Inner Darkness

Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K Rowling's works, plots or characters etcetera. Everything belongs to her and her affiliates.

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This story was inspired by several dark harry fics; where the horcrux inside Harry's head woke up and either took him over, became his ally or Harry gained his knowledge. This is my very first fic, so please be gentle with reviews, criticize if you believe it to be necessary, and any helpful pointers are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

It was an average summer day in Little Whinging, the sun was shining, there were few clouds in the skies, and everyone seemed happy. Everyone but a young dark haired individual. His name was Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, and wizard himself (Although he didn't know it). Harry was a quiet child. He didn't speak much, and didn't engage with other children his age. At school, teachers questioned the soon to be eleven year old, but Harry kept silent. After all, his Uncle Vernon had been strict in his beatings, and with Dudley Dursley scaring all the other children away, Harry was constantly, alone.

Yes, He was always alone, mused Harry inside his cupboard under the stairs. It was rather dusty, and contained more than one spider or cobweb, but it could have been worse. Or not, he thought as his Aunt Petunia started to bang on the cupboard door.

"Get up you lazy boy! I want my precious dudder's birthday to be perfect, and you better not ruin any of the bacon, or else!" She shouted.

Harry groaned inwardly, he'd forgotten it was Dudley's birthday, and he knew that Dudley was going to do everything in his power to get Harry in trouble. He always did. Harry sighed as he got up from his small bed, and slowly opened the cupboard door so that he could start on the bacon; it was halfway open… before Dudley ran past and slammed it on Harry's face. There was a sickening crack, as it collided with Harry's face, and his glasses frankly, snapped. Harry's last thought as he drifted into unconsciousness, was that he'd get revenge on the Dursley family, and with that last thought, he drifted away.

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It was an hour later, and Petunia was finally getting worried. As soon as Dudley complained about the brat not getting up from the cupboard, she went to get him, completely ready to drag him by the ear if she had to, and then she'd hand him to Vernon. Yes, a good beating would show the brat who was boss, she thought as she waddled along the hallway. But when she saw the blood, the broken glasses, and a black glow surrounding Harry, she screamed, and screamed again, as she knelt down to shake the boy awake, she called out for Dudley, and immediately asked what he had done. Dudley of course, made up a lie that the brat must have ran into the wall, as he was too busy having breakfast to do something like that. A logical and fair person would have seen that it was an orchestrated lie, but Petunia would always believe that "Dudder's" could do no wrong and quickly accepted the explanation. But what could she do? If she called the ambulance, surely they would see the cupboard, and that would raise questions that she would rather leave unanswered. She quickly made up her mind, and shoved the boy back into the cupboard, and ordered Dudley to get a mop to get rid of the blood. The brat would wake up soon. Surely, she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, in Harry's subconscious mind he was slowly awakening from his slumber. He squinted as his eyes took in the scenery around him. It was dark and dreary and the flooring was… damp? But as he took in the ominous figure in the shadows, he gulped. The man, or at least he looked like a man seemed to have once been a strong and imposing figure but right now, he was eyeing the young child with unveiled curiosity. Harry gulped again as the man took a step forward.

"Hello Harry Potter." He spoke evenly, watching Harry with interest.

"How do you know my name? Who are you? What is this place?" Harry rapidly fired the questions teeming at his mind and was brought back to the present when he heard the man chuckle.

"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. But, you will know me later as the Dark Lord." The man paused when he said is own name, something of which Harry picked up on. Did he not like his name?

"And I, am a spectre inside your mind. Yes that's right. In your mind" He repeated again as he took in Harry's fearfulness of having someone else inside his own mind.

"But Tom, how did you get here? Or more importantly, how did I get here?" Harry questioned and felt a small amount of guilt after seeing the man sigh and shake his head. He looked… tired almost. Harry thought, as he resumed studying the man, he had high cheekbones, and one would say handsome facial features. His dark brown hair was combed neatly, and his face showed one that wasn't to be messed around with. Harry finished his surreptitious glancing after the man spoke up again.

"Well you see Harry, I am but your… Guardian…" Riddle looked away for a second, as he felt some pity for the young child. After all, they were practically the same. Both raised in a hostile environment, both wizards, although Harry didn't know it yet, and they even looked similar! But as soon as the feeling appeared, Tom quickly smothered it. It wouldn't be fitting for Voldemort to be sympathetic to young children at all would it?

Harry's eyes shined with interest as he took in Tom's words, and fired multiple questions, before a he felt his head explode in pain, and began to blackout. The next day, he awoke and Harry Potter asked himself, was it real? And in the darkness of his mind, a man's chuckle could be heard….

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