Alrighty guys some info for you for waiting so patiently:

This is set at the start of 5th year, I know not much Hogwarts action but it will come.

The format will be Present-Past-Present-Past, hopefully they will match up, it might take me a while til I post the next chapter cuz I want to make sure the chapters reach the right points at the end and match up, to do this I need to plan, carefully. I went and rushed a chapter on another story and puff, stuck cuz it wasn't quite the direction I see for it. I will make do, if I can't I will rewrite.

Any comments feel free to review.

This chapter finds us in the past after Tom broke the connection. Harry's first day at school

Chapter 4

Lunch found Harry searching for a quiet place to hide, when he found a place, up in a tall tree hidden by others he let himself cry, he felt so alone. All his life Tom had been there, even if they hadn't known and now his presence was gone, he was angry at him and he didn't know why. Was it because he didn't make friends? Was it because the teacher thought he was a stupid troublemaker even though Tom said he wasn't? Maybe he had finally realized what a worthless freak he was, like his Uncle was constantly telling him. Emerie wasn't here either, one day in a week she would disappear to hunt, she was supposed to return yesterday but didn't, maybe she had realised too.

That evening when he lay awake from the pain of the latest beating, for not paying attention, his thoughts and emotions to jumbled to focus properly, his determination hardened. He would work hard pay attention and make Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia proud, prove to them he wasn't dumb or worthless, prove to Tom that he wasn't either.

Long weeks past for Harry. Instead of making new friends, learning new things and having fun like all children starting primary school Harry's had been filled with pain and loneliness. He felt lost, confused and hurt. Tom had left him, he had worked hard during the day and called and searched for Tom for hours during the night, but he felt nothing, found nothing. The last thing he remembered was the burst of feelings that were similar to the ones Tom had felt for Vernon, never had those feelings been directed at him, what did he do? He tried to remember the feelings that Tom had sent but they were mere memories, daydreams now. He tried to recall the feelings as he soaked up the strange customs and traditions of the wizarding world, the happiness and sense of belonging he felt when Tom wished him a happy birthday and guided him as he made his first wandless magic, and how proud Tom was when he finally managed it on his own 2 weeks later. Emerie still had not returned.

His plans for Vernon had not gone well. He had not been happy with him when he had broken the plate while he was distracted while he washed the dishes, he had not been happy when he received better marks on his first report than "duddykins" and he most definitely had not been happy when the vase he had knocked over had stopped, an inch from the ground. But the beatings he had received were not what hurt the most, he could deal with the broken arm, bruised ribs, and dislocated thumb, what hurt was Toms silence, Tom was not there.

Four weeks past and Harry finally realized why Tom hated him. His last name was Potter. He was related to James Potter, one of his enemies. "Tom had left him", this was his thought as Vernon aimed his fist at his head, like he had always in the deepest part of his heart and mind thought he would, and as he felt oblivion descend on him, his last thought was that he did not want to wake.

Tom spent 4 weeks floating around aimlessly in the rainforest he was currently inhabiting, trying to block the feelings he could feel, not his own. Harry Potter, Son of James and Lily Potter, he had been teaching Harry Potter, had thought of Harry Potter as the son he did not have, the grandson he would never have. His enemy. The only one that could destroy him. But that was not the point was it. Harry Potter was abused when he was supposed to be protected, Harry Potter, the lights child represented all he fought for. The preservation of important wizarding traditions, magical children growing up in magical households, and the protection of all children from abuse, not to mention the right of all wizards to practice their magic, light and dark, and Harry Potter had the makings of a fine dark wizard. So what should he do? He could not think the name potter without a well of hate rising inside of him, his baby Aiden had a face, and that face repulsed him, his decision was made for him however by the burst of desperate pain from the connection followed by nothing, absolutely nothing, and it scared him.

Tom panicked. Tom Riddle AKA darkest lord for over a century panicked. He felt he could forgive all those parents who had panicked as he reached their homes during the war. He could not feel anything from little Aiden as he had called him. He used all the his reserves to reach his Aiden, it wasn't working, Aiden was rejecting him, Aiden was hurt, dying, all that mattered was that he survived, he sent all that he had felt in the last few months towards Aiden, he sent the fierce protectiveness, he sent his pride for Aiden, he sent feelings of a long forgotten emotion, and emotion he did not think he would feel again after his wife and a child he did not even hold were killed, love. It was like pushing against a brick wall, there was still a connection so he must be alive, but Aiden was not responding at all. He sent the last of his magic towards Aiden and as his world blackened he felt the tiniest pulse, the tiniest hope, and with one last push blacked out.

Neither Harry nor Tom woke for a week, recovering together in a sea of darkness, Tom held Aiden close. It would be a long time before Tom would hold Aiden so he made the most of it, rocking him as he sobbed, clutching at his robes.

"Why?" Aiden finally choked out.

"I'm sorry little one" Tom replied softly wondering how he would explain this to a five year old.

Aiden hiccupped, still not satisfied. "But why" He asked again searching Tom's eyes.

He ceased to be Harry Potter the moment the connection cut, Tom realized, no matter what others called him, he would always be Aiden first, his Aiden, he would guide him as he watched him grow, as he couldn't with his child who had died all those years ago.

"I have told you about the war between magic folk?"

"James Potter was your enemy, and I'm a Potter"

"No little one, you are Aiden, but when I heard your name I had not realized."

Tears streamed down Aidens cheeks.

"But I was always Aiden! Since you named me! I called to you and you didn't answer! You weren't there! And Emeries disappeared.." Aidens breaths were short and he was sobbing uncontrollably again, Toms grip around him just tightened as he soothed him.

"Shush Aiden, now look at me." Tom paused as he saw the raw pain in his child's eyes, pain he had caused. "I know now you were always Aiden, but I didn't then, when I heard your name all I could think was that you were the son of my enemy, a light child. But then I remembered my little Aiden, and when you cut the connection I was desperate, I didn't know how much it meant to me for you to be safe, and happy, I, I'm sorry."

The panic and desperation Tom had felt when the utter nothingness of the cut connection hit must have been nothing compared to what Aiden had felt, so he promised to himself and Aiden that he would never do so again. Aiden promised the same in return.

Chapter End.

Aiden: Irish for little fire.

I like the thought of an Irish Slytherin/Tom Riddle.

Aiden is Harry from now on in the presence of people who know him as Aiden, so far that's Emerie and Tom.

I seem to work well sleep deprived as this is another sleep deprived chapter

Okay, reviews, it's a bit cheeky putting them at the end of the chapter instead of the start but I figured if you like it enough to review, you will be reading the chapter anyway so without further ado:

Vampiregoth28: THANKYOU!! The reason the AN is there is for an answer to my question, don't feel weird, anyone else with grammar issues feel free to tell me. You'll be doing me a favor as I want to teach English at highschool's when I grow up…

DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan: Mmm think of the power I will hold with the debts lasting forever….But the story will flow as it flows, I have no more control than you really.

Tonksiscool: Check out my reviews, I was excited and left one in reply to yours.

Adeniode: I like it when Hary has a family that is real, not the convenience of the weasleys, we never hear of Hermiones family….

StarshineLove: shudders cute. Despite my many potests I am a sweety at heart, so it needed some cute little-harry-ness. This chapter is full of it, and next will have some more answers for Snape.

DaliaDee: I think I replied to you, so yeah, I totally agree with the straight away loves thing. All relationships take work, no one goes from strangers to loving them for eternity, it doesn't feel real, and to be truly satisfied the story needs to feel real. Also with the age gap, Harry is quite mature for his age, still prone to teenage moments but he would never be satisfied with a teenager. Also Severus hasn't had a chance to age since lily's death really, and he is just discovering who he is, like we do when we become a teenager, so they are at the same stage emotionally I guess.

P.S. Not quite satisfied with "Aiden" for Harry, any ideas? I'm looking for something that Tom would call his son, something he found precious, something strong, something he cares for…and slightly Slytherin I guess.