Time flew by. Literally. Tom and Harry were growing closer and closer as the years went by. The summers were the hardest. Harry hadn't cried since that one time, and little harry was crying less and less. Normally that would be a good thing, but the beatings got worse and worse. By the start Harry's 5th year, Vernon had almost killed Harry more than Voldemort. Tom felt his heart drop as bit by bit, the light left Harry's eyes. The nightmares were terrible, and they weren't even Voldemort's fault yet.

One time, after a particularly terrible beating Vernon dragged Harry up to his room by his hair. Harry hadn't seen Egghead in a while. He'd been grounded for 3 days, but first day out Dudley sabotaged him. It was day 4, so McGonagal decided to check on the boy like she did. He wasn't in his room, that was good? She heard stomping and quickly darted under the bed. Then she noticed the screams. Was that? No, it couldn't be. The door flung open and Vernon threw Harry in the room, this time he came in with. He stomped on Harry's stomach. Harry tried to turn over, but Vernon just started kicking him. Vernon actually got Harry's jaw with a good kick and broke it. Harry wanted to scream but all he did was whimper and groan. He knew better than to make noise. Finally Vernon was done. He spat on Harry before turning to leave, making sure to lock up.

McGonagal couldn't move. She was in shock. Harry wasn't moving either. Tears streamed down his face. They worsened when he moved to get his wand. It hurt so bad. Harry was in so much pain as he fixed his 2 broken ribs. Minerva could physically see the bones fix themselves the boy was so thin. Slowly but surely, and ever so painfully, Harry healed himself. Even when he was done he stayed on the floor. He didn't want to move.

Minerva, having regained her composure climbed out from under the bed Harry looked at her. He wasn't on the verge of tears. He didn't look sad. He just looked empty, kind of broken inside.

Days passed by.

Voldemort watched Dudley and his gang surround little Harry. When he looked over at him Harry looked bored. Tired. He swayed back and forth trying to stay awake. Tom sighed and laid Harry down on his lap. Harry looked up at him confused. "You need to sleep, besides it's the least I could do." Tom said, trying to hide his blush. His failure what pointed out by the barely half awake commentary of Harry Potter. He yawned and snuggled into Voldemort's lap. "You're cute when you blush." Harry muttered before passing out. It's too bad he didn't stay awake long enough to watch Tom's face go beat red.

Harry woke up still tried he yawned as he looked up at Tom, who was looking down at him. A moment or two later Harry remembered why he was here. He sat up and yawned. "Sorry about that. I just conked right out didn't I. What did I miss?" Harry asked. Voldemort was doing the staring thing again.

Tom shook his head. "Well uh, right now You're teaching a DA meeting, it's almost Christmas break." Harry nodded in acknowledgement, but Tom continued. "I have to say Harry, this group is amazing. I love watching how you just get all fired up when you teach."

Voldemort and Harry watched the year. Tom decided that he had to meet the twins after they set that dragon Firework on the pink lady. When he mentioned this to Harry, he couldn't help but notice the boy's eyes dull down at the mention though.

Fwish. That's what the year sounded like. It was hard though. Between Harry's dreams and the lessons with Snape. The sheer amount of time Harry was alone. It was weighing down. Then it happened. The battle at the ministry.

Harry couldn't watch. It hurt to much. Serious and him fought side by side. "Nice one James." Serious said, Tom watched a flame spark by into Harry's eyes. Hope. And then, Bellatrix. Serious was gone. Harry's last bit of hope was gone. Tom held Harry close. Even he couldn't watch anymore.

Voldemort watched himself lean over Harry after battling with Dumbledore. He was... horrified with himself. He held Harry, who was still hiding in his arms, even tighter. He didn't want to let go. No, the dark lord didn't want to go back to how he was.