My Mental Guardian

(Harry's POV)

Harry eyes clenched shut as one of the teachers walked in, he wasn't sure which one.

"Hmm odd I thought I heard something." The teacher, McGonagall from the sound of it mused to herself. She walked up and down the wing. After not seeing anything out of the usual walked out .

Harry released a big sigh, he glanced at the diary in his hands.

"Keep a hold of it for the night." Voldemort told him. "I need to make sure there is nothing dangerous in it."

Harry frowned, there was something in the Dark Lords voice that didn't sound quite right. He felt a wave of sleepiness come over him. Harry let out a big yawn. His brain started feeling misty and numb.

"Do you have to do that…" Harry asked drowsily, trying to keep himself awake. "It's really anno-" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

"Of course My Little Serpent." He hissed. "It makes everything so much easier."

(Voldemort POV)

Voldemort let out a small sneer. "You are lucky you are so useful boy." He whispered to his sleeping Horcrux. "I have almost complete control over you."

The boy let out a small groan in response. Too deep asleep to acknowledge what he said.

Voldemort smirked then glared at the Diary. "Now to deal with you."

(Tom POV)

In his dairy unaware what was going on outside, Tom was deep in thought planning his next move. He was going to have to go back to the Weasley girl soon, but he needed more information on the situation.

He had to make contact with Potter…But how was he going to do that when Voldemort was in his head watching. He could try to get to him while Voldemort was trying to dig out Potters Horcrux. But he would risk getting noticed.

Tom knew full well what the Dark lord was planning. Before he probably was going to trade places with him once he got his body back, so Tom could keep an eye on his precious servant;

Being in the boy's head would be an improvement by far sure, but he wanted a body, and he wasn't letting that shredded up version of him getting his hard earned body.

It probably wasn't going to be much different now. The Dark Lord would still want his body, but now he has a piece of him to watch Potter. He would probably force Tom back into his dairy again.

Tom's eyes narrowed at the thought. It was horrible being locked in here, like a tiny prison! He refused to be stuck here another year let alone forever.

The dark shape of the dark lord started to appear.

Tom regained his composer, and his face went blank. "Speak of the devils." He hissed.

Voldemort sneered. "A little angry are we Tom?"

Tom didn't answer.

"As I said before Tom you are not to make contact with the boy." Voldemort told him, acting like he had no doubt in the world that Tom would do what he said.

"And what if I don't?" Tom asked an eyebrow raised.

Voldemorts eyes flashed dangerously. He smirked at his younger self. "You being in that horcrux had a bigger effect than I thought." He mused.

Tom tensed up slightly. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked pretending to not to be that interested.

"Do you crave attention Riddle?" He sneered. "Do you want to have a play date with the other Horcrux." Voldemort's red eyes bored into Tom, and he smirked. "I can't believe I was so weak."

Tom's teeth clenched. "Like you're much better," Tom spat "Your just the shredded remains of what you once were!" He hissed.

"Enough!" Voldemort interrupted calmly, but there was an odd glint in his eye. "I'll make this simple for you. You have no choice but to do what I say. If you interrupt my plans, I'll destroy your plans."

Tom remained silent.

"You will continue your plan to get a body, as for your basilisk attacks I could care less. But make sure that you get Hermione Granger got it." Voldemort demanded.

Tom gritted his teeth and forced himself to nod.

Voldemort smiled. "Good, I'll make sure you get back in that Weasels hands tomorrow."

With that he faded leaving Tom alone once again.

Tom glared at the spot that the other him was just a second ago. Nobody told him what to do! If he thought he could keep him away from Potter he was wrong. He wanted to inspect this boy. See what had the Dark Lord so interested.

But for now he could wait, and plan.

Why is it every time I plan on working on this story something comes up. *sigh* alright as you have noticed there might be a few errors in this chap, my beta was busy today and only got halfway through so...sorry. Anyway i think i'm getting Tom and Voldemort down pretty well now i just have to work on getting Harry correct. Oh well i'm rambling you know the drill Read review.