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Title: Invisible Lines

Author: girly devil

Summary: Where is the line between good and evil? A potion splits Voldemort in two and Harry reaps the benefits. Slash HPTR Mione&Ron bashing Harry's mute. Maybe mpreg. Seventh year. AU as I don't use HBP

Warnings: Slash (malexmale relationship) maybe mpreg, minor torture.

A/N: Hello everyone thank you for reading this fic. I will apologize straight off because I wasn't sure when they finished school so my timeline only works if they are not at school in June. Sorry about any confusion. I have no beta so if you review any comments are welcome. Enjoy reading!

Chapter 1: The Good and the Bad

Harry was in hell.

It was summer and he was at the dursley's with all that that entails. He was also getting nightly visions from Voldemort, he was being very active after Harry's quiet sixth year. The visions were gradually getting worse. Last night Harry had dimly felt the pain Voldemort's victims were feeling. For Harry it was emotionally and mentally weird because his visions were seen through Voldemort's eyes, he felt as though he was both the torturer and the tortured. However, these visions weren't very conducive to sleeping. As soon as Harry was released from his vision he would wake up and it was then that he would hate being at the Dursley's the most because he just wanted someone to comfort him, help him get back to sleep. Most of all he wanted someone to love him. Harry knew that Sirius loved him but at night in his vulnerable time he wondered about it because ever since Sirius had come back from behind the veil he had been free, simply because someone had given him some veritaserum and during questioning as to why he was in the ministry in the middle of the night it had come out that he was innocent. The ministry had set up a public trial where he was cleared of all charges and they had given him a large island home as compensation. But Sirius had never asked Harry to move in with him and Harry was beginning to doubt that Sirius still loved him, if he ever had. Sirius had had plenty of time to ask because he had been out if the veil for 8 months now and still no invitation had been issued. So Harry once again cried himself to sleep after a vision believing that he was alone.

Sirius stood glaring at the headmaster.

"I know why you won't let me have Harry move in with me until after his 17th birthday but what I don't understand is why I can't tell him that, surely you have seen how unhappy he is at his relatives? Wouldn't it be better if he had some hope?"

"Sirius," Albus said, for once the twinkle in his eyes absent "I know you just want him to be happy but I will not let you tell him because it is a matter of his safety. No matter how unhappy Harry is, he still calls the Dursley's place home which is what is required for the wards to work. The instant you tell him he can live with you the wards will fail because it will be your house that he calls home and you have none of Lily's blood to help protect him. I would much rather Harry be unhappy for a little while than dead"

Sirius reluctantly nodded agreement.

A while into the holidays, the mean and nasty Dursley's were worried about their nephew and Harry was glad that there were silencing charms around the house, not that it mattered anymore. Harry could no longer talk because of the screaming during his visions for the past two weeks. It was two weeks ago that he had started feeling the full affects of the cruciatus curse and other torture that Voldemort enjoyed and now it showed. Besides not being able to talk Harry was shaking constantly and had lost weight not being able to keep most food down even though the Dursley's were trying to feed him adequately. The Dursley's had good reason to worry, though the only one who showed that they were was the now trim Dudley. Vernon and Petunia expressed their worry by reducing his chore list and stopping the occasional punches. They still didn't really like him, except for Dudley after all Harry was still a freak but they felt that no one should have to suffer what he was going through.

Dudley was great though and he and Harry were now friends. It was Dudley who would coax him to eat, help him up and down the stirs because the trembling made this dangerous for Harry, the only thing he didn't do was comfort him in the night because Vernon still locked him in and Harry's now silent vocal cords no longer woke them up with his screaming.

A week into July Harry was asleep when he was catapulted into yet another vision he had already had one that night. This one was different though, it was only Voldemort and Snape there. Snape offered a potion to Voldemort and Harry could feel the glee that the idea of the potion gave Voldemort, Harry had no idea what it did though. When Voldemort drank it they both screamed, Harry actually producing a sound. This was worse than the cruciatus curse, it felt as though he were splitting in two, before the pain stopped both Voldemort and Harry were unconscious.

Severus Snape stood in front of the Dark Lord holding his new potion. It was designed to expel the good from a person's body. Voldemort was unhappy with a side of him that he believed made him weak and had asked Snape to design a potion that would get rid of it and Severus had. He handed it to the Dark Lord and watched as he drank it, about a minute after it was swallowed the Dark Lord began screaming. Severus took a step back in surprise; no one had ever heard the Dark Lord scream before. Severus was beginning to get agitated; the screaming had been going on for a while now, just as he was going to do something about it, Voldemort passed out. In his surprise it was a while before Snape saw the shape that was solidifying on the ground next to the Dark Lord. When Severus saw who and what it was, he ran forward picked it up and apparated away. He knew that the good side of Voldemort would be in danger from the Dark Lord and thought that he would be a good thing/ally to have in the fight, what was even better was that because the Dark Lord was unconscious he wouldn't know about him. Severus knew one place where he would be safe, so Snape took him there, laid him on the floor and went back to the Dark Lord.

Dudley walked into Harry's room the next morning to the sound of Harry choking in his sleep. Dudley quickly ran over and got him on his side before waking Harry up. As soon as Harry woke he began coughing, what was scary about this though was that he was coughing blood. Harry knew what was wrong though, the sound that he hap produced last night had destroyed (torn) his already damaged vocal cords. The blood was just the result of that. He had no way to convey this to Dudley though who was panicking. He calmed down though as he realized the blood was diminishing and that Harry was now taking deep breaths. Once he calmed down Dudley looked around the room. It was then that saw the man lying on the floor. He looked to be about 25; he had dark hair and was very handsome. After he pointed him out to Harry it was Harry's turn to panic, being unable to calm him Dudley ignored the clutching hands and went to the man to wake him up. The man's eyes immediately opened, he saw Dudley and was puzzled but promptly ignored him when he realized who the other person was and that he was panicking, he immediately jumped up and ran over to Harry who tried to back away but didn't have the strength to get off the bed. Seeing the panic in Harry increase the closer he got the man stopped outside of touching distance.

"Harry," Dudley was surprised that the man knew Harry's name.

"Harry," the man repeated "I am Tom, I am not Voldemort, I am good I have no idea how it happened but I can feel that there are two of us now. I am the good one and I am not ashamed to pronounce myself to be Tom Marvolo Riddle a half-blood like yourself. I can feel the other one who is pure evil and it is that person if you can call him that who is Voldemort. I won't deny that we are connected because we are, I have all his memories and such and because of that I apologize Harry I am sorry about your parents. You have to trust me Harry we are two different people, please" Tom paused.

Harry sat there thinking it through. This explanation explained the feeling of splitting in two and also how Tom could be inside the wards. Harry nodded and Tom sighed in relief.

Dudley understood Harry's quick acceptance of the man, even though he appeared to have something to do with his parent's death. The man had apologized and Harry craved affection of any kind. In fact Dudley had the suspicion that he was the only one to have ever truly apologized to Harry and then he had followed the apology by taking care of him thus he saw that a true apology to Harry would convey affection.

Harry then pointed at the man mimed drinking something, held up two fingers together which he then split apart. Seeing the gestures Tom raised an eyebrow and Dudley seeing it said "he can't talk, his vocal chords have been damaged through torture, he told me some of it before he lost his voice, can I tell him Harry?" at Harry's nod Dudley continued "he is linked to an evil bastard through the scar on his forehead and is frequently drawn into his mind when Harry sleeps. There he watches torture and he also feels what is done to the victims." Tom realized that Dudley was speaking of Voldemort and looked at Harry in horror; Voldemort had been very busy lately.

"Did you understand what his gestures meant before?" Dudley asked

"Yeah, Voldemort drank a potion which separated us" Tom said absently while studying Harry. "Harry you have to go to St Mungos"

Harry shook his head vehemently and patted the bed; Tom looked at Dudley for at translation. "He can't leave the house, it is for his protection"

"Oh but Harry, I don't have a wand so I can't heal you because the only wandless magic I or Voldemort can do is summon our wand and the wand assists in that."

Harry nodded and waved a hand.

"He understands and it doesn't matter" Tom nodded.

"Ok do you mind if I go to sleep here? I seem to be really tired." When Harry nodded Dudley went to get a sleeping bag. When Dudley came back tom was already asleep so Dudley just unzipped the bag and laid it on top of him like a blanket. Dudley then carried Harry to the bathroom, a bath seemed to give him back some of his strength although it didn't help the trembling any, so Dudley helped him to bathe every morning.

The next three weeks passed rather quickly. By the third week Tom realized that it was him who had stopped Voldemort from wanting to kill Harry last year and the reason why Voldemort didn't want him as a part of him anymore. The three weeks as Harry's friend made Tom realize that he felt something for Harry and had done for some time thus he did not want to kill him.

Tom had tried to leave the house once in order to go to the apothecary to get some healing potions for Harry. He had reached the front gate but was unable to go any further. Apparently whoever had left him here had put up an extra ward to keep him here. He had managed to send off Harry's owl Hedwig to get a book on both muggle and wizarding sign language so that Harry could communicate properly until he got treatment, it was a pity you couldn't send potions by owl without damaging them.

Learning the sign language was fun and Harry used it as a learning tool both for himself and Dudley; he would explain all the wizarding things to Dudley as he learnt the signs, Tom only stepping in when they couldn't find a sign or if Dudley got too confused. Despite all the bad stuff, including not getting any letters from anyone it was the best summer Harry had ever had.

Tomorrow was Harry's seventeenth birthday. He would officially become an adult in the wizarding world. Dudley and Tom had both agreed to join in Harry's midnight birthday tradition and so they were all sitting on Harry's bed. As the clock struck midnight, Harry started glowing. Tom realizing what was happening as the same that had happened to him, tried to get Dudley and himself out of the room, but they were too late. A wave of magical power slammed them into the walls and they knew no more.

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