Authors Note: i do not, nor will i ever, own harry potter. this story starts off in chamber of secrets and continues onwards. Comments welcome.

Chapter 8:

"Hello, Harry." Came a familiar voice that made my blood run cold.

"Dumbledore." I whispered in fear.

"Very good," the old man chuckled. "Do you know where you are?"

"No." All I saw was black.

"You, or should I say we, are in your mind."

"What do you want?" I yelled.

"Oh, that is very simple, my boy." He said. A cold hand clamped over my mouth.

Unimaginable pain erupted in my head, spreading out from my scar until my entire body was screaming in agony.

I screamed against the hand, tasting blood.

"Harry!" Toms voice called. "Get away from him, you old bastard!"

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore let go of me. The pain disappeared and I felt my self fall to my knees. "I was wondering when you would come."

"Well I'm here now." Tom sneered. I felt arms wrap around me, holding me close to a muscular chest. I felt safe for the first time in years. "Leave."

"Very well," Dumbledore agreed. "But I will be back."

"And when you return you will die for what you've done."

""We shall see."

My eyes snapped open and I struggled to free myself from the arms hlding me.

"Shhh...Harry." Tom soothed. "It's only me, calm down."

I looked into the scarlet-red eyes of the Dark Lord and found myself snuggling into his chest.

""It's okay," He cooed as I sobbed. "I'm here. He will never be able to touch you again."

"T-tom?" I glanced up.

"Hm?" He rubbed my back.

"Don't leave?" I practically begged.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He kissed the top of my head. "Now go to sleep."

I stiffened up.

"I'll be right here" He held me tightly.

I nodded and closed my eyes. I fell asleep listening to his breathing.