A/N Wow it's been a while! I'm so sorry I completely neglected this story when school started up.

"What was I like when you knew me?"

Harry thought about this. Him and Tom were laying on the couch together, Harry playing with Tom's hands, and Tom's head laying on his lap. "You were terrifying." Harry said honestly. There was no point in sparing details by this point, the future was already unrecognizable by this point. Or at least, Harry hoped so.

Tom, trying to lighten the darkened mood, asked, "Am I still devilishly handsome?"

The other boy had no choice but laugh out loud at this question. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. "Oh gosh, you don't even wanna know what you look like."

Tom sat up quickly, facing Harry straight on. Immediately his hands went up to his face protectively, stroking his pale cheek. "You're joking."

Harry shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

"What happened to me? Did I get disfigured in a battle?"

Harry shook his head. "Worse. You changed your appearance to match that of a snake's." He paused, allowing the boy to take this in. Tom's eyes went so wide Harry thought they'd fall out. There was no telling what could be going through his head right now. What kind of images ran wild. "I don't even know why you did it. I guess you didn't care about your looks when power was involved."

Tom closed his eyes, shaking his head. "How could I do that to myself?" He asked.

"There were a lot of things you did that I still don't understand." Harry said, instantly regretting it when Tom's face fell even more. "I'm sorry, we can change the subject."

"Who else did I hurt in your life?" Tom asked suddenly.

"No... We don't have to talk about this." Harry grabbed Tom's hand.

Looking down at their contact, Tom replied, "I know we don't. I want to know more about what I did. How I hurt you." He supposed he wouldn't particularly care if it weren't for the fact that it happened to Harry. No one could hurt Harry, not even himself. That's probably the reason why Tom was so keen on changing after all.

"My godfather, Sirius, he was killed during one of our battles. You didn't kill him but if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be dead." Harry thought about his late god father. "He was my father's best friend. He was framed for my parent's murder. He was there secret keeper, you know?" Harry let out a breath. "So when you found out my parent's location, Sirius was to blame."

Then the thought of that dumb rat Peter came up in his head. "It was my father's other friend who betrayed him. Betrayed him for protection from you. It was in my third year when I found Sirius again and discovered his innocence." Harry could feel Tom's eyes on him. "My fifth year, it was beginning to become more evident that Sirius could become my guardian. That was when you returned and we could prove that Peter was alive. Sirius told me he could be my new guardian and that I could live with him away from my terrible aunt and uncle."

Tears balled in Harry's eyes and when Tom saw them, he tried to cut the chord. "Stop. I don't want to hear about it if it's going to make you this upset."

"No, trust me... It's okay." Harry said. He continued the story. "It's honestly weird. It's been only a year since it happened technically. I was at the end of my sixth year when I traveled back to this time. I've never really talked about Sirius like this." Harry pursed his lips. "He never got the chance to become my guardian. He died at the end of the year from one of your most deadly followers." Reliving this part of his fifth year was definitely painful. He found himself crying a little harder then. It's always difficult to think about the last person who was that connected to his parents. At least, one of the last.

Tom brushed some hair out of Harry's face. "I won't ask you any more questions. I understand just how hard it is to think about this type of stuff." There was one thing pushing at his mind though. Seeing as though Tom wasn't planning on ruining Harry's life like his alternate self had many years into the future, this story that Harry's telling him will never happen. It brought a little bit of peace to Tom knowing that Harry could be happy.

A couple weeks later was when Tom started to realize that Harry could never be happy here as he is now. Not with the dark memories, his misplacement in time. He definitely lied about not asking Harry questions. Tom found himself asking many questions to the boy, from stuff about his aunt and uncle, to his most recent curiosity.

"You were a Gryffindor huh?" Tom said, the two boys sitting across from each other at the library.

Harry smiled, a warm rush coming over him at the sound of his old house. "Oh yes, I was a Gryffindor alright."

Tom dramatically groaned, joking around with the boy. "How could I have ever fallen for such foolery."

Despite knowing he was joking, Harry couldn't help but feel resentful. "Please don't start with that. I have had to spend this whole year hearing people trash talk Gryffindor, and most of it comes from you." He didn't mean to snap, but this was his least favorite topic.

Tom's smile fell, narrowing his eyes at the boy. "Wow, you must really have loved that house."

Harry nodded, flashes of Ron and Hermione filling his mind. "I found my closest friends there. More like family than friends, really."

And that's what really gave it away. Tom not only saw the instance of happy in his boyfriend's eyes, but he also sensed the emitting of yearn from Harry. This boy didn't only miss his old life with his friends, he desired it.

Tom realized the problem before it even started. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to try to fix it.