It was as the duo were finishing a bit of excitement in a dragon reaerve that Harry felt a tingle of pain in his scar.

"Potter?" a voice called to him.

"Tom?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. I need to meet you for something. Just a bit if protection so that I don't have to worry about one of us killing each other accidently." Tom answered calmly.

If Harry was surprised at the change in nature, he didn't show it. "Sure." he accepted.

They met in the Shrieking Shack.

Harry James Potter, with Bellatrix Black, as she had returned to, facing Tom Marvolo Riddle. Harry only recognised him from the diary, as the man looked as he once did, almost.

"What is it, Tom?" he asked, conjuring a chair and sitting across from the man who had inspired terror.

"You have an invisibility cloak, I had heard?" Tom asked.

Harry nodded.

"An heirloom from your father?" Tom asked.

Harry nodded again.

He handed Harry a ring. "Put this on." he said. Harry did so. "Disarm me." he ordered.

Harry shrugged and cast a wandless disarming spell at the man. A dark, knotted piece of wood flew into his hand. Gray sparks soared from it, and Tom smirked.

He stood up, Harry cautiously copying the action.

"Harry. I believe I have ascertained the reasom for our connection, and I will now remove it."

He brushed his finger over Harry's scar, and Harry quelled his voice , despite the agony. In a moment, it was gone, and Tom looked even more like his younger self than ever before. His eyes returned to a natural state, and his skin darkened further into a natural color.

"Thank you Harry." he said, and offered his hand.

Harry took it firmly. "Is that all?" he asked.

"Are you ready for your continued Journey?" Tom Riddle asked with an odd small.

Harry didn't notice the emphasis on the kast word, and nodded.

"Then I have a special path for you to take if you want to keep going."

A white portal swirled into existence next to the three of them, and Harry and Tom let go of their handshake.

"Here you are." Tom said.

Harry nodded. "See ya, Tom." he said.

Bellatrix Black and Harry Potter stepped through the white portal, and it vanished as they did. Without a trace.

Tom sighed. As the Master of Death, Harry Potter would live longer than even he would, as his life came from the extent of human magic, while the Hallows were considered godly. With his soul back in his body, despite his locket and Nagini, he was strong and attractive to the average witch or wizard.

The threat of Harry Potter was gone, and so too was the corrupting influence of Black. With the two of them beyond the reach of any, Tom Riddle sighed his relief again.

He pomdered for a moment of where his spell may lead them. It was a special thing, the spell he had cast. It allowed for someone to explore different worlds, for as long as they wished to Journey. It wasn't something that could be forced. They had to say they wanted to journey, and then walk through the portal themselves.

Into the unknown.

They may return, but the multiverse was infinite, and when they arrived again, Tom Riddle would be something that no one would expect from the creator of Voldemort. A good man.