Disclaimer: Sadly Harry Potter is not yet mine...but I am working on it; but we all know it'll probably never happen...so for now I'm just playing with someone else's toy's and will put them back when I'm done.

A.N. I know, I shouldn't be starting another story but...I really couldn't resist and I really did try, I've been trying not to do this since like May

Warnings: This story is unbetaed, couple of oc's later on, and Tom Riddle developing emotions. & Female Harry

Rated T: for Tom Riddle's presence in this story...okay it's because I'm paranoid but whatever.

Updates: Hopefully on Saturdays, otherwise whenever I get the motivation to write for it, we'll have to see.

For your reference unless otherwise stated:

"Speech"

Thought

"Parseltongue"

"In head conversations"

Prologue

While all of wizarding Britain celebrated the end of Voldemort elsewhere the main soul piece of one Tom Marvolo Riddle; sat in a holding cell as he awaited his sentencing…he didn't know why he had to wait…he had no doubt that he'd be going to hell…after all he mutilated his soul beyond repair…created horcruxes…the darkest of the dark arts.

He knew it would be awhile, they had only just taken Gellert Grindelwald to his sentencing and he had been there far longer than him…there was a long line of people going to hell and it was going in order of death. At that thought Tom Riddle began to grumble about Dumbledore…with such a dark past, and a life of manipulations later in life…and yet Dumbledore didn't have to go to hell.

Dumbledore had been given the job of escorting people to and from their holding cells; but Dumbledore hadn't been near his cell since Grindelwald had been taken away. He knew it would be awhile before anyone would come for him; and he was fine with that…it gave him plenty of time to count the tiles on his ceiling. The tick marks on his walls from various people that had occupied the cell before him…he wasn't new to boredom.

So it came as a slight surprise when Dumbledore opened the jail cell of one Tom Riddle with his usual grandfatherly smile on his face. The former dark lord only rolled his eyes as he was greeted by the elder wizard. Dumbledore chuckled and stepped aside for Tom Riddle to step out of his cell; rolling his eyes yet again Tom did just that.

"What's the meaning of this Dumbledore; you and I both know that given how recently Grindelwald left his cell; I still have a relatively long time before it's my turn to get my sentence." Dumbledore just continued to smile; the ever familiar twinkle in his eyes…Tom groaned inwardly seeing that.

"Normally; you would be correct…however Thanatos would like to make a deal of sorts with you, and I highly recommend that you take it." That piqued Tom's interest not that he would have ever allowed for that to show on his face; so instead he continued on in silence.

"What kind of deal?"

"It is not my place to say." Tom rolled his eyes as he followed Dumbledore through the labyrinth of jail cells and hall ways, up a flight of stairs down three more hall ways and to a door that was just a little too bright and cheery for the former dark lord's taste. In his time here Tom Riddle could say he had seen a fair amount of things…but a door with a nameplate that says Thanatos; takes the cake…not because of the nameplate but what's on the door itself. There was something about Hello Kitty, My Little Pony, and Scooby Doo that did not seem to make a good combination to him.

Dumbledore knocked once, opened the door and walked away, and Tom Riddle reluctantly walked inside, what he saw was quite the contrary to the door as it was dark and resembled something that one would think of a vampire's lair looking like. Sitting behind the desk made of what looked like bones was Thanatos…only he unlike the last time Tom Riddle had seen him he no longer looked like Harry Potter if he were blond and had red eyes. No this time Death looked how he would if he was blond with green eyes…Tom Riddle had long ago learned that how Death portrayed himself (at least in this instance) reflected two things: one being the gender of the person Death was working with and the other being Death's mood.

"Hello there Tommy boy; glad you could make it, I'm sure Albus had informed you of the basic reasoning behind this meeting. So now we move onto what this deal will entail…you see you've caused me quite the little problem." Death's tone was pleasant…almost too pleasant…Tom could play that game as well.

"Have I?" Tom asked this with a casual and innocent tone of voice, and look on his face; he was a Slytherin after all…if there was one thing a Slytherin was good at it was acting…or deception…whichever one preferred to call it.

"Quite…you see you created seven horcruxes: your diary, the diadem, the cup, the locket, Nagini, the resurrection stone; and Harry Potter. As each one was destroyed a piece of your soul was unleashed onto the world…and now I can't seem to locate and capture them all. I've prepared to make a deal with you. You capture and remerge with all seven pieces of your soul and I'm willing to give you something worth your while."

"Such as-" As Tom trailed off Death only rolled his eyes…as though he was getting annoyed by the situation; this only caused Tom to smirk inwardly.

"Well that'd spoil the fun; just know that if you succeed you won't go straight to hell unless you do something to deserve it…again. Or refuse my deal and we can send you to a level seven X prison cell in hell, you know the worst of them all. It's really your decision."

"Fine…but I really don't see how I'm going to pull this off, if my soul pieces are in the mortal plain and I no longer have a mortal body…how am I going to do this?" Death merely smirked in response and handed Tom Riddle his wand; then pulled out a wand of his own and began to say an incantation…and right before being met by oblivion Tom Riddle has to question just what he had done.

"So he accepted…and I really thought he'd put up more of a fight." It was Albus Dumbledore walking back into the room with a slight frown on his face, Death unconsciously shifted forms to look like a twelve year old Dumbledore…if his hair was red and his eyes black. Dumbledore didn't even blink far too used to the transformations of Death.

"Of course he said yes; they always do; sad thing is he thinks that reuniting his soul will be the hard part…no…the hard part will be his reward for successfully uniting his soul back into one." Death laughed inwardly…no uniting the eight pieces of Tom Riddle's soul would be the easy part…the hard part would be the redemption…the second task disguised as his reward…no his reward would be a long ways away.

"He's not going to be happy about it." It wasn't a question…it was a simple statement, and Dumbledore couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at Tom Riddle's unconscious form.

"Nope." And with that, Death snapped his fingers and the figure of Tom Marvolo Riddle disappeared from his office altogether.