My Mental Guardian

(Voldemorts POV)

Voldemort smirked as the boy fell asleep. On the way here, he got bored and figured out how to make the boy do minor things, as just shown before you. If he kept testing, he pry could figure out how to control him completely if the situation needed it.

He could not believe how easy it was to get the boy to let him stay without informing the old Goat! If everything went well the boy will be doing everything he told him to do without second thought, and he could figure out how to get his body back.

And while he was waiting, an evil smile plastered itself on the Dark Lords face. He could train his special servant.

His smile quickly turned into a glare as he heard the Dursley's talking outside his boy's room. As soon as he got his body back, they would be the first to die! Voldemort declared silently. He did not know if it was because of personal experience or what but he did not want them to hurt Harry.

He shrugged it off as nothing, and started planning what he was going to do with his little Serpent.

(Harry's POV)

"Freak get up!" Aunt Petunia hissed, pounding on his door. "You need to cook breakfast!"

Harry groaned as he woke up. The painful reality of what happened the day before setting in.

Groggily he headed downstairs, just to be slammed into the wall by Dudley! In the back of hiss mind he could barley make out Voldemort hissing in anger. Harry cringed; silently glad that he could not hurt them.

"Come on boy hurry up!" Petunia shouted.

Harry only nodded and began cooking breakfast.

"You do realize they should be serving us." Voldemort told him harshly.

Harry just ignored him, which clearly Voldemort did not like. His scar seared with pain! Harry had to stop himself from bringing his hand to it, and attracting his family's attention.

"Stop please!" Harry pleaded with the Dark Lord. Harry could sense him smirking as the pain went away. With a sigh, Harry continued to cook.

"This is going to have to change." Voldemort stated coldly, as Harry finished cooking

Harry frowned. "How do plan on making that happen?"

Voldemort smirked "You'll see my little Serpent." He told Harry softly.

Harry was about to protest when his Uncle interrupted. "Hurry up Freak, stop being so slow!"

Harry ran over and quickly gave them there food.

A chill ran threw Harry's body. "Yes thing are definitely going to change." Voldemort hissed dangerously.

Harry sighed, knowing that he was not going to change the Dark Lords mind.

"Get!" Vernon commanded after a little bit. "You came back down when we are done."

Not needing any more encouragement Harry ran up to his room, shutting the door behind him.

He sat down on his bed, rubbing his temples. There was no way he could continue living with Voldemort in his head! He just could not!

"Why do you protect them?" Voldemort asked, interrupting his thoughts.

For a second he wondered if Voldemort was interrupting his thoughts on purpose, but quickly got rid of the idea.

"We're family." Harry answered simply.

Voldemort snorted at this.

Harry glared in response. "What?"

"I don't have much experience with families but aren't they supposed to be…protecting you?" He asked with that same persuasive voice as yesterday.

Harry frowned, feeling suddenly very little. "Err…I…they." Harry trailed of not knowing what to say.

"Hmm?" Voldemort encouraged.

"It's just the way they are! I can't change there personality's!" Harry hissed defensively.

Voldemort just chuckled. "Really Harry? Does that give them the right to make you suffer?"

Harry didn't answer.

Voldemort sighed. "My little Serpent, whether you believe it or not I don't want to see you get hurt. I honestly don't…so I am going to do my best to put a stop to this…do you understand?" He asked in a fatherly tone.

After a minute, Harry reluctantly nodded.

"Good now…"

"Boy get down here and do the dishes!" Vernon shouted.

Without thinking, Harry ran down stairs as fast as he could.

(Voldemorts POV)

Voldemort snarled in rage at being interrupted. But it didn't matter young Harry was starting to trust him more and more.

Voldemort glared daggers at the fat uncle as he pushed Harry around, telling him to do stuff. He bristled. He was not! Going to let this filthy muggle, treat something of his this way!

His red eyes glittered with rage, as the same tub of lard started to beat Harry, his little Serpent!

After that Voldemort spent most of the rest of the afternoon imagining how good it would feel to put the Crusiatus curse on them…to see them squirming on the ground in pain like the little maggots they were! To hear them scream bloody murder!

Oh yes Voldemort will have his revenge, nobody touches what is his.

…Is it sad that I am really enjoying writing Voldemorts disturbed point of view…oh well.

Thanks for reading…and please review tell me what you think, and please tell me if the characters are a little bit OOC I would really appreciate that.