He stopped thinking to himself when an unknown emotion trickled into his mind. Tom started to grow paler, his hand started to shake, and a cold sweat manifested on his neck. Even though he was experiencing the emotion; it felt strangely detached. He listed off all of the symptoms and it is... fear? his mind supplied helpfully. He has never experienced it at this intensity before, unless he didn’t remember it from when he was in the orphanage. He frowned to himself in thought, Why am I scared? His own dread filled his body as he got paler, "Harry," he whispered, almost reverently. He focussed on the connection and pushed his consciousness through it, effectively transporting to his soulmate’s mindscape. The room was not a never ending abyss; to be fair it was huge, but it only accommodates the memories of a small toddler. He saw a small door with a light gold hue surrounding it, and he walked through. When he saw a man in front of him he hissed in anger; no one will harm his Harry. He let go of his ironclad control of his magic and let it saturate the blurry room. It was obvious he needed glasses. Tom sneered once again at the elder Potters. He would make them suffer.