A/N: Nothing much to say here, so... enjoy!

Disclaimer: These locations a characters are owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling, who is not me. I wish. I mean, if I did own them, it wouldn't be a fanfiction, would it?

Young Tom Riddle sat on his bed glaring at nothing in particular. Anyone walking into the room would guess that he had finally been caught doing something wrong and was in time out. That wasn't it though.

As he was ten, some one might also guess that there was something to do with a little girl chasing him around, or maybe a little girl he chased around. That wasn't it, either.

In fact, most of the kids were scared of Tom, so the only chasing he'd be doing wouldn't have anything to do with whoever he may fancy.

Perhaps you may guess that he was angry because he had no friends.

Ha!Tom? Want friends? Good one.

No, he was mad because of me.

I don't like him much either.

We're stuck with each other, though.

Why don't I go back to the beginning, shall I?

17 hours earlier

I was just sitting on a tree branch on a fine autumn evening, minding my own business, when my boss teleported next to me.

That slimy git- I mean, wonderful boss of mine.

I suppose to a human like you we'd just be a sight to see.

Whenpeople like us are in physical form, we're about three inches tall. If anyone would notice us, we would be gone before they could get a better look. I had long dirty blond hair with streaks of every color of the rainbow. My eyes were silver, and was wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt bearing the words "Procrastinators Unite Tomorrow..." in red. Oh, I also have wings in my physical body. Those are important. He had whort black hair and equally silver eyes. For some reason we couldn't change our eye color like we can anything else about our physical appearance. He was wearing the classic, a toga, with wings spread out the back so he looked mystical. Boring.

"Kalliope, I ha-"

"My name is Kalli, Xeno, Kalli. Not Kalliope."

"Your name is Kalliope. My name is Xenophon, we've been through this a million times, I'm not going to use your little nicknames. I have a job for you."

I did the usual bit of grumbling and he did his usual glaring.

"Why did I have to be a conscience? Why couldn't I just be a... spirit of the forest or something? They don't do much these days. But noooo... I had to beborn a'conscience.'" Well, technically we aren't born, we just start existing whenever there's another human that need a conscience, if all the others are taken. Then we just go into a new job when it's needed.

"Forest spirits are nearly extinct today, and it's your job to keep humans from being more destructive, so here's your assignment. A little boy." He tossed me a file of papers and I took them. It was rather thick.

"How old is this boy?"

"Ten."

"Ten years?" Needless to say I was shocked, this file was thick for a boy of ten years.

"Yes, he's done a lot. All the other consciences gave up on him. I'm not letting you out of this job."

"Oh, and what are you gonna do if I refuse?"

"You'll be fired."

"'Fired' is a human term, if you take my job away I won't have a purpose, and I'll lose my life." This was true. Consciences existed to keep humans from doing stupid things, and it was becoming very difficult. If a conscience is fired, then there is no point to them and theydissolve into nothingness, basically. Consciences could only grasp onto existance maybe three months without a job. I had only been out of a job for a few days, and I was intending on having a little vacation before going on to my next assignment.

"Exactly."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

I glared at Xeno for awhile, waiting for him to crack a smile and tell me he's joking. He simply looked back at me.

"Fine. I'll do it. But I won't like it."

"Good, you're due there tomorrow, everything you need is in the case file. If you need to contact me, you know how." With a little pop he disappeared.

I sighed and opened the case file. It took five hours, but I memorized it. As soon as it was memorized I teleported to the boy's room. Looking around, I saw that the lights were off and the window shade down. The boy, Tom, was still asleep, so I decided not to wake him. According to the case file he was a half blood wizard that grew up away from wizarding influence. It appeared he had learned how to control his powers, to an extent. Wandless magic is so unpredictable, it's quite dangerous.

So I waited for him to wake up.

When he finally did wake up, he dressed in a grey uniform and trudged down the stairs sleepily, presumably to go to breakfast.

I decided to let him eat before I revealed myself. So I waited very patiently, doing nothing of particular interest. You know, hang out, snoop around his stuff, read his diary... Infact, he opened the door to find a little tiny woman with wings sitting on his bed reading his diary.

"Bloody hell! Get away from that it's perso- what are you?"

I couldn't help but giggle. Not that I tried to help it.

"My name is Kalli, I'll be your conscience."

"My what?"

"You know those little voices in your head that told you when not to do something bad? The ones that you usually ignore?"

"Yeah."

"That's people like me. Come sit."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Yeah I can, I just did."

"Well, I won't do it."

"Well than I won't tell you about consciences." I stood up, leaving the diary on the bed, and flew over to his wardrobe to sit on top of it.

"Wait!" Ha. Works every time.

"Will you sit?"

He glared at me for a moment, then sat down on his bed, closing his diary and setting it on the bedside table. I flew back down and sat on his shoulder.

"Why are you on my shoulder?"

"It's the customary place for consciences to sit, now. I will be here to tell you what is right and wrong. You've had other consciences that probably haven't shown themselves, hm?"

"No," he said uncertainly, not wanting to sound stupid.

"I am a magical being that's purpose in life is to keep humans from doing 'bad' things. Right, well I've been assigned to you, so you are the only person who can see or hear me. I said 'person', mind. Oh, and most of the time I'll just be inside your head, and you'll hear me as thoughts. Well, I think that's it. Any questions?"

Tom glared at me untrustingly.

"How do I know you aren't a joke."

"I can do this." He looked at me, despite himself. I disappeared with a little 'pop', and I imagine Tom felt a very odd sensation.

See? I thought at him.

"AGH! Get out of me head!"

Being in your head is my job, idiot. You don't have to shout, I can hear your thoughts. I know what you're thinking.

You can? he thought immediately. He caught on quicker than most.

Yes, I can. Or else you'd look like an idiot talking to me all the time, wouldn't you?

Wow, how do you do that.

Magic. What else?

Magic?

Yes.

Wow.

Yes, it is rather amazing to most humans such as yourself. Now, shouldn't you be playing with the other children?

I felt his mood darken.

I have no need for other children.

Don't you like to play, though?

No. I enjoy playing by myself.

Well, you're an odd one.

Your not that normal yourself.

Thank you!

Tomthought subconsciously about a rabbit he had hung from the rafters a few days ago, apparently because it's owner had dared make fun of Tom for his love of the snakes that lived in the yard behind the orphanage.

You really shouldn't hurt innocent creatures, it's not nice.

What are you going on about?

It's really very rude.

That's none of your bussiness.

Actually, it's my job to tell you to be nice.

This is going to be really bothersome, having you in my head,isn't it?

Yep!

So I guess we're back where we started. Poor little Tom Riddle staring off into space, rather annoyed if I do say so myself. I can't imagine why.

A/N: Thanks for reading this, please review!