Harry shivered as the spell washed over him, like ice cold water surging through his mind. He felt it sifting through his memories, as if to choose which ones to erase, the brunette fought the spell, but the power behind it was simply too great.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy"

"You better be a Slytherin, can't go through Hogwarts without a friend right?"

"Don't trust anyone but yourself...and your best friend"

"It's for your own good..."

Draco hiding behind the bushes, his mouth gaped as if to scream for Harry...

"Restricta Permera!" he heard. Harry gasped as he was knocked backwards into a thick tree trunk. His eyelids felt heavy, but he watched an old man remove his stick (wand?) from Harry and disappear. The last thing he saw was a young boy with bright blonde hair rush to his side,

"Harry? Are you ok? What happened? Answer me Harry! Harry...!"

The last thing that Harry thought before his world went black was...

...

Tom came to a clearing form the bushes to find a sight of a small park, where he saw a young blonde boy hovering over an unconscious one. Only one family was known to have hair that bright, "Malfoy," he whispered, before he could stop himself. What in Merlin's name was a Malfoy? Curious, he warily approached the boys, "What happened here?" his fingers curling around his wand.

He blonde snarled, "None of your business Muggle."

Muggle? What's a – Wait a minute! Smirking, Tom took out his wand and whispered, "Enervate." He turned to the Malfoy who softly muttered an apology. The black haired boy groggily sat up, revealing startling green eyes, where have I seen those eyes before? Tom thought.

"Where am I?" The boy whispered, "Who are you people?"

The blonde looked deeply hurt, "It's me, Draco. Your best friend?" But the brunette just looked confused and Draco's face fell. Tom (not Voldemort, Tom) knelt down on his robes in narrowed his dark eyes into the green ones, "What spell did he use?"

"Spell? Magic is make believe though."

"The old man," Draco gasped, "There was an old man who told Harry that I wasn't good for him and that the plan wasn't going correctly! He used something called Obliviate and something else called Restricta Permera!" Tom's eyes darkened, he might not remember what happened, or who he truly was, but he knew those spells and what they did. Restricta Permera... it's a newly discovered spell that restricts magic ability and the caster has the ability to feed of it if they wished. It was dangerous and definitely considered a Dark Art.

"I remember Uncle Vernon telling me that magic wasn't real," the black haired boy recalled, "but I remember something about Parseltongue and Occlumency and green light, but that's it. I don't recall either of you, I'm sorry." He added as an afterthought after seeing the crestfallen look on Draco's face. The young Malfoy closed his watery eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy" the boy nodded, "Harry Potter, have we met?"

Draco sighed and nodded, "I best be getting back, I'll come visit you again Harry. Maybe, maybe this will just go away." His silver eyes had a hopeful gleam in them but when Tom shook his head, the blonde sighed and walked away, "Wait," Draco turned around, "I'm Tom. You can trust me, I'm a wizard too." Ignoring Harry's mutterings of, Wizards are made believe though...

"This is yours," Harry said, he got up and handed a gold watch to the blonde, "Well, I think so anyway."

"Thanks," he muttered, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Tom knelt down on the ground next to Harry, "My name is Tom, Tom Riddle. Let's get you back to your parents."

"They're dead." Harry said shortly, Tom's eyes widened in surprise, "They were killed when I was very young."

"Oh," the man answered awkwardly, "I'm sorry. Where are you staying then?" If the parents were anything like the boy, who would want to hurt them?

"With my aunt and uncle, they live down the road."

Well whoever they are, Tom thought, they haven't been treating him well. "I'll take you home then Harry."

Harry smiled and asked shyly, "Is magic real?"

"Yes it is young Harry," he replied, grinning at the shocked look on his face, "It appears to be that you have some too. You mentioned you were a Parselmouth, is that correct?"

He nodded happily, "Someone told me, after I talked to a snake."

"Draco?"

"I-I don't know. Most likely, but I don't remember anything about him. I remember everything else."

Tom frowned and kept walking, it appears to be that someone has chosen the memories they wished to erase with the spell. Whoever casted the spell was powerful, and had terrible motives. Draco seemed to be of no harm.

"Well here it is, Thank you Mr Riddle."

"Nonsense, call me Tom. I'll see you tomorrow; perhaps, I want to find out more about what happened to your memories."

No longer than a second that Harry walked into the house, had chaos ensured. Tom lingered on the front pavement, curious.

"Where have you been boy?!" Uncle Vernon yelled

"Just out in the neighbourhood Uncle Vernon. Dudley isn't even back yet."

"How dare you?" A tall woman shrilled, "How dare you compare your freakish self to my angel?"

"There's no cloud in heaven that can support your Ickle Duddikiins." Harry bit

The next second Harry was on the floor, clutching his arm. The beefy man stood over him and kicked his stomach roughly yelling, "NEVER – SAY – ANYTHING – ABOUT – DUDLEY – EVER – AGAIN!" He kept kicking, ignoring Harry's pleas and cries to stop. Tom snarled in anger- he'd seen enough. Easily blasting the door open with a simple Reducto he strode past the tall woman and raised his wand to the fat man, "Leave him." He threatened

"Get out of my house y-you freak. You're one of them aren't you?" Uncle Vernon shrank from the magic in Tom's eyes that shone brightly, "I am a wizard, if that's what you mean," Tom growled

"No! We swore to stamp it out of him when we took the boy in!" Uncle Vernon roared, "I will not let some freak like you bring the crap back in!" He stomped on Harry's throat and increased the pressure on his foot. His hands couldn't push the big shoe off though, and Harry gagged and gasped for air. A flick of Tom's wand and Uncle Vernon was thrown back against the wall. Tom crouched down to the crying boy, "Hey, you ok?" At his nod Tom muttered, "Get your things."

Understanding the message Harry raced to the cupboard under the stairs whilst Tom witnessed this is disgust, "The cupboard under the stairs? That's low, even for you Muggles. Got everything Harry?" Harry walked out of the cupboard carrying a small knapsack and a tattered piece of parchment, "Move Muggle." Tom snarled, his dark eyes flashing warningly, looking entrancing against his pale skin. The two adults paled and hastily moved from his sight.

Harry opened and walked to the gate to find Dudley glaring him down, "It's been a long time Potter. That blonde freak isn't around to save you now." He made a move for Harry but stopped when he saw Tom approach, hatred in his eyes. The large boy (large was an understatement) scrambled back as far as he could go.

Once they were out of sight of Number 4 Privet Drive, Tom held a hand out for Harry to stop. Harry, meanwhile, was nervous. He had no idea who this man was, or what his intentions were, but he couldn't help but trust him. It was like Tom was important to Harry's life in some way, "How long has this been happening?" Tom asked, concerned

"Since I was born really, wait, one question?"

"Fire away"

"I don't have any money for a hotel or-" Tom just laughed

"You can stay with me, I'm sorry for doing that. I...I can feel it, it's not safe there."

"Magic..." Harry whispered, "Is magic good or bad?"

"Both Harry," Tom whispered a spell on a black feather, "Take this. It's a Portkey."

"A what?" Harry asked, interested

"It transports people. It's magic." He whispered. Tom grinned as Harry grabbed it eagerly with a wide grin on his face. The flash of light; and the two were gone.

They arrived at, in Harry's opinion, the biggest house he had ever seen. Tom didn't normally come here often, but it was the first Portkey that he had. No use going to the ones where all the Death Eaters resided after all. Especially when he didn't know who Voldemort was.

"Home sweet home." Tom muttered

"Woah," 10 year old Harry gasped, "It's MASSIVE!"

The moment they walked in a house elf appeared at the door, "What may Trixie do for Master V-" They cut off at Tom's appearance, which confused him. What was there to be confused about? "Erm Trixie?" he tried, "Can you please take Harry's bags to the spare room?" They were shocked enough to hear the word 'please' come from his mouth, but they took the bags and disappeared.

"Who are they?" Harry asked

"House elves, they help me around here. Clean and cook, they are very helpful."

"Maybe I will have a house elf when I'm older, then I won't have to clean for the Dursley's." Tom whirled around; he had to clean for them as well? But there were other matters to attend to, "Let's write to your friend first, so he knows where to find you."

"Draco?" Harry remembered. Tom nodded, he swore he had seen that hair before, he just can't remember where, "But I don't have his address."

Tom chuckled, "I have a lot to teach you about magic don't I? Wizards use owls to communicate with others, or Floo."

"Floo? Isn't that a cold?"

"Fire place Harry."

After they wrote a letter to Draco, saying about their whereabouts and the events of the evening, Harry couldn't help but asking, "How come I can't remember Draco?"

Tom sighed, "Remember what he said that afternoon at the park. That the old man used two different spells?"

"I didn't like the old man. He kept saying that, I was breaking his plan or something." Harry frowned, trying to remember, "He used Obliviate?"

The man was relieved that the green eyed boy didn't remember the other spell. He wouldn't fancy having to tell him of the effects, but he would like to break the lock. Just to see what the harm was, "Would I be able to check?" he asked suddenly

"Check what?"

"What happened to your memories? It appears that not all of them were erased, just the ones about Draco and magic in general." When Harry hesitated Tom sighed, "You can trust me."

"Trust is the first step to betrayal," Harry whispered, so softly that Tom almost didn't hear him. Who told him that? One word:

Draco

"That's what Dumbledore said, that I could trust him," Harry continued in his normal voice

"Dumbledore?" Tom asked, oh him he remembered, not all of it though. The man who never trusted him at school, what would he want with Harry? Said boy grabbed a pale hand and held it to his temple, "Check?"

He smiled softly and whispered the incantation...

A single mother held a child in her arms; he would never know who his father was. She was a demon, so the birth was prolonged several years. The woman sang softly in a beautiful voice,

"Don't know much about your life. Don't know much about your world, but, don't wanna be alone tonight, on this planet they call Earth.

You don't know about my past, and, I don't have a future, figured out. Maybe this is going too fast, and, maybe this isn't meant to last.

And what do you say to taking chances, what do you say to jumping' off the edge? Never knowing if there's solid ground below, a hand to hold, or hell to pay. What do you say?..."

--

Harry being pushed into James' arms, "You have to take care of him! He's after me!"

"He's not my kid though!"

"Actually- he is."

--

"This is for his own good. He can't be allowed to live."

"No! He's my son!"

"I'm sorry James."

"No!"

A bright flash of green light lit the darkness enough to see a grown man step over James' still body. He was tall and his eyes were-

--

"Get up boy! It's Dudley's birthday and I want everything to be perfect" Harry opened one green eye and cast a look in his surroundings. The cupboard under the stairs was dark and filthy, but it was all he had. And the map that his dad left behind. Following the instructions on the spare piece of parchment, Harry whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

--

"Move it Potter." Harry was punched harshly in the shoulder before taking off

--

"Leave him alone!"

"What's it to you blonde freak?"

--

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy"

--

"You're a wizard, obviously, a powerful one in fact."

--

"So you don't remember anything?"

"Only a flash of green light."

--

You better be a Slytherin," Draco said with a grin, "I just know it. Can't go through Hogwarts without a friend right?"

--

"Favourite animal?"

"Muggle or magic?"

"What do you think?"

Harry smirked, "Phoenix, a blue one. There are too many red ones."

"Do you have any idea how rare those are to get? And you can't just buy Phoenixes, they have to find you."

"Why?"

"No one knows really. They are incredibly loyal apparently."

--

'"Don't trust anyone but yourself." Draco said, "And your best friend." He added as an afterthought, throwing an arm around Harry's shoulders.

--

"My name is Professor Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at Hogwarts, a school of magic."

--

"Why don't you trust me Harry? I can bring you to my school."

"Trusting is the first step of betrayal,"

--

"Mr Malfoy is not good for you; and you are not supposed have any knowledge of your magic until you turn 11. It's all part of my plan to keep you safe."

"I'm not a pawn. I know of my magic and you can't take that away from me."

Blue flames roared from the ground as Harry made contact with the ground.

--

"Obliviate!"

--

Gasping, Tom removed himself from Harry's mind. Hatred filled him faster than he thought possible. How could Dumbledore do that? He didn't get a good look at James' killer, but he had his suspicions.

"What happened?" Harry asked, "Are you okay Tom?"

He nodded, "A lot to think about, you know?"

"So, what happened?" Harry yawned.

Tom hesitated, "You're tired. Go to bed, I promise I'll explain everything there is to explain in the morning." After sending a reluctant Harry to sleep (with a promise of showing him some spells in the morning) to a room close to his own, Tom sighed and looked outside the window. He kept thinking about Harry's mother. It had been so long since he's seen her.

But that wasn't what he was worried about. He saw so much of himself in Harry, the determination that gleamed in his eyes. They were connected, Tom decided, in some weird way. But Dumbledore might try to hurt Harry again. He would have to do something about that. Harry would enjoy being here. How did he know? Because he knew what Harry wanted, even if the boy himself forgot what it was. He pulled a green amulet hanging from a silver chain and held it up to the moon, thinking about Harry's last thoughts before he forgot his memories. That one glimpse he had at his parents before it was taken away.

'...It was you...

All of it...

How could you?

Just because of what I am?

You win for now. But a Slytherin never gives up and I know that I'm a Slytherin. Draco even told me so, and he's my best friend; he wouldn't lie to me.

When I get all my memories back Albus Dumbledore, I will get my revenge for what you have done.'

A/N: As you can see, you will find out everything in later chapters, including more about the amulet and Harry's life and 'demon side'.

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