FREEING THE SOUL

LADY SHINIGAMI

DISCLAIMER: AS USUAL.

CHAPTER 1

Harry stared into the darkness that surrounded him. He knew he was dreaming, but it was unlike any of his visions with Voldemort. He stood there, waiting, waiting for anything to happen.

Time passed unnoticed until he saw movement in the darkness and the veil of shadow lifted, allowing him to see a figure moving towards him. Harry squinted, trying to gain an idea of the figure's identity, but to no avail. The figure's face was covered by shadows of the darkest black, completely obscuring Harry's view. The figure approached slowly, cautious in his step and slightly hesitant. The figure stopped a few feet from Harry.

"Harry Potter. Welcome to my dream. Please don't ask me of my name, for I am not ready to give it, but if you must call me something, call me 'Exile'. I have pulled you into my dream because I don't have much time left, and someone is in desperate need of your help." Said the figure, and Harry recognized the voice, but he couldn't place it.

"Why should I help you? I know nothing about you or the person you want me to save, and I am going to get into some serious trouble here."

"I understand completely, but this is a matter of great importance to whom I wish to help. I need to ask a question. What do you know of Tom Riddle?" Asked Exile and Harry's features turned stormy.

"Tom Riddle is Voldemort, a Dark Lord intent on mayhem and destruction, proclaiming an anarchy of pureblood prejudices and hatred, he killed my parents, and has tried to kill me on several occasions. I've defeated him every time, although my luck is probably going to run out the next time we encounter."

Exile was silent for a while. "What if I were to tell you that you know absolutely nothing of the real Tom Riddle? Many years ago, shortly after young Tom turned sixteen, a demon from the Underworld started to ruin his life, seeking to take over Tom's body in order to create chaos in this world. It took a year before Tom fell to the demon's power, and he became possessed, and no one knew anything about it."

"If this is all true, then how do you know all this, and why can't you help Tom?"

Exile sighed, shoulders slumping. "Because I am just as powerful against the demon, that I am unable to do anything. Communicating with you is the best I can do, and it has taken me several years to figure out how, and I was only successful because of that scar."

Harry nodded, accepting Exile's words.

"I cannot tell you outright what happened to Tom that allowed him to become a victim of the demon, whose name you recognize as Voldemort, but I can show you most of the events that led to his vulnerability. Tom had been suffering for many, many years, even before the demon's possession. You are the only one capable of saving him."

"Why me?"

"Because you are a powerful wizard, despite what you may think. You haven't reached your full potential yet, but you will soon. Nothing you know is all as it appears. Will you help us?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, I will. What do I have to do?"

"You will need to see some of his memories, which I have access to, in order to understand the forces you are about to go against and then we will plan a course of action, if we still have enough time. I will bring you into the dreamscape again through our connection soon, until then you should go now. I will see you soon." Said Exile and the dream faded. Before the dream faded completely, Exile called out Harry.

"One more thing: you and Tom Riddle are soul mates."


OK, I HAVE REWRITTEN THIS CHAPTER SINCE I GOT A VULGAR REVIEW, AND I FIGURED THAT SINCE MAYBE THE FORMAT WASN'T THE GREATEST (THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER POSTED... I WAS RATHER INEXPERIENCED WITH HOW WORKED AT THE TIME), ALTHOUGH I'M NOT SURE WHY SOMEONE FELT THE NEED TO BE SO CRUDE AND VULGAR...