Gray, shapeless clouds drifted slowly over the moon, the only source of light anywhere in the middle of the forest. From the small, slowly fading moonlight you could see part of the stone villa in the only clearing for miles around. The villa had a classical, Victorian beauty to it. With its small little watch tower just over the roof that was covered with lavish green ivy and small little grape vines. It's door was wood with a sort of rusty looking metal frame, it's windows were stain-glass and a little bit out of the way of the villa was a tool shed. Everything was dusty inside the villa was dusty, utterly unclean and extremely old. The people whom the house belonged to obviously left a long time ago, it had been abandoned and forgotten. This is why Tom Riddle choose the place, because it was forgotten which meant that no one could find them and Tom rather liked the feel of the place, it somehow made him feel at home.
Lord Voldemort was in his library, trying to read a book but not really feeling in the mood. He had a lot on his mind but it, as of late, had been hurting him to think of it; just considering the person who the thoughts concerned. He set the book down on the small stand next to him and put him long, slim fingers through his brown hair, which, to the thanks of Severus, was able to turn to its original place. Doing this reminded him for a moment that he needed to thank the man for giving him the potion to restore his youthful appearance but he quickly put the thought it the back of his head for later on. He had better things to think about before hand. Like the boy.
The boy had been bothering him. Or more so what was happening to the boy bothered him. Riddle knew that Harry and himself had a connection, that's why he knew how to speak Parselmouth and from time to time Voldemort lost control of himself and let the connection be known to Harry. But he was pretty good about keeping that in check, and so was Harry and that is why the connection startled him so.
It had happened about a week ago. Tom was reading a book in his office, mindlessly stroking Nagini when he suddenly felt a sharp jolt of pain in his head. He clutched his head and growled in agony. Nagini looked at her master with shocked eyes.
'What happened massssterrr?'
Tom clutched his head harder is pain and somehow managed to hiss back 'I d-don't k-know!' and once and again growled in agony. Then he was seeing something.
He was in a kitchen, more than obviously not his own, even with his sight being very blurry. But Tom didn't care. All he cared about was the high-pitched, blood-curling scream coming from somewhere very nearby. He looked around, trying to find the producer of the scream, to try to stop it. It took him a minute for his eyes to adjust to the fuzzy smoke that was coming from the room but when he did it was enough to make the Dark Lord shudder with disgust.
It was Harry and another person. He didn't care who the other person was but what the person was doing. The fat man was forcing Harry's arm on the firey stove and laughing. Shouting out 'Freak' while Harry screamed that high-pitched scream. Riddle could smell the burning flesh, it made his whole body cringe. Tom tried to move forward, to stop the man from hurting Harry anymore but his feet stayed there. He tried and tried again. But he stayed put and the screaming and torture continued. Then Harry suddenly looked at Tom with tearful eyes while trying to hold back a scream. And with another blood-curling scream, the Dark Lord returned to his Library.