A simple glance was all it took to recognize who was eating at a McDonald's.

"It seems most were wrong in the assumption you were dead." Harry said as he sat down in the booth in front of him.

"Hmm Potter." Voldemort doesn't even try to deny it as he continues eating his Big Mac.

"I knew you created another even though there is no need as I am one as well." Harry commented, making Voldemort look at him in surprise.

"What but I killed you. Wouldn't that cause you to lose my Horcrux even if you got back up like nothing happened clearly?" Voldemort questioned.

"Not if you're Master of Death." Voldemort gaped at him unseemly. "He didn't even have the decency to appear as himself, instead he appeared as Dumbledore, who is not dead by the way, so I punched him in the face and told him I was not fooled for a second. He said that I could go back or pass on, I would've passed on had I not seen your poor Horcruxes so I snatched them all up and returned only to see you get hit in the face by your own curse."

"Why would you do that for me, we were enemies? Though I must thank you, the curse caused those pieces to come back to me since you had them."

"We were only enemies because Dumbledore was controlling me. Were he not I would've joined you at my first chance. Due your Horcrux I knew everything about you, including your addiction." He looked pointedly at the Big Mac in Voldemort's hands. "I know the Wizarding World is in danger from the Muggles, anyone who's lived with them could tell that. But most are foolish either thinking they're harmless or never thinking they would do such a thing despite how many wars they rage against themselves." He went to get his nuggets as the clerk called his number and sat back down to continue. "Total isolation would be best though we need to keep up with Muggle technology lest they grow too fast and we are caught unawares of something that could expose us all. Why did you quit anyway?"

"*sigh* Part of it was because I was insane for majority of my reign of terror, the other part is that purebloods are stubborn and idiotic little shits that won't actually listen to me despite supposedly being their master. They were just piggybacking on my power to further their own agendas. I am not an idiot to think muggleborns should be massacred cause they are supposedly inferior when in reality they outnumber us in both number and magical strength cause the purebloods are too busy trying to stay supposedly pure and ignoring the fact their inbreeding is causing them to get weaker each generation. Besides I am aware that they are in fact related to purebloods cause magic doesn't come spontaneously from nowhere." Voldemort ranted before angrily biting into his Big Mac and instantly calming down at the taste.

"Perhaps a different approach would help before Dumbledore inevitably destroys all with his encouragement to try to assimilate with the Muggle despite knowing full well they used to burn us at the stake." Voldemort looked startled as if suddenly remembering that Harry said that Dumbledore was still alive.

"How is he still alive? Snape killed him didn't he?" Voldemort looked alarmed.

"Two words Horcrux and Philosopher's Stone." Voldemort looked utterly defeated. "The only reason I know was because he now lives at my house, much to my discontent, and I used potions to get the truth out of him because he looked way too much like a younger Albus despite calling himself his own son. No child can be a literal clone of one of their parents I may look like my father but my father did not have green eyes." Harry scowled into his nugget angrily chewing through.

"Well now I know why Secrets of The Darkest Arts was at Hogwarts...." Voldemort muttered, consuming the last of his Big Mac. "I wouldn't be surprised if the real reason I even made a Horcrux at first was because he was compelling me to. I have a feeling he wanted me to break my own mind and weaken myself in doing so even though it saved me more times than he expected as he clearly had trouble defeating me. I have a feeling now that I'm almost completely whole. Thanks to you I am much stronger than he realizes."

"We're both stronger than him after all didn't the prophecy say we were equals." Voldemort had a thoughtful look.

"I still don't actually know the full prophecy." Voldemort admitted sheepishly.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." Harry recited and Voldemort's eyes narrowed.

"It contradicts itself." Voldemort noted.

"Indeed 'neither can live while the other survives' can either imply that we both can't live while both of us are alive which doesn't really make since we were alive at the same time for quite awhile, or that we both can't live while the other merely survives. Besides it says that I merely have the power to vanquish you not that I had too." Harry stated.

"What would be 'the power knows the Dark Lord knows not' though?" Voldemort asked.

"Dumbledore believes it was love, however I don't think it really counts if you were the one I was in love with..." Harry admitted sheepishly blushing at the astounded look on Voldemort's face.

"You were in love with me? This entire time?" Voldemort questioned in shock.

"The memories your Horcrux gave me throughout my life let me get to know you, however I didn't develop my crush until I saw your diary self. You were so handsome I couldn't help myself. And when you were reborn... Your scales sssso beautiful." Harry slipped into parseltongue staring at Voldemort with desire.

"But we were enemies. I killed your parents!" Voldemort exclaimed, absolutely confused.

"We were only enemies because Dumbledore was controlling me. Otherwise we are way too similar to be anything other than allies. Which reminds me, do you mind helping me take my revenge on my horrible relatives?" A dark look crossed Harry's face. Voldemort raised a brow in interest and Harry looked into his eyes purposefully. Voldemort realizing he wanted to show him something gently entered his mind.

"... I'll kill them." Voldemort stated looking absolutely furious that those muggles dared harm his Horcrux. Harry smiled at him, unable to help himself as he touched his cheek. Voldemort snapped out of his murderous haze at the touch and blushed.

"You really like me?" Voldemort asked with slight disbelief.

"No one knows the real me but I know you would be the only one that would accept the real me." Harry stated taking one of Voldemort's hands to hold. He tugged on it gently as he got up from the booth.

"Come on let's go torture some muggles." He said with a delighted grin pulling Voldemort with him out of the McDonald's.

"Right now?"

"Of course this is as good of a time as any after all I have this." Harry pulled out a time turner that was around his neck. Voldemort smirked pulling himself closer to Harry.

"Well then let's go my horcrux." He hissed caressing the scar where he left a piece of his soul, he could feel the magic left behind despite the soul being long since returned to him. Harry grinned at him happily and turned the time back 24 hours.

AN: I really need to stop having dreams giving me good ideas but I can't help it.