Hi Guys, I would like to thank everyone for their reviews. They made me smile and actually want to write the next chapter as soon as possible (which ended up being months and months later lol. Sorry for that! I've been really really busy with college and passing my driving test, which I did!) :D Hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks Again Guys and hopefully I'll update more! x

Anomaly

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters for 'Harry Potter' or the 'abilities' from Heroes. I do however own the plot.

Warning: Will contain violence, bad language and slash HP/SS and a little HP/DM

If you do not like this then do not read. I do not care for narrow minded people - Love is Love, no matter the sex. I don't mean to offend anyone but this is how I feel. So if you don't like it then as I said - don't read - Thank You.

~ CHAPTER 3 ~

- TheVision -

The residents of Number 12 Grimauld Place all shot up in their beds as a scream echoed through the walls. All knew instantly who's scream it was and rushed from their rooms to help their friend and saviour.

Remus Lupin scrambled out of his bed as quickly as he could, untangling his twisted sheets, heart thumping wildly in his chest. Throwing his bedroom door open and not caring that it slammed against the wall, he rushed down the hallway to his cub's room. Along the way he bumped into an annoyed looking Severus Snape.

Severus jolted awake as he heard the terror filled screams from the room two doors away.

'What the hell…?'

Sitting up, Severus threw the bed sheets off of his broad form and stood up. Striding across the room, he grabbed his bathrobe off the hanger by the door and pulled it on, covering his bare chest. Flinging his door open, he left the room to find out what the bloody hell was going on. In the hallway, he ran into a worried looking Lupin.

'Lupin. What is going on?' he asked, annoyed.

Not stopping to answer, Lupin strode right passed him and down the hallway. He stopped in front of…Potter's room, before going in.

'I should've known' he snorted to himself, hiding the concern he suddenly felt.

Following Lupin, Severus strode into Potter's room as what appeared to be the entire building's occupants came rushing down the hallway to crowd at the boy's bedroom door.

Remus knelt down next to Harry's bed and looked on as the boy thrashed violently on the bed, screaming as if in unimaginable pain. Trying to calm Harry down he ran a calming hand through his hair. Harry flinched away from the touch and whimpered, his screaming coming to a halt.

'Lupin'. Remus looked up at Snape and was surprised to see a glimmer of concern in the deep onyx eyes.

'What?' he replied quietly, looking back at the shivering and whimpering form of Harry. He felt so useless.

'What the hell was that all about Lupin? Why is Potter screaming at the top of his lungs?' Snape snarled, getting very irritated. He was tired, annoyed at being woken up this early in the morning and, though he would never admit it, concerned. And the constant mutterings from Potter's friends, who were still crowded by the door looking on with concerned expressions, were beginning to grate on his last nerve. His sent them an irritated glare, which they took no notice of, only having eyes for the whimpering boy on the bed.

Remus stood up quickly and stepped into Snape's personal space. 'Do I look like I know what's going on? Well I don't! But it's quite obvious that whatever is going on is causing him pain, so why don't you shut up, save your questions for later and help me wake him up?'

Severus stood, frozen, stunned at Lupin's outburst. Growling under his breath, he strode to the bed where Remus was again trying to wake a still whimpering Harry up by smoothing his hair back and whispering in his ear. 'Yeah right! Like that's going to wake him up'.

'Potter! Wake up!' he shouted. When he received no answer other than the glare from Lupin, Severus snarled before grabbing the boy's shoulders and shaking him. 'POTTER!'

'He's not going to wake up so you may as well leave him be' said a calm voice by the door. Severus and Remus turned as one and let out a sigh of relief, absently noticing that the crowd at the door was gone and the door shut. One of the Order must have contacted Dumbledore who had then told everyone to go back to bed.

'Headmaster', Remus breathed. 'What do you mean he won't wake? Will he be alright?' He asked, panicked.

'I can't really tell you if he'll be alright Remus. He's having a vision', Albus replied solemnly, also looking at the young man on the bed.

'A vision?' Remus asked in a whisper. 'You mean Voldemort?' At Albus' nod, he turned back to look at Harry who was still whimpering in pain. 'Why is he in pain? I thought he just received images. He shouldn't have been screaming like that!' he said in anguish, looking to the Headmaster for answers.

'Remus. Calm down! This isn't going to help Harry', Albus interrupted sternly. 'Now. To answer your question, yes. Originally, Harry did only receive images, but recently he's been feeling the victims' pain and can also…'

'WHAT? What do you mean he feels the victims' pain? Do you have any idea of what they do to victims Albus? Because let me tell you! It isn't pretty! It's a wonder he hasn't gone mad Albus! I…'

'Severus! That's enough!' To be honest, Albus was a little shocked at Severus' apparent show of concern for Harry. Severus seemed to hate young Harry as though he were James himself. 'I do, in fact, know what they do to their victims Severus. That is why I always make sure he has a supply of healing potions on hand for when he wakes up'. He looked at Severus over his half-moon glasses in admonishment. 'Now, as I was saying', Severus blushed slightly, he noticed amusedly, 'his visions seem to have progressed to a whole other level. He feels the victims' pain and now he can also have conversations and 'contact' with Voldemort through the mind link that they share. My guess right now is that Voldemort wants something from Harry, and Harry being Harry…'

'…is probably refusing to give him what he wants and is winding him up purposely in the process', Remus finished for him. 'That's Harry alright. No wander he's screaming in pain. Voldemort is probably pissed!'

'You got that right', came a hoarse voice from the bed. The three men's heads turned sharply to the figure in the bed.

'Harry!' Remus shouted, kneeling by the bed and taking Harry's hand in his.

Albus walked calmly to the end of the bed and smiled down at his favourite student. 'Alright there Harry my boy?'

'I'll live', came the slightly sarcastic reply, accompanied by a grin.

'Will you be needing your potion?', the Headmaster asked, concerned.

Nodding his head with a slight grimace, Harry replied, 'Yes sir. He was especially pissed off tonight. There was more power behind that one spell than any others he has cast before. I haven't got any left though so I'll have to do without…'

'Not a problem, not a problem at all', Albus interrupted, smiling, 'I brought some with me just in case'.

Harry gave a huge sigh of relief. 'Thank you sir. I really don't think I could of managed without it this time'.

Downing the potion that the Headmaster handed to him, he screwed up his face in disgust before relaxing back against his pillows, the pain slowly fading.

He was just about to give into his exhaustion by closing his eyes when Dumbledore cleared his throat. Keeping the annoyed groan to himself, he looked up at his mentor.

'Harry my child. I apologise for keeping you from your rest but I need to know what happened. It may be important. Are you up to it?' his face a picture of sympathy.

Signing in resignation, Harry heaved himself into a sitting position, his pillows propped up behind his back, thanks to Remus.

'Alright. There's not much to tell really. I had just gotten to sleep. I started to feel that 'pull' I feel whenever I'm about to have a vision. I tried to wake myself up but…it didn't work obviously. In the vision, Voldemort…'

**THE VISION**

Harry 'opened' his eyes to the familiar sight of a richly furnished and decorated room. Looking around, he noticed its vast space. The room seemed very spacious when void of its usual activity, Harry mused absently. He was interrupted from his wondering thoughts and memories of the room's activities by a harsh, snake like voice,

'Harry Potter. How lovely it is to see you'

Turning slowly, Harry found himself face to face with the monster known as Lord Voldemort. 'Hello Tom', he replied lightly, knowing how he hated hearing his muggle name.

The…man ('if you can even call him that') hissed in annoyance and rose from his throne like chair. 'How dare you address me so! I am Lord Voldemort boy! You will do well to remember that!', he spat, clearly enraged. Then he smirked as if he knew something that Harry didn't. Harry felt his pulse quicken in slight fear. 'Or even more appropriate than that would be 'My Lord'. How about it Harry? Imagine the things we could do together if you were to sit at my side. My right hand man. My most treasured ally', here he paused to make sure Harry was in fact listening. 'Or even my consort'.

Harry took a step back quickly, horror, disgust and revulsion evident on his face.

'NEVER! I would never join you! Let alone allow you to touch me in any way!', he shouted, trying to ignore his body's violent reaction to the suggestion of allowing this monster anywhere near him in a sexual sense. He swallowed the vomit that threatened to come up.

'Now, now Harry. Why don't you think about it?'

'There's nothing to think about Tom', he snarled. 'The answer is always going to be the same. Never!'

Voldemort's eyes narrowed as they travelled over Harry's face. Then he smiled. Harry shivered in silent revulsion.

'Oh Harry. Why do you fight me on this? You will give in to me eventually. And when you do…' his smile grew wider as he let his eyes roam over Harry's body.

'Over my dead body you bastard!', Harry shouted, horrified.

Twirling his wand absently in his spidery hands, Voldemort stepped forward and smirked when Harry took one step back, keeping the distance between them.

'So be it. I had truly wished it wouldn't come down to this but you just have to be a stubborn Gryffindor don't you?', he paused for a moment, letting his words sink in, 'I always get what I want Harry. And believe me when I say, you will be mine. Even if I have to go through all of your little friends, one by one, to get you'.

'Fuck You!' Harry screamed outraged.

'Crucio!'

Harry fell to the floor, screaming and thrashing in pain. His body felt as though it were being pierced continually by a thousand knives and burning hot fire travelled along his bones, making him scream out for release.

Voldemort released the spell and looked down at the shaking, whimpering form at his feet. He knelt down and ran his hand through the boy's soft raven hair. It felt like silk running through his fingers. Suddenly overcome by the want to taste the boy before him, he grasped a hand full of the boy's hair and pulled his face upwards. He smashed his lips into the boys, thrusting his tongue onto the warm, wet cavern of Harry mouth. He moaned at the taste before pulling back to look at the brat's reaction. Large, shocked green eyes stared up at him. Smirking he leaned in again. He was just about to meet those delectable lips with his own, when the boy started to fade. Tightening his grip on the boy's hair, he hissed,

'Don't even think about it Potter!'

Smirking, Harry replied, 'Sorry Tom, but I have more important places to be'. And with that, Harry disappeared, back to consciousness, where he found three people waiting for him…leaving an enraged Dark Lord behind to ponder his next move. He would have that boy, if it was the last thing he did! Especially after having tasted such a delightful mouth!

**END VISION**

Silence rang through the room as Harry finished his story. The occupants of the little bedroom were all pondering the new developments and what Voldemort hoped to gain from his new obsession with Harry.

'This may cause some problems', Albus sighed wearily.

Severus snorted, 'You think?'

'Severus…'

'Albus! The Dark Lord wants to make Potter his bloody sex slave! Of course this is going to cause problems!'

'Severus, please…'

'No Albus! You don't understand. This is not like when the Dark Lord was hunting Potter to kill him. It's completely different!' He snarled.

'Whatever do you mean Severus? Why would this be different. His main goal is still to get Harry. Why does wanting him for something else change things?', Remus asked confused, 'Though I have to admit, I'm pretty disgusted with his change of plan for what he wants Harry for', he continued, more than a little disturbed.

'It makes all the difference in the world you idiot! He doesn't want to kill Potter. There is a completely different motive behind his wanting Potter now. He wants him as his consort', he paused to get his breath back, 'The drive behind him getting Potter is different now. When he wanted to kill Potter, it was because he was competition. But in the end it didn't really matter when he was killed. Just that eventually, he was. Wanting someone for…sexual means is a much more powerful emotion than wanting to kill someone, as strange as that seems. He will now become possessive, thinking that he owns Potter. He will not like the thought of others touching what is 'his'. Which means that his efforts to capture Potter are going to be doubled! Don't you see. Soon he will start attacking head on until he gets what he wants!' He took a deep breath as he finished his ranting.

Silence rang through the room once again. Each had their own thoughts on the disturbing news of the Dark Lord's new obsession. Albus was wondering why Tom suddenly wanted Harry to be his consort instead of killing him. What had changed? He was also thinking about ways to protect his honorary grandson. Remus was gazing at Harry's bowed head as he was consumed by the sadness he felt. He wondered why things like this always seemed to happen to Harry. Silently, he vowed to protect his cub to the best of his ability. Severus shot secretive looks at Harry, disturbed at what had been revealed. And, although he didn't want to admit it, he was extremely worried. He knew that if the Dark Lord truly desired Harry, he would stop at nothing to get him. 'There is no way in hell that I am going to let you have him Voldemort. Harry is mine!' he thought darkly before clearing his mind when he realised that he had just proclaimed Harry as his. 'I DO NOT want him!' He scowled and turned his gaze away from the boy.

Harry, on the other hand, was hanging his head in shame and embarrassment. He thought about what Snape had told them. He was more than a little unnerved to hear that Voldemort wouldn't stop until he had him. The thought of what Voldemort would do to him if he captured him popped into his mind, creating disturbing images that had Harry shivering with disgust. One particular gruesome image of him being repeatedly raped by Voldemort and his Death Eaters jumped to the front of his mind.

'I think I'm going to be sick' he said before jumping from the bed and throwing himself to the door. He wrenched it open as quickly as he could and ran into the bathroom across the hall. He reached the toilet just in time, as not a second later he emptied the contents of his stomach into it. He heaved for a few seconds before thankfully, he could breath normally again. He leaned back against the cold tiles of the wall and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

Harry jumped, startled when he suddenly felt something cool being pressed against his forehead. He opened his eyes to see a concerned Remus pressing a damp cloth to this head. Taking the cloth in his own hands, Harry smiled gratefully as him.

'Thank You' he said in a whisper

'Not at all', Remus paused, hesitant to continue, 'Are you alright?'

Harry sighed and looked down at his hands. A firm but gentle hand lifted his chin up to meat the concerned golden eyes.

'Hey. Talk to me'

'Why me Remy? Why is it always me?' his voiced cracked and he brought his knees to his chest, hugging them closer. A single tear slipped down his cheek but he was too tired to wipe it away.

'Oh cub'

Remus suddenly sat next to him, and throwing an arm around his shoulders, pulled him into a swift but loving hug. That seemed to be his undoing as something inside of him broke and he began to sob uncontrollably.

'Why Remus? Why won't he just leave me alone?' he sobbed. It had been overwhelming to find out, at the age of eleven, that the most evil Dark Lord of all time wanted to kill him, Harry Potter. But this. Voldemort's consort? It was just too much.

Remus clutched him closer and replied, anguish evident in his voice, 'I don't know Harry. I just don't know'

Outside the open bathroom door, Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore watched the scene with sad eyes. The Boy-Who-Lived. The boy with the weight of the world on his small shoulders, had finally cracked under the pressure. Neither had ever seem him in such an emotional state. He hadn't even cried this much after the Triwizard Tournament or after Sirius' death, Albus knew. But the two men didn't see a saviour breaking down. They saw a young man cracking under too much pressure.

Albus let out a helpless sigh and turned to look at his Potions Master. Observing the silent man, he was surprised by what he saw. Severus' face was drawn in a deep frown, his brow wrinkled in concern. But it was his eyes that really gave him away. Those dark pools of onyx were filled with agitation, desperation, fear and, if he was not mistaken, a little compassion.

Placing a hand on the darkly clothed shoulder to gain his attention, Albus quietly lead his friend away from the bathroom to allow the young saviour his privacy.

As they were walking down the hallway, Severus noticed that the headmaster kept sending speculative glances his way. Getting annoyed, he turned to Albus and snarled,

'Alright Albus, what is it?'

'Whatever do you mean Severus?' the Headmaster replied, eyes twinkling the whole time.

Growling, Severus snapped, 'You know perfectly well what I mean old man! Why the looks?'

Albus turned to look at him fully, a small smile on his face.

'What?' Severus said in exasperation.

'You really care for him don't you?'

Severus stopped walking and just stared at the odd man in front of him, confusion spreading across his normally blank face.

'What…who on earth are you taking about Albus? I don't care for anyone! I wouldn't allow anyone to get too close to me, least they end up dead! I…'

'Harry Potter' Albus interrupted, 'You care for him don't you?'

'WHAT? You know, I've always thought you were crazy but now I know. Not only are you crazy but you're also bloody delusional too! Me? Caring for Potter? Ridiculous!'

And with that, he stalked down the hall and into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Once inside, he continued to pace, agitated. 'I do not care for that ingrate!' he snarled to himself. He paced for what seemed like hours, spitting out insults to anyone who came to mind, silently thankful that no one could actually hear him. He'd said some rather nasty stuff about the Dark Lord that he never wanted to repeat. Sighing tiredly, he ran a hand through his soft hair. It wasn't greasy like everyone assumed, but just really soft and silky. Taking off his bathrobe and tossing it on floor, he got into bed, put an arm under his pillow and drifted off to sleep thinking, 'Maybe, just maybe, everything will be back to normal in the morning'. He didn't know that in the morning, things would be just the same.

Severus woke with a groan and turned over onto his stomach, attempting to hide his eyes from the sun rays shining directly onto his face. With his head stuffed deeply in his fluffy pillow, Severus soon found that he needed to breath. Giving up entirely on the possible lie in, he turned onto his back with a tired groan before sitting up completely.

Doggedly, he untwisted his sheets and stood up from the bed. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked to his trunk, where he pulled out his bathroom necessities. Sighing, and hoping for once, just once!, that the bathroom would be free, he headed for the door, pulling his bath robe on, before leaving the room.

Severus wasn't the only one heading towards the bathroom that morning, hoping for a warm hot shower to rinse away the previous night's horrors. Harry yawned widely and rubbed his left eye that blurred in sleepiness. He felt terrible. And not a little sick. Every time he closed his eyes he saw gleaming red eyes trailing his bodily possessively, making him shiver in disgust. Shaking his head to clear away his rancid thoughts, Harry failed to notice the tall body heading his way.

'Mr Potter', a familiar voice stated, rough from a nights sleep and sounding as sexy as hell. Wait. What? He did NOT just think that! Harry blushed, unable to look his professor in the eye.

'Morning Professor Snape' he mumbled.

Severus rose a single eyebrow, curious despite himself about the blush adorning the boy's pale cheeks. Sighing in aspiration when he realised Potter may want to use the bathroom, he asked,

'I don't suppose you're wanting to use the bathroom are you Potter?', Severus would have preferred to just shove him out the way and use the bathroom first but the sympathy for the boy from last night was still there.

Potter looked up still blushing furiously, 'Er…Yes sir?'

Sighing in frustration, he snapped 'Well then. What are you waiting for Potter? Some of us would like to take our shower sometime this morning, not this afternoon!'

Harry jumped at the sudden harsh voice and stuttered stupidly before rushing into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in his haste to get away from the temperamental Professor.

On the other side of the door Harry had just closed, Severus Snape was replaying what had just happened over in head. Signing and rolling his eyes, he headed back in the direction of his room, muttering, 'I must be going soft'.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain old man with twinkling blue eyes had seen their exchange from a crack in his bedroom door. Smiling knowingly, Albus went about getting ready for the day, humming a tune to himself.

Harry let out a tired sigh as he sat down at the empty kitchen table. Mrs Wealsey was rushing about as usual, cooking what seemed to be an endless supply of food. He smiled as the motherly woman turned to him, frying pan in hand.

'Oh! Harry dear! I didn't hear you come in!', she paused looking him over with a worried air about her. Harry sighed knowing what was coming next.

'How are you feeling dear? You gave us all quite a scare last night! But Professor Dumbledore seemed to know what he was doing…' she trailed off unsure of what else to say.

Suppressing a role of the eyes, Harry plastered on a fake smile for the overbearing woman. He loved her, really he did! But she seemed to forget that Harry was not used to having a parental figure looking out for every little need. It made him….uncomfortable. 'I'm fine Mrs Weasley. Nothing to worry about. It was just a nightmare. I'm sorry to have worried you all…'

Mrs Weasley shook her head, 'Harry dear, no need to apologise! Just as long as you are alright now, then everything is fine' she said smiling gently at the boy she considered her own.

Harry smiled in return, happy that the subject of last night's fiasco had been dropped. He still shivered with disgust at the thought of Voldemort's new goal. Lost in thoughts of the vile things Voldemort would do to him if he managed to capture him, Harry jumped when a plate was placed in front of him.

'Eat up now Harry. You're still so very thin dear. I have second helpings here if you need any' after patting his cheek affectionately she walked out the kitchen door into the hallway and proceeded to shout up the stairs to tell everyone breakfast was ready.

Harry picked up his fork to start on his breakfast only to have his eyes bulge at the huge amount of food. 'Second helpings? I probably won't be able to eat even half of this!' Blowing a peace of fringe out of his eyes, Harry started making a dent in the mountain of food. He looked up when Mrs Wealsey re-entered the kitchen, a herd of redheads following eagerly behind. Behind them where most of the Order members, including a tired looking Snape and Remus. Harry felt a pang of guilt as the two men sat down heavily, obviously drained of energy. If was his fault they were so tired.

Remus, who was sitting next to him (Snape opposite) seemed to sense his guilt and put an arm around his shoulders. 'Hey?' he said, forcing Harry to look at him with a gentle finger under his chin. Once Harry made eye contact with his father figure, Remus continued, 'I'm fine. We're both fine. Nothing an early night won't cure. So don't go beating yourself up over something that wasn't your fault. You understand cub?'

Harry nodded and smiled sincerely at his adopted godfather, and leaned forward to gently bump foreheads with him.

Hearing a snort across the table Harry pulled away to look up at his Potions Professor. Catching the man's eye, he asked. 'What?'

Looking rather startled at the sharp question, Snape glared at Remus and said, 'All this fluffy mumbo jumbo is putting me off my breakfast. Please refrained from such displays in public!' before opening the Daily Profit and disappearing behind it.

Harry gaped and shared a bewildered look with Remus. Was Snape jealous? Shaking his head, Harry turned to his redheaded friend, Ron Weasley, to discuss the new broom that had just been released. The Lightening Bolt. Harry, suspiciously, thought that the design was strikingly familiar to the lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Sighing, Harry decided to just accept that no matter was he did, people would never see just Harry.

** END OF CHAPTER **

Well thats it! R & R - again, I'm so sorry for the late update - its been like...half a year! Hopefully I will get back into it now - I'll try to keep all my stories on the same chapter number. I've almost finished the next chap for Veracity and will hopefully have the Jamie Potter updated soon too. Thanks :D x