A/N: I've decided to edit and re-upload this story - I hope you don't mind!

Summary: Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop are taken to the Horcrux Cave. Will they ever be the same; will they forever live in fear of the boy they knew as Tom, the man the wizarding world knew as Lord Voldemort?

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not the genius behind the Potter.

Authors Note: Although Tom is young when he first goes to the cave, this is a little AU - he's older - sixteen/seventeen?

Prologue

"Amy, we need to know what happened," Mrs Cole said gently, looking over her spectacles at the young girl. "How did you get to the cave? Who took you there? And why on earth didn't you turn back?" Amy Benson's lower lip trembled, her eyes cast downwards, but they remained firmly sealed.

"Stop nagging her, she isn't going to speak," Dennis Bishop growled, putting a protective arm around the fifteen year old. "And neither am I!" he cut in before Mrs Cole could turn to him and begin another interrogation.

"Bishop, do you not understand the seriousness of the situation?" Mrs Cole's temper was running short; there had been so many incidents recently. A child would get injured, a pet would go missing and then this. "Do you not remember what happened to little Billy Stubbs' rabbit? Or Samuel Higginson? I do not have time for this, and will not hesitate to call in Mr Wool!" Dennis glared back defiantly.

Mrs Cole leant back, and sighed. She knew she wasn't going to get anything out of the two of them tonight, so she would leave it - for now. "Get out, both of you. I'll speak to you again tomorrow." Mrs Cole wasn't stupid. It wasn't as if she didn't have her own suspicions. There was only one way that the poor girl have gotten such terrible injuries, and only one person who would have dared afflict them. Oh no, this was no accident. The poor girl had bruises around her ankles and wrists, along her arms and chest; she had numerous lacerations on her face, hands, back and legs. A long cut that was sure to scar, lined her cheek bone. He had hurt her.

The two got up and left the room.

"Benson, Bishop, a word please." Amy and Dennis looked up at the sound of their names, to see Tom Riddle glaring across the yard.

"What do you want, Riddle?" Dennis demanded, stepping in front of Amy carefully. He was trying to sound strong but his voice shook under Riddle's scrutiny.

"You dare to talk to me like that?" Tom hissed. His voice was low and a flash of red shot through his eyes - this kid was dangerous! The two teenagers could feel the anger emanating from him, and they shrunk away slightly. There had always been something strange about him, something not quite right, and each time he came home from that freak school he went to, he seemed crazier and crazier. "Come here!" His hand shot out, and before anyone had the time to react, his hand closed around Amy's upper arm, pulling her into an empty room, away from Mrs Cole's office; Dennis had no choice but to follow. "You have no idea just how powerful I am! I am Lord Voldemort, and you will do well to remember that!"

It was all Dennis could do not to snort at this proclamation. Lord Voldemort? Who was this kid kidding? He glanced up to see Riddle staring at him.

"You think that's funny do you? You stupid boy…" Dennis cowered slightly, expecting Tom to strike him, but when no pain came with the cracking noise, he opened his eyes to see the cut on Amy's cheek, reopening. Despite herself, she could feel the wetness of tears on her cheeks. "Now, now, Benson," he crooned softly in Amy's ear, caressing her face with his fingers. "There's no need to cry now. Just as long as your little boyfriend behaves himself and keeps his mouth shut, you will be safe."

He traced the cut on her cheek with the tip of his wand. It was tender and she winced at his touch. At the sight of the wand, Amy began to panic. As if possessed, she struck out at him, catching his lip; "Get that thing away from me, you freak! You're a psycho!" She cried out in pain as he retaliated, grabbing her hair and twisting her arm behind her back. He brought his face dangerously close to Amy's, so close that she could feel his breath on her.

"Don't you fucking dare. Don't you hit me ever again, you stupid muggle." His arm snaked down to her waist, his ghostly white fingers digging into her side. "Oh, I could do so much worse to you. That business down at the beach, that was just a taste of what I am capable of." He was close, too close. Amy froze as his hands moved, catching on her bruises and other injuries, and he smiled.

"T-Tom, please…please let her go…" Dennis didn't dare approach them, but there was no need; Tom shoved the girl away from him and she stumbled and fell into the arms of Dennis, who called out, "Please Tom, just leave us alone. I swear, we won't say anything, I promise… Just - just leave Amy alone, alright?" But Riddle just smirked and walked away.

"Amy, its okay…we'll be okay, I promise. I won't ever let that psycho hurt you again, I promise." He held her, attempting to calm her down just as much as himself, but he knew that he was making impossible promises. "I love you Amy." He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips, wiping away the tears from her eyes.