Unexpected Soul Mates

Two Weeks

"That was stupid of you, Harry!" Sirius exclaimed as he hugged his godson. Harry just made it to the hospital wing.

"Where have you been, mister Potter?" Snape asked.

"I needed to be by myself for a while." Harry lied smoothly. Dumbledore nodded, clasping his shoulder.

"Many death eaters were caught tonight because of you. And now the rest of the wizarding world will believe us that Voldemort is back." He said proudly. Harry simply shrugged as Madam Pomfrey attended to his wounds. Ron was in a bed near him, Hermione was across from him. Neville was somewhere down the row. They still haven't retrieved Umbridge yet.

"Professor," Harry licked his lips. "May I spend the summer at Sirius'?" Harry asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

"You know the blood wards have to be reinforced." He told Harry. Harry retained from rolling his eyes as he nodded.

"Yes sir." He sighed. Suddenly, Harry's eyes went wide.

'Harry?' Tom's voice echoed in his head.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Sirius asked.

'Tom?' Harry called out mentally. He heard Tom laugh in his head.

'I had to find out how to break down the barrier that was blocking our full connection.' Tom explained. Harry nodded.

"Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Sorry, zoned out for a second." Harry said.

'It took you that little of time?' Harry asked exasperated.

'I'm a genius.' Tom said as if it were obvious. Harry could've sworn he rose an eyebrow and smirked. He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

'I'm with everyone at the moment, Tom.' Harry tried to tell him. 'Please forgive me if that little piece of knowledge wasn't at the forefront of my mind.' Harry said sarcastically.

'Touchy, touchy.' Tom mumbled. Harry laughed aloud. Everybody looked at him oddly.

"Er, thinking of a joke." He nodded. Tom snorted.

"You're acting a little odd, Harry." Sirius told him.

"Excuse me, I was only possessed by Voldemort." Harry sarcastically murmured.

"Any lingering thoughts from him?" Dumbledore asked worriedly.

"No, he left as soon as I thought of Sirius." Harry was sick of lying but it was the only way to keep Tom safe.

'Sorry.' Tom told him.

"Not your fault." Harry mumbled sleepily. The adults looked at each other.

"Not who's fault?" Dumbledore asked.

"Talking to myself." Harry said, closing his eyes. The day was emotionally exhausting.

'Goodnight Harry.' Tom's voice whispered in Harry's head. Harry fell asleep smiling.

Harry awoke to adults quietly conversing. He frowned. They were talking about him.

"What if Voldemort left something in Harry's mind? He could be dangerous." Sirius said. Harry's mouth fell open. How could his godfather think that?

"Even so, Sirius, we need to keep him safe. When he goes to the Dursley's we'll keep an eye on the house." Dumbledore assured.

"Yes, because that worked so well the last time." Snape snarled.

"Shut it, Sniveleus." Sirius growled.