harry did a lot of flying. It helped him clear his head. When he wasn't flying he was at the lake. These two things happened a lot because even Ron didn't want to talk. Hermione was always busy and even after they made up Ron and Harry didn't get to hangout much.

Little Harry got low. The only thing keeping him up was Moody and the Tournament. That turned out about as well as you'd expect. Voldemort was back.

They both watched their battle in aww. Admiring each others tactics and power. Suddenly ghosts started draining out of Voldemort's wand.

When Tom heard Harry's parents give him tips and tell him they'd hover, he tried to call the boy out for cheating. Harry laughed and Tom started to pout.

The battle was over. Cedric was dead. As Little Harry Sobbed over the dead boy, Harry couldn't look. Tom looked at Harry. He tried to make him smile, but there was no response. He did the only thing he could do. Tom wrapped an arm around Harry and watched the rest if the memory go down.

"Everything is going to change now isn't it?" Hermione asked was finally over now. Harry started to shake. Surely it wouldn't show the year end. He really didn't want- his thought were interrupted by the muffled sound of celebrating.

Little Harry was trying to sleep. He was sweating profusely and mumbling in his sleep. Harry hid his face in shame. The last night at Hogwarts. Curious, Voldemort watched intently.

"No!... m sorry... I'm sorry! Cedric, No!" Harry shot up. His breath was heavy and his heart was racing. He curled his knees to his chest. "I'm so sorry. I failed. I - I don't know why I thought I could... I'm sorry." Little Harry cried. Voldemort watched and he felt his heart threaten to brake. After a while, Harry laid back down. Tom noticed the boys eyes were, dull. No light. He eyes were in the glare of something shiny. What was it? Curious, he clumsily got out of bed and followed the glare to its source. By the window there was a... pair of scissors. They were Neville's. His favorite pruning shears. Neville had said they were charmed to never dull or stain. Harry sat by the window and fondled them for a bit. He didn't even know what he was thinking. As he stared up at the moon Harry looked back down at the blades. Tom watched in horror. "No. Don't tell me, Harry?" He looked at Harry, who wouldn't look up. Tom returned his attention to the memory, hoping he was wrong.

Little Harry's eyes widened when the thought crossed his mind. Voldemort could see the flame spark back into his eyes. Harry quickly put the shears back and ran to his bed. "No." He said in a stubborn voice. Tom sighed in relief.