What if [Harmione]

Wake Me Up

Dumbledore sensed something was wrong. And it had to do with Mister Potter. So like anyone seeking knowledge, he turned to his own personal library and began his research. It was long an grueling to be sure. But he could not shake the feeling that something about Harry was off. It was almost as if his personality had shifted this past month and a half. And he needed to find out why, fast.

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Ginny Weasley had been removed from Hogwarts for questioning with an expulsion hearing and criminal charges as well and the rest of the Gryffindors couldn't be happier. They all welcomed Harry back after he'd gotten released from the hospital wing. They had noticed a distinct change in him, but they dismissed it as he reaction to almost being dead. According to Professor Slughorn, the neutralizer actually weakened it enough to temporarily stop bodily functions before his system overwhelmed the effects and revived him. Everyone but Hermione bought this story. She knew more than enough about poisons to know that not even a Neutralizer could weaken a strong poison like that, but she did know how he really survived. But Hermione did notice him acting...colder. He seemed to smirk...no...sneer was the word to describe it. His voice had taken on a slightly greasy tone when he spoke to the teachers, almost trying to talk his way into their good graces or to avoid trouble. And every time she tried to be near him or talk to him, he'd tell her it wasn't a good time and that he'd let her know when he wanted to talk. His eyes had flashed with...anger was the only thing she could say it was when she'd tried last time. His voice was colder and harsher. This was going too far. This wasn't the Harry she knew and she was going to find out just who this person was. She only prayed it wasn't who she thought it was.

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Harry opened his eyes in shock and was thrown backwards into the couch. It took a moment for his dazed state to pass before he rose back to his feet. His parents were still here, looking at him in shock as well while Jack was frowning as he aged to thirteen.

"What just happened?" He asked.

Jack managed to answer before James or Lilly.

"Riddle. I don't know how, but somehow he held on long enough in you body to wait for your soul to leave, even if it was temporary, to take control. Now...he has a body."

"No the bloody hell he doesn't." Harry challenged.

Jack nodded his head.

"Yes, Dad, he does. He has complete control over your body. And no one knows the difference right now."

Harry dropped to the ground, defeat etched on his face.

"Then he's won. He finally got rid of me."

"No. He hasn't."

Harry looked up to see his father kneeling in front of him.

"But...how can I beat him when he has my body?"

James smiled.

"Surely you've heard of possessions?"

Harry nodded in confusion.

"But aren't those temporary control?"

"Yes, because a foreign soul is trying to force you out of your own body. But with you, your body will recognize you as the true soul of it and will help you push Riddle out of it. But even if you do push him out of your body, you won't destroy him." James explained.

"How do I destroy him?"

"There is two options. One is a dark curse that destroys ghosts. I don't know if it will work against Riddle, but the chances are high. The other option is fail safe. Since Voldemort is a being of such anger and darkness, a spell with enough happiness and light poured into it will destroy him."