A/N Here I am with unlucky 13. Who is destined to be struck down by a wave of bad luck on this particular chapter? Oh well, I guess you'll just have to find out on your own because I don't like to give away spoilers.

To the person that asked about the crossover for Little Witch Academia and Harry Potter. I don't have anything in mind for that story at the moment but I will think about it and try to come up with something. That particular crossover has been on my mind for a while and I would love to add to its collection. Give me some time and I'll see what I can do.

There isn't anything else that I need to talk about so please enjoy the latest chapter and I promise that this one doesn't end on a douchebag cliffhanger.

In Harry's Mind

How many hours has it been since I came here? How long has Voldemort been banging on that damned door? At first it had been comfortable to be here with Red but now it was like I was slowly suffocating. It was getting harder to breath with each passing minute but I tried to ignore it, though it was difficult. The banging was starting to drive me insane. That bastard has already played a part in ruining my life. He killed my parents for god knows what and now he's annoying the hell out of me while trying take over my body. I glanced over at Red and remembered how he was able to hear my thoughts the last few times I came here. Could he also read Voldemort's mind?

"Yes." I rolled my eyes. Of course he can still hear me. No wonder he knew how I felt about myself. He chuckled and allowed a small smile onto his face. "That isn't the only reason I was able to tell. As for Voldemort, there are barely times when his thoughts are coherent enough to understand. Most of his soul is instinctively acting out with only a few pieces here and there forming plans. At least that's what I can see. Who knows if that's the truth?"

"Does he know why he killed my mother and father?" I asked aloud through my gritting teeth. If he can talk then maybe I can get answers.

"They aren't on his mind at the moment. So far the only thoughts I can really find are ones about taking over your body and using it to restore his power . . . I don't think he understands what it would do to him though." Red said as he laughed sadly. His eyes weren't really looking at anything, just staring blindly.

"Why are you always sad when you talk about Voldemort? The only time you didn't sound like that was when you were helping me fight him off; when you gave me the magic to fight." His hand darted out and hit me in the back of the head. I gripped my skull and glared at him.

"What the hell was that for?"

"I didn't give you anything. The fact that you still can't understand is absolutely infuriating. How could someone like you do what you've done and still not know anything?" He walked away from me and ranted about things that I had never heard of.

"I would understand if you would just tell me! You think this has been enjoyable for me. I have thought about it and tried to figure it out but no matter what I do I can't grasp it. What are you? Who are you? Why is it that one minute I feel like I can trust you and then the other I'm worried you'll stab me in the back?" We both stayed there glaring at each other in silence . . . silence. "He stopped banging on the door."

We both glanced at the door and I could feel something behind it. I stepped to the right just before a black tendril shot through the door and into the place I had just been. The thing retracted and circled around the door knob. I bolted forward to try and stop it but a second one tore through and pinned me to the wall. "Red I need your help." He stayed exactly where he was. "Why?"

He looked at me with the same sad eyes he had when he talked about Voldemort. "I'm not capable of helping anyone. I'm only as strong as you and Voldemort want me to be." Red didn't say anything else. He remained silent as the door was ripped off its hinges and sent flying beside my head. Darkness poured into the room like a thick fog in the morning and from that fog Voldemort emerged.

His body was hideous and deformed, bones arranged in strange ways and the white skin clutching tightly to his hands. The only thing about him that looked human was his eyes but even they had a monstrous gleam in them. My shock and disgust were replaced by fear as a vicious smile made its way to his face. "So this is what you've grown to be little Potter. Do you remember me?" I couldn't respond, the suffocating feeling from earlier had grown a hundred times over; and even if I could speak I wouldn't be able to move.

"Do you have to play with the child?" I heard Red ask in a monotone voice. Was it all just a trick? Was he working for him the whole time? Red turned away from me and stared at the wall. "I told you Harry . . . I'm not helping anyone. Or more precisely I can't help either one of you. When I 'helped' you in your fight and asked about your desire it was a curiosity. You would have obtained the power regardless of your answer."

"So you have been talking to the child." Voldemort stated with a hellish glare. "What have you told him?"

"Nothing you would consider important. If you want to take his body, now would be the best time to do it. He's weak, physically and mentally, it won't be hard to gain a strong hold."

"Very well . . . I suppose I have no choice but to accept that. As for you Potter, know that I will take great pleasure in murdering those friends of yours." He walked away from me and made his way for the door.

"Stop." I muttered as I gripped the tendril holding me. He turned to me with his hand raised and his eyes shining with a sadistic glee.

"What did you say child?"

"They haven't done anything wrong." I managed to choke out. In an instant he was in front of me with his hand to my throat.

"ON the contrary child. You and those damned friends of yours have set my plans back by nearly a decade. I will not be denied any longer." I was drowning in the sheer power coming off of him. How could someone be so strong? How could he be so strong? I grabbed his wrist with my shaking hands and tried to move him away.

As if he was swatting a fly he struck me in the face and dropped me to the floor. Was the difference between us really this great? How am I supposed to beat him? I stared up at him, into those bored eyes. "Why . . . why did you kill them?"

"You need to be more specific. I've killed a lot of people." Glaring at the monster I struggled to my feet.

"Why did you kill my parents?" Voldemort laughed maniacally and clutched his side. When he finally stopped he smiled. It was small but no less threatening.

"I did it because of you. I killed them because you were born. If you hadn't come into this world they would still be alive." Blinded by my rage I tried to punch him but the tendrils shot into my body. The pain was like nothing else I had ever felt in my life. I couldn't even scream. In the corner of my eye I saw Red on the floor clutching his side. When the tendrils pulled back my wounds instantly closed. There wasn't even a drop of blood on the floor. "Do you understand how foolish it is to stand against me?"

I reached out and gripped his ankle. "Is that all you have? Cause if so I'm disappointed." Once more they plunged into my body and I was pierced by that pain. I have to endure it for just a bit longer. It hurts but I'll get just a bit of resistance to it and then I can strike. I just have to hold on for a bit longer.

At the Hospital with Fran and Jason

When the ambulance took Harry, Fran chased after it as if her life depended on it, though in some ways it did. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with Harry and they asked all sorts of questions that Fran didn't know the answer to. With no other option left to her she had called Ruby and Sapphire and through them Jason. He had used a few spells to get them to stop asking questions and do their jobs to the best of their abilities.

The two of them had been at the hospital for a couple hours now and no headway had been made. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with Harry making them believe more and more that the problem was magical. But if that was the case there wasn't much they could do for him. Jason didn't know anyone off the top of his head that could be trusted to not reveal Harry to the world. He himself didn't have any real medical spells, just stuff to heal small cuts and bruises.

They hadn't spoken a word to each other and the silence was slowly eating away at them. How could they let this happen to Harry? That was the single thought plaguing both of their minds. Jason finally had enough and slammed his fist into the wall. "There has to be something we can do?" Fran's dull eyes stared up at him in annoyance.

"How?" She asked bitterly without a care as to how much it hurt her. If Harry died because of this she wouldn't be far behind. It also didn't help that she hadn't spoken a word to him after they got back from saving Jason. Jason pressed his back against the wall and shook his head.

"I don't know. This doesn't make sense, nothing like this has happened before right?" Fran remained silent, debating whether or not she should tell Jason about Harry's dreams. On one hand they could be related to this but there was an equal chance that they weren't. And if she did tell Jason how would Harry react? Would he hate her more or would he forgive her? As long as it saved him it didn't matter how he felt. Fran grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. Jason looked at her with mild interest as she started to write.

Finishing as fast as possible she handed it over to him. There were times when Harry would pass out after using his magic too much. He said he had dreams about an older version of him with red eyes. However he's never been like this during those dreams. Do you think they could be related? Jason sighed and looked at her, it was obvious that she felt guilty so he put his hand on her shoulder. "I won't tell him that you told me and you shouldn't blame yourself for any of this. As someone that's spent his last few years on a guilt trip I should know. Harry will fight off whatever this is, magical or otherwise. All we can do is stay here and wait for him to get done."

Jason did have a small idea as to what it could be but even to wizarding kind it sounded impossible. But then again Jason had heard Harry speak in Parsletongue and now he's having dreams about a red eyed man. Things weren't looking good no matter how you looked at them. However Jason wasn't stupid enough to say what he was thinking to Fran. She had it rough enough as is and it wouldn't do any good to tell her that Voldemort 'might' have found a way to possess Harry.

Fran would never admit it but hearing those words was comforting. Some of the guilt was still there but he was right, Harry would be fine. He always finds a way to do something impossible. A small smile made its way onto her face and Jason chuckled. "So his protector can smile. Good to know the kid has something to look forward to." And like that Fran wanted to punch him but she resorted to only glaring at him. "At least I'm not flirting with you. Sorry to say it Fran but you aren't my type." (In the future Jason will come to remember this day whenever he looks into a mirror. It will not be a happy memory) A loud slap echoed throughout the building and every man had the same thought. Someone was a dumbass.

Jason was muttering to himself while clutching his bright red cheek. "I was just trying to lighten the mood damnit. You didn't have to slap me." This time Fran was the one laughing at his misery. And though Jason grimaced because of the pain he smiled because of her. She might not look like it but she was just a kid at heart. "I'm gonna have to tell Harry about our abusive relationship you know. Seriously are you trying to kill me?" He had meant it as a joke but she turned serious and moved her hand around as if saying so-so. A bit o color left Jason's face and she laughed harder. "That isn't funny!" Maybe he shouldn't feel bad about lying to her after all.

Back in Harry's mind

Once more the tendrils left my body and I was left panting like a dog. That annoying smirk on Voldemort's face wasn't helping matters in the slightest. "I'm quite impressed young Potter. After all that abuse and your soul refuses to break but even you will shatter if we keep this up." I pressed my head to the floor and focused on myself. All I needed was one clean hit and I could make a run for it. Just one hit.

Spreading my magic through my body I pushed myself up and went to punch him but a tendril caught my arm. I focused the rest of my magic into my leg and tried to kick him anywhere but it was caught as well. "No one can say you weren't tenacious but even I get bored of torturing people. Maybe that red head will provide me with some more entertainment. She looks a bit like your mother after all and killing her was oh so enjoyable." He got close to my face. "What kind of screams do you think she'll make Potter?"

With a cold rage burning in my heart I shoved my head forward and head-butted the vile bastard. The tendrils disappeared and I made my move. I punched him twice in the face and once in the gut before turning and looking for the doll that let me leave last time. I saw its blurry image right in the crib and ran for it. Just before I grabbed it black tendrils shot through my chest and I was blinded by the pain. I fell forward and knocked over the crib. It was right there I just needed to grab it.

Struggling through the pain I reached out inch by inch but Voldemort's foot kicked it away. "Are you so pathetic that you would reach for a doll hoping it would protect you from me?" Even more tendrils pierced my body, increasing the pain tenfold. I saw his lips moving but I was in too much pain to hear him. My body was becoming cold and the pain was starting to disappear. My eyes drifted down to my hand and to my horror my fingers were gone. There wasn't a single trace of them.

Was I dying in this place? Is that why I'm disappearing? I can't die here; I won't let this bastard kill me. Not after everything he's done. For my mother, my father, and everyone else this bastard has hurt; I won't let him kill me. I saw my hands start to reform and heard Voldemort's voice though it was barely a whisper. "I thought you said he was weak mentally."

"That was before you pissed him off. Did you think he wouldn't want you dead after everything you've done? He's a kid but he's smarter than you idiots give him credit for." I heard Red say with confidence. I'll figure him out later, now I need to deal with Voldemort. My body felt like it had fire coursing through its veins but I pressed on and put my magic into every damned tendril. I'm not completely sure why but they shattered like glass and I was free from their torment.

I stood and locked eyes with Voldemort before putting my hands together and spreading my magic throughout my whole body. "I was a bit shocked that you had wandless magic too. But then again even Jason admitted you were strong despite being insane. Were those black things the best you could make because if so you're in for one hell of a beat down!" Please buy it. I have no idea how I destroyed those things and if I have to face them again I don't know how I'll survive it.

"It seems I'm going to have to get a bit more creative in how I kill you Potter. Or maybe I should just imprison you in this place like you've done to me?" More of those black tendrils appeared from behind him and instead of feeling afraid I was excited. Was it because I wanted to fight him? It doesn't matter right now.

"Bring everything you have Voldemort. Because I'm not gonna be satisfied until I've completely beat you." The tendrils came forward and I dodged them. I started to disappear after I gave up earlier so as long as I kept a cool head I should be fine. Neither of us can really be killed here so I can't afford to hold anything back. I will win. I won't throw away what everyone's done for me. They started to surround me so I jumped to the ceiling and kicked off it towards Voldemort. With my hand glowing a bright red I punched and met the tendrils head on.

The collision sent both of us flying back but I finally had it figured out. I don't have to overpower Voldemort, I just have to overpower the tendrils. This time I ran past him and plunged my hands into the darkness. I was instantly hit by a wave of memories that weren't my own. They were so similar to mine but I never grew up in an orphanage. The only man to ever abuse me was Vernon. Voldemort was like me . . . NO! I won't pity him. I refuse to pity him. He could have grown from that experience but instead he chose to live his life consumed by nothing but hatred.

I poured every last bit of magic I had into the darkness and it burned. It was slow at first but it quickly spread like wildfire. Every tendril turned to nothing as it was disintegrated by my magic. By the time I had destroyed it all I was exhausted but I wasn't the only one. Voldemort was only a few feet away leaning against the wall. I forced myself to stand and move to him. "How are you this strong? You shouldn't be capable of something like this."

"And here I thought you understood magic." Red said from his corner of the room. "It's a mixture of Lily's protection and his heart. Your magic is so vile and twisted and incapable of feeling love that when it feels those emotions it wants nothing more than to die. He may have only hatred for you but he loves others and it is because of that love that he will keep fighting. He might not always win but it won't stop him from trying. If your desire is to be free then the only way to do that is to join your fragment with Harry. It would be both of you and none of you. I thought something as simple as that would be so easy for the oh so powerful Lord of Darkness to understand. But I guess in the end you're nothing more than a power hungry mad man throwing a temper tantrum."

"How dare you speak to me in such a way. I swear I will kill you for this insolence." Voldemort said as he stumbled forward.

"If you want me dead you should kill yourself or kill Harry. Those are your only options that end in my demise." Red said with a smirk before snapping his fingers and repairing the door. He grabbed Voldemort by the neck and lifted him up. "I think I win no matter what happens to you but if manage to kill Harry I would be very upset. So do me a favor and die or fuse with his soul." With that said he threw Voldemort out the door and shut it. "God you two are the most annoying people I've ever had the displeasure of dealing with. If you don't leave soon you're gonna die."

"I thought you said you couldn't do anything against us?" I got out as he picked up the doll.

"You and him aren't strong enough to do anything anymore. It's quite shocking to think that he is so powerful with less than 10% percent of his soul. Oh well time for you to leave." He tossed the doll at me before I could ask anything else and I was pulled out of the place. I found myself at the bottom of the library stairs with the golden light shining down on me. I started to pull myself up but it was hard. My body felt hotter and hotter the closer I got to the top. I just have to move a bit more.

With Fran and Jason

Jason's face was still a little red from the slap but he had stopped holding it. The silence between them was a bit more comfortable than before but the more time that passed the more anxious they became. Jason couldn't think of anything that could help comfort Fran and she didn't have anything she wanted to say to him. Eventually one of the doctors that Jason had compelled came out with a smile on his face. Their hopes were lifted as they stood and walked over to him. "Is he alright doctor?" Jason asked as his hand drifted down to his side, next to where his wand was kept.

"The boy is awake and his fever is steadily dropping. You will have to wait a bit before seeing him but I'll come and get you once we're sure everything is fine." Fran tried to step forward but Jason stopped her. She shot him a very annoyed look so he talked fast.

"We understand doctor but please hurry. My friend's patience isn't as long as mine. We're both worried about him." She looked away bitterly and retook her seat. The doctor left without a word and Jason remained standing. He stood there for a few minutes before laughing and clutching his side. "Harry really is something else isn't he." Fran smiled softly at the statement. He surely was different from everyone else. It was a shame he wasn't the normal of the world.

"You're right." She mumbled quietly but he had heard her. His smile was even brighter than before and she felt the sudden urge to hit him.

"I think that's the first time you've given me a complement." Jason said before laughing even harder. It took a while for him to stop and he had to wipe away a few stray tears. "I'm going to go tell the girls that he's alright. They were even more worried than I was." He got up and left for the nearest bathroom. So Fran was left there alone with only her thoughts and they quickly became depressing.

Sure she couldn't have done anything to help against an illness but that didn't excuse the way she acted before he got sick. In the end he probably thought it was the only thing he could do to protect her and Jason. It was just the kind of person that he was, surprising for someone of his age. To be so selfless that he could throw his life away just to protect a wannabe assassin and an abomination of nature. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared down at her body. Not the illusion she put up in front of Jason and Sheska but the body that was littered with mismatched skin and stitches. A complete failure in eyes of her father, a monster in the eyes of the human race, and a friend in the eyes of Harry. Was this pain karma for existing in the first place?

The doctor returned before Jason did and Fran didn't bother to wait for him. She followed the man to the room that Harry was laying in. He was hooked up to a few weird machines that showed a steady pulse. His head was pressed deeply into the pillow and he was staring at the ceiling. The doctors left them alone without being told to. Fran stayed away from the bed and looked at everything but him. "I was scared when I woke up. I thought you might've been a dream. I think I would rather die than have that be true." She smiled softly but still refused to look at him. "Are you mad at me Fran?"

"OF course not I was scared!" Fran yelled at him. "I thought you wouldn't wake up. I thought . . . I thought . . ." She held her throat as pain coursed through her, Harry got out of the bed and wrapped his arms around her. She felt him cry against her.

"I didn't think I was going to see you again. I screwed up big time didn't I?" He choked out. "I almost lost you." His grip tightened and she was confused, the way he talked made it sound like he was in some kind of fight. "Fran I have something to tell you." She brought him to the bed and let him sit down. He began to explain the little he knew about what was happening in his mind. From his few brief interactions with Red to how he killed Greyback to his fight with Voldemort. There was no hiding how much the torture had affected him so he didn't try to hide it. He could still feel Voldemort's darkness inside of him. It was small but no less noticeable. "I don't know how to get him out of me. He's the worst monster to ever exist and he's in me. What am I supposed to do? What should I do"

Even if Fran could speak freely she would've been at a loss for words, was there nothing in this world willing to give Harry a moment of kindness? There were no words that could bring him comfort, no promise that could mend his heart. So Fran did the only thing she knew could bring him peace. She embraced Harry tightly and let him cry into her. This was the least she could do for the troubled child.

Outside the room Jason was leaning against the door with his wand in his hand. Voldemort had found a way to go inside of Harry and now he was trying to take over the kid. Every bit of that information stabbed at his heart like a knife. What was he supposed to do? On one hand if Harry died it might put an end to Voldemort for good but Harry was a good kid. He deserved to live damn it. Jason held his wand up and made up his mind. The tip of the wand lit up with an emerald green. There was nothing else that could be done. With a sigh he placed the tip of the wand to his head. "Obliviate." a green flash lit up the hall and the things he had just learned vanished from his mind.

A few minutes later Jason entered the room with no clue as to what Harry had just told Fran. All he knew was that the kid was hurt and it was time for him to go home. "You wanna get out of this place kid?" Harry pulled away from Fran and nodded.

"Jason thank you for being here." Jason just waved it off and smirked.

"Come on, what kind of guy would I be if I ditched a kid?" Jason lead them out of the building and didn't ask anything about what they had talked about. If they wanted to tell him then they would. Over the last few years he knew that sometimes you shouldn't press too hard for the truth because it doesn't always end well. When they knew they were alone, Harry grabbed Fran's hand and Jason's arm before saying the word that took them to their home.

"Salvation."

A/N Here ends chapter 13. I'm not sure how many of you were expecting that but I tried my best. If you're wondering about the tendrils I got the idea from Deathly Hollows Part 2. Can't remember if it was in the books or not though. Oh well I just didn't want to leave things on another cliffhanger. I know how I'm going to deal with the horcrux later but it will be later. For now it will be mostly smooth sailing for the little dysfunctional family.

It won't last forever though, so expect a few chapters of filler while I come up with a badass way to end January. I also plan to start a new series on Christmas as my gift to all of you.

This is basically what I'm gonna do. Lily will perform the summoning ritual to bring forth a servant that will protect Harry. That servant will be none other than Atalanta. If you don't know who she is either get one wikipedia or watch Fate/Apocrypha. There will be no mages on this one only wizards, servants, and magical creatures. James will be dead. Lily will live. Dumbledork's beard will be cut a few inches. and some other stuff here and there. If it sounds interesting to you then please check it out on Christmas.

With that said and done I wish you all a wonderful week. Please review honestly and feel free to make any requests that come to mind. If I can find inspiration in it I will write something for it. If I can't then I can only apologize in advance.