Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter. If I did I wouldn't be writing this on FFN I'd be publishing it, and making millions of dollars… duh!

Summary: Harry has a mysterious voice in his head, that refers to itself as 'Phantom'. That's about it…

Warning: This will be slash! That means guy on guy people. Also completely ignores HBP.

Pairings: So far the only definite one is Harry/Tom, but Ron/Hermione, and some others may come in later. Nothing is set in stone right now, I'm not even really sure where this fic is headed, so bear with me.



Harry James Potter, also known as the Boy-Who-Lived in the wizarding world, sat on his bed in his aunt and uncle's house staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Now anyone observing Harry would just think he was, like any other sixteen-year-old with nothing to do, trying to think of ways to alleviate his boredom. But Harry was, in reality, actually having a conversation with someone in his mind.

Ever since Harry could remember Phantom had been there, always watching out for him, even healing him, through their connection, whenever Dudley, his cousin, had taken to beating the snot out of him. Phantom was his only stable protector. He was the only one that hadn't been snatched away by the cruel hands of fate, and that was only because no one but Harry knew about Phantom.

Harry had just gotten home from school earlier that day, and this was the first opportunity he had gotten to talk to Phantom all day, because he had been hauled into completely mind numbing conversations on the train, and as soon as he got home he was forced to clean the Dursley's house from top to bottom. He was just a few hours into his stay at his relatives' home, and already he and Phantom were planning his escape, which would be right after he turned seventeen, and became of age and able to use his magic freely. He would have to escape, because apparently the Dursleys believed that he had regressed and had taken to locking him in his bedroom again.

'All you have to do, Harry, is Alohomora the door to that prison cell they call a room, then distract them, I personally suggest transfiguring them into animals temporarily, get your trunk out of the cupboard, get out of the house and call the Knight Bus. That sounds like a fairly simple plan to me.'

'Oh, yeah Phantom, so simple, except for the fact that, with my luck, while I'm transfiguring Vernon, Dudley will realize what I'm up to and beat me to a bloody pulp' Harry replied. It always struck him as odd how he could have an argument with someone in his mind.

'Well it's the best we can do for now, so just hope that everything goes alright, and that your uncle and cousin don't get too pissed in the next month and take it out on you.' Phantom shot back.

'Ugh… why'd you have to remind me of their tempers, I could have done without that thought hanging over my head all night. Oh, yeah before I forget, where exactly am I supposed to go after getting on the Knight Bus?' Came Harry's annoyed reply.

'I thought that was obvious – Go the Leaky Cauldron, and rent a room off that inn-keeper. Anyway you should get some sleep, you know they'll want you up at an ungodly hour to do some meaningless task'

'Jeeze… you just enjoy reminding me of their hostility don't you? I suppose you're right…. G'Night Phantom'

'Good Night Harry.'

A.N.: I know incredibly short, but it's a prologue, so that's how I'm justifying it, and I'm tired and cant be bothered to think of anything else to write, so I'm off to bed.