To be a Dark Lord or not?

Summery: when Voldemort tried to kill baby Harry, he managed to killed Harry's soul but not his body. When the spell rebounded off of Harry, Voldemort's soul got trapped in the nearest empty body aka Harry. This is Voldemort's story and his choice; does he go back to being the dark lord or just an ordinary boy with friends?

'thoughts'

"Parseltounge"

"Speaking"

"Translation of baby talk"

Story start:

Voldemort opened his eyes and frowned as he stared up at the cobwebbed stairs over his head, 'Where in the world am I?' he thought as he blinked at the spider that was spinning a web in the corner of the room. 'The last thing I remember was killing the brat.' He sneered, 'as if a messily boy could kill me.' As he was thinking his eyes adapted to the darkness and he looked around for the first time. It seemed to be a cupboard under a pair of stairs that he was in.

A look of disgust appeared on Voldemort's face as he struggled to his feet. However as soon as he took his first step towards the door he fell flat on his face. 'What the Hell?' struggling to his feet again he noticed that his hands where a lot smaller than usual and they were plump and not long and thin. Then he remembered that at his regular height he could not fit in a cupboard. 'Okay what happened to me?' walking over to the door, tripping a couple of times but getting to the door finally, he opened the door and looked out.

"Woocy?" "Lucy" Voldemort called out 'Okay I was trying to say Lucius but I said something else. I must have been de-aged somehow.' Finding a bathroom he found a stool, climbed up on the stool, then climbed up the sink and looked into the mirror. Staring back into his eyes, large green eyes blinked at him. 'Someone better start giving me answers and soon. Where did my red eyes go?'

"Boy, what are you doing?" a large heavy man shouted as he walked into the bathroom. His face turning purple, he leaned over Voldemort bearing down on him spitting on him as he talked. "You are to stay in your cupboard, Boy. Do not make a sound that will wake Dudley up from his nap. Do you understand me?"

Voldemort stared up at the man, his eyes cold as he raised an eyebrow. "Who are wou?" "Who are you?" 'I don't remember marking this man. Who is he?'

The man snorted, "Talking already? You're a freak, boy. Just like your parents." Drawing up to his highest height he glared down at Voldemort, "I'm Vernon Dursley, your uncle, boy."

Time skip 6 years later

A couple years previous Voldemort found out that his new body was the body of the Potter boy. This pissed him off and he screamed in rage when he found out that the family he was living with were muggles. This had the rough consequence of losing the privilege of eating for two days because he woke Dudley. Today he had the task of weeding the garden. 'When I get my powers back they are the first that I am going to kill.' Voldemort thought bitterly as he pulled yet another weed from the garden. His eyes burnt scarlet as he thought about different ways he could maim the Dursleys before killing them.

"Tom is that you?" a voice hissed out of the bushes near the end of the garden.

Voldemort spun on the spot quickly scanning the yard for the source of the voice. "Nagini are you there?" he said as he eyed a bush that had just quivered.

A long green snake poked her head out of the bush that she was in. "Tom it is you!" she hissed excitedly as she slithered over to Voldemort. Nearing the boy she raised her upper body and flicked her tongue out near his face. "You smell different Tom." She said as she lovingly nuzzled his face with hers.

Voldemort smiled softly as he looked at his only friend, "Yes Pet, this is a different body than I had. That is why I smell differently." He explained as he lazily pet Nagini.

"Tom what are you doing here? Nagini asked as she curled around Voldemorts shoulder.

"I'm stuck here until I can do magic again. My new body is only 7 years old so I my magical core is still maturing." Voldemort hissed quietly as he returned to pulling the weeds in the garden.

Nagini tilted her head at Voldemort, "What about parselmagic? It draws magic from the earth and animals so you wouldn't have to worry about over using your body."

Voldemort stood up suddenly and slapped his forehead in exasperation, "Now why didn't I think of that?" he muttered to himself. Smirking he turned to the back door of number 4 privet drive and started towards the house. 'Time to make daydreams into reality'

A/N: Thank you for being so patent and understanding! I hope you enjoy this new fanfic of mine! Wish me luck! And Please REVIEW! I take suggestions as well!