A bone-white serpent like man walked in the house, mostly obstructed by the wooden beams and arch. He scanned the area for threats with his wand before relaxing minutely. Striding silently, he briskly walked towards the back room, which was a secondary living room. The Potter’s use it for a sort of "hang out" room or something similar. It was only used by their good friends. Harry curled his body in on itself and he used his magic to create a barrier surrounding him the same way. The air looked like there was distortions that came from an invisible liquid. When Voldemort got to the doorway, the Dark Lord stopped and involuntarily shuddered. Harry tilted his head curiously and looked warily at the new threat; searching their body language for hints of any bad intentions. Voldemort gaped at him and fondly smirked at the magical prowess of his soulmate, though it stopped when he realized Harry was taking on a body posture reminiscent of children who get abused. "Oh Merlin," he thought, livid at the Potters’ for causing psychological damage to his soulmate. He removed his glamour, leaving a twenty-something year old man, with dark hair that has a persistent curl in between his eyes, pale skin, and pale eyes with a red rim around it. He tentatively walked towards him, trying to be as friendly and not threatening at all to the wary child. When he got to the crib he knelt down and looked him in the eye. A spark lit between them and enveloped them in a cool silver glow, with AK green accents. It felt like a warm hug as their magic bonded together.