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Harry opened the door to the room he been given in Grimmuald place and looked around it with satisfied eyes. It felt so good to have his own private space for the first time in a while since he had gotten a room at the leaky cauldron. He never thought he had privacy or able to relax at The Dursley's.

So, the first thing he did when he got there asked Sirius for a private room which Sirius granted due to his guilt from not being there in the past. Ron was still his friend, but his snoring could wake the dead, and he needed his privacy.

He had been cleaning all day with the Weasleys, even if he had changed, he could not break his patterns or friendships. No one would understand the changes that have happened in the boy. He had begged himself off to go study when Ron wanted to play a game of exploding snap which seemed to appease the adult's and his bushy-haired best friend. Most were pleased with the new study habits, and he still made time for his friends, so no one questioned his need for some time alone.

He looked around, in the corner. The three cauldrons still boiled, he walked over and checked their signs of progress. Stirring one clockwise, another counterclockwise. The final one he added just another few drops of the silver to help finish it, they would all be done in about a half an hour or so, and then it is time for the next doses to be ingested.

Looking over the bubbling potions, he thought back to how just weeks ago before the graveyard he would never have tried to make any of these complex potions, let alone three at the same time. The young man adjusted the fire on the cauldrons to a simmer and then moved to strip of the sweaty clothes he been wearing as he stepped into the bathroom connected to his room.

Once inside, He took off leather bracelet on his right wrist which canceled his glamour's he was wearing, another thing he wouldn't have even attempted or know how to do before the change. The glasses are taken off next. Now they were just glass lenses with enchantments on them to help him in his endeavors.

His eyes looked up and into the mirror to examine the visage before him. The potions he been taken were filling him out, adding some inches to his height and helping to tame his hair some. He looked healthier and felt better about himself physically for the first time in a long time. The lack of meals at the Dursley's had left him behind his classmates when it came to height or weight. But now with the potions, he was finally catching up. He was doing it slowly as he had planned so anyone who noticed the changes would think it was just the food doing some good for him and a growth spurt over the summer that had happened.

He stepped into the shower after was done examining himself in the mirror. He then turned the water onto the hottest setting he could, another thing the Dursley's had denied him. His eyes sliding close and he got lost in thought. His mind going back over the massive changes of the summer and how it had changed him so.

It had all started after the graveyard duel. When He had found the false moody and won the Triwizard cup. He seemed shell-shocked when he arrived back and throughout the night, not that any of the adult's blamed him for being so. He had just faced you know who, seen a young man his own age die and who knows what horrors in the graveyard.

Later when he complained of a headache, feeling listless and tiredness which grew over a few days worse. No one doubted he was most likely in the form of shell shock and realized what could be happening to him.

Finally, four days later after feeling a headache so bad if it was like one of his connections to Voldemort blowing through his mind, the boy had been taken to the hospital wing. He was sedated and kept there as Madam

Pomfrey did not see anything wrong with her scans of him, just an exhausted young boy who has gone through more trouble then she wanted to admit and needed the sleep and rest his mind was denying him.

She was right but not for the reasons she thought, the deep sleep was just what the boy had needed. It was indeed the remedy for what was happening to young Harry, keeping him under helped the process he been fighting on an unconscious level. The thing was, he was absorbing the Horcrux in his scar, making it a part of himself.

A unique set of circumstance's over the last few years had caused this phenomenon. Two years ago, he was bitten by a basilisk. He had won vanquishing the snake king, but it had left a mark on the boy with its potent venom flowing in his veins. The Poison so deadly, it was one of the few things which could damage a Horcrux.

He should be dead from the very same poison inside his blood. The only reason he still was alive, the tears of Fawkes also coursing through his veins. The strongest poison, and the most potent healing liquid in the world dueling over his blood. Though that had weakened the container, both fought each other but also attacked the Horcrux. This battle had not been enough to destroy it but. It had taken a toll.

Another thing was last year when he battled the dementor's when he was seeking to protect his godfather. They had pulled at his soul before his own time traveling self-had saved them both with one the strongest Patronus's he ever saw. That helped dislodge it even more on top of the year of the poison and tears battling it. But still, that had not been enough really to end the container.

It had been Voldemort's own doing which finally caused the incident as he called it now, a point in his life where everything changed.

The Duel, in the graveyard he been forced to do, had connected their wands and magic. Just for a second. His small piece that been inside Harry finally broke free and wanted to go home. But the connection had been broken, and the boy had escaped before it could go back.

Inside Harry, the loose Horcrux stirred and began to fade. Slowly, the essence of it would merge with the boys own. This merging causing him to have the pain and tiredness. That's why he was so exhausted physically and magically and had the headaches. But as the Horcrux was still there, merged with him. None of the scars the Healer ran seemed to change genuinely.

When he woke, he was no longer just Harry Potter, but he was not Tom Riddle at all. No Tom's essence had merged in dying like a dark phoenix to be reborn in him. The boy had gained the knowledge and life experiences of a man in his fifty's, as well as Tom's natural Brilliance and talents.

There was one odd side effect though, somehow his brain had warped the memories of his foe. They had come out skewed by his own life or muddled, still needing to be clarified.

He realized if he told anyone, they would fear him, mistake that Voldemort had possessed him or even just think he had gone insane. So, he went back to Dursley's like a good little soldier to have time to himself.

Tom had been charismatic and a hell of an actor, so this helped him put on a good show until he got to the room where he acted in mourning and wailed. He spent his days figuring out what happened and getting the pieces together to form a puzzle. With Tom's knowledge, the puzzle fell together as he looked at the facts.

He spent time making sure he was still himself. He also realized how ancient. He felt anymore, t to his old fourteen-year-old mind just a week ago, it felt as if he been a child and now was a man.

His eye's opened as he stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself. Changing into some fresh clothes and reapplying his bracelet which merged into his skin and put on his old appearance-based Glamour.

He moved out once he was fully dressed again and safely disguised to check on the progress of his potions. Seeing all three were ready he gathered what was needed and took a dose of each of them, and then prepared for the pain.

Teeth gritting as they flowed through him combining inside his veins for another round of healing. The potions caused a burning like pain which flowed through him as the mixture's fought and healed the years of abuse and neglect from the Dursley's and the basilisk venom in his blood.

Panting as the pain passed, he took a deep breath and sighed. The pain had drained him so much he needed rest, so he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he was floating away into a dream as he slept.

In the dream, he was sitting on his bed, though this dream felt different than any dream he had felt before. He looked around the room before noticing a mirror. The mirror showed a body he did not recognize. It looked like him but was more built and looked older, as if he was in his twenties.

The Thing which shocked him the most was he saw a beautiful woman kneeling between his legs pleasuring him?

He blinked looking down at her and realized he did not know who she was. She had long silky dark hair, and her eyes were closed. She was sucking on his cock, and he watched in amazement as she slowly bobbed up and down his cock in no rush at all it seemed.

His hands were on her, the first cupping and holding a lovely breast as he relaxed there, the other in her hair holding the dark silky locks. He could do little more than stare as he got lost in how beautiful she was and how good this felt. She looked in her twenties also but seemed have this relaxed air around her.

She had one hand cradling his balls kneading them softly as she moved her head. The other was holding the base his shaft, stroking up as she moved up and then back down as she worked using her own spit as a lube to make it more pleasurable for harry.

She seemed content in her task, almost worshipping him there on her knees. Her tongue danced back and forth even as she sucked and bobbed along his shaft. Almost as if this was her purpose to be on her knees and her place in life serving the man whose cock she sucked.

He groaned at the pleasure she was causing, it felt so good to him. This was not the first dream he ever had about sex, but this one felt more real, more lifelike than any before and he didn't recognize the woman who worked on him so. All he knew was he was getting closer and closer.

Her violet eye's opened and looked up and into his eyes as her mouth left his cock." Cum. for me. Milord" she moaned almost begging to him, Her eyes never departed his as she teased his tip with her tongue before going back to the task now.

The task she wanted to finish, seemed to need to complete as if this was her life. She began to move faster and more dedicated going deeper and deeper till he felt the cock head slide into her throat. All the while even as her hands kneaded him and she bobbed so deeply on him. Her eyes stayed on his green ones, showing adoration.

He was losing himself to the sensation. He clenched his teeth feeling so close, so soon and just as he was about to erupt he shudders and.

Snapping awake Harry panted hard as he shot up in the bed looking around. He almost expected to see her here with him. The young man's body covered in sweat as he looked down and over himself and calmed down as the dream was over... He looked down over his stomach and realized he was sticky. Had he just had a wet dream for the first time in a while. He shook his head standing as he cast a wandless cleaning spell and moved to clean up the evidence in the room of the cauldrons.

At the same time across the country in Azkaban, a woman woke with a start as she licked her lips. Something had touched her mind, something deep and powerful. Only one thing felt like this, her lord. She felt the connection she had to him. He felt different then he had before, but he was back. Alive, she knew he would come for her soon, she knew it to her very bones. She closed her eyes going back to sleep. Getting lost in her own madness, the romantic dreams of the man who would never care about or her needs. She dreamed like this even if a part of her knew the Lord would return the feeling.

Back in the room with Harry. Outside the realm where mortals can sense a pale young woman stood watching the young boy. Her dark eyes looked upon the boy softly. Apparently, Tommy's part which sought to avoid her had merged with the boy. And this was curious and got her attention.

Harry already had one of her three hollows' in his possession, and now knew where another was, not to mention how close he was to one most of the year. She crossed her leather gloved hands and leaned her chin on them as she watched him, eyes intent on the boy who had been at her door often but never crossed over. This made her more than a little curious, so now he had her attention.

She would be watching him and what he did, if he was interesting enough maybe she could even take her yearly day as someone he meets. That would be fun, to see him from a mortal's point of view. Harry Potter had caught the attention of one the endless, not knowing he was being watched he made his way out of the room for dinner.

The pale young girl smiled. She would come back and visit him again, but for now, she had work to do. So, she moved out and to work still shaking her head. She realized the mortal known as Voldemort had created his own destruction if the boy could live that long.