Beautiful disaster

Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle/Voldemort

Rating: Ma

Disclaimer: Not my characters

Summary: Voldemort kidnaps Harry to keep his horcrux safe. Voldemort has gotten his hands on a time turner to bring back a 16 year old Tom Riddle and is also holding him prisoner.

Chapter one : Home is wherever I'm with you

Voldemort smiled. It had worked. He had gotten his best idea yet to steal a time turner to go back in time and grab a second version of himself to become more powerful. He had been planning for months and finally after Death Eaters were in control of the ministry he got his hands on the coveted item. There were only a few time turners in the world, Voldemort had destroyed the others that were stored in the ministry. He didn't want anyone else being able to turn back time and possibly defeat him in some way with it's help.

He had found a book that explained that if one goes far enough back in time the events there won't be able to affect the future anymore. Fifty years was certainly enough time. No, going back in time 50 years and taking himself with him wouldn't affect the present in anyway.

He had to had make lot of spells and use advanced magic even new to him to get back in time over fifty years with the time turner. But there he was now. He was standing in Slytherin dormitory looking at a very familiar face. Tom Riddle, the handsome boy he used to be. The young boy was already reaching for his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort shouted and got a hold of the boy's wand.

"Who are you? What do you want? I am warning you, you don't wanna mess with me!" Tom hissed, looking at his snake like features in confusion.

Voldemort laughed.

"I am you and I come from the future. I have made our dreams come true. I am lord Voldemort, and I rule the wizarding world. I am here to take you with me to the future so you can be great now too. Come now or wait fifty years to get to where I am now"

Tom didn't seem to believe him, but Voldemort showed him his wand and told him all the things only he would know about himself to convince him it really was an older version of him and that it was possible for Tom to leave with him now without changing Voldemort's past.

"And why would you need me there? " Tom asked suspiciously.

"Because with you I have more power. We can cast our spells at the same time and be invincible. You will be my equal. There is no one else I trust more than myself" Voldemort said. Of course he didn't mean half of this. He wouldn't ever let Tom be his equal. But Voldemort knew that Tom was already a very powerful wizard at the age of 16 but still naive enough to believe some of the lies told to him.

"No. I won't come" Tom said finally after thinking for a while.

Voldemort sighed. He had guessed this might happen of course. He knew himself and that he wouldn't trust anyone or want to share his power with anyone. Not even with himself.

"Stupify!" Voldemort shouted and grabbed Tom. He soon began to cast spells and turned the time turner multiple times to get them back to the present.

Pff. The time turner exploded in his hand after getting them to the present. The task had obviously required too much power for it, with going back and forth overall 100 years. Well all the same, he had gotten what he wanted. Unconscious Tom laid in his arms as he run away from Hogwarts, thankfully it was night and nobody saw him. He then apparated to his castle still holding Tom and his wand in his pocket.

He carried Tom upstairs to a large comfortable bedroom and put him on a bed. He would wake up soon and realize there was no way for him to escape from him let alone go back to his own time.

Voldemort didn't pity him. He had very little empathy for this naive more innocent version of himself. Tom's soul was whole and not split to many pieces like Voldemort's. The Potter boy had destroyed the diary so Tom was now whole. The weakness disgusted him.

He only needed Tom to become more powerful. His blood to be exact. There was ancient magic that was usually used only with twins where the other willingly would want to give away his own magic to aid his brother. If Voldemort was to drink a potion made of Tom's blood, unicorn blood and some other ingredients his powers would become even more great. The biggest addition to his powers would be that he could finally become invisible whenever he wanted. Voldemort wanted to be invisible more than anything. He had the Elder wand but he wanted to have all the deathly hallows.

Harry woke up early only to find himself lying in the middle of the floor. He had just had the most horrible nightmare. He had been in Voldemort's mind again and he had seen awful, evil things happening. Hell, couldn't he sleep properly for once?

Harry was staying at a cheap motel near London. He had needed some time alone to try and figure out what his next move would be. He couldn't just run around destroying horcruxes especially since they were hard to find and hard to destroy. He needed a plan and not just any plan. He needed a good plan that would actually work. He didn't want to get killed in the process nor did he want to let Ron and Hermione risking their lives for him anymore than they already had.

He looked out of the window into the dark sky. It was only 2.00 am. Harry shivered, he had recently found out about Voldemort having horcruxes but the only ones that had been destroyed so far were the diary of Tom Riddle and Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

Dumbledore had asked him to go with him to find another horcrux earlier that evening but Harry had said no because he didn't want to put Dumbledore in more danger. Snape had finally been able to make a potion to heal Dumbledore's hand that got cursed from the ring. Harry knew that without Dumbledore's help he couldn't wind Voldemort.

Sometimes he envied the way muggles lived, so carefree, not having a clue about someone named Voldemort. But had he never found out that he was a wizard he would probably be friendless, still living with the Dursley's and locked up in his room like he was a monster.

Now he had the most amazing friends, who had risked their lives for more than once to help Harry. Harry smiled. At least the war against Voldemort had brought some people closer to him. He thought of Ginny. They had agreed to start dating a little while earlier. Ginny was his destiny, Harry felt sure of that.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Harry froze immediately. Who could it be? It was past midnight. Then he thought of Ron and Hermione. No way. Harry had told no one where he was.

Suddenly the door crashed open and he saw a blonde wizard pointing a wand at him. Draco Malfoy had just crashed into his motelroom.

Harry started to look for his wand put before he could even see where it was Draco was holding it.

"I'm not here to harm you, Potter. Not if you come willingly", Draco said still holding Harry's wand in his hands.

Draco was wearing dark robes and Harry to his embarrassment, was wearing only boxers. He had just been sleeping, how was he supposed to know that he'd be attacked the next second? Realizing that not having his wand anymore, he'd better obey Draco. Harry nodded.

"But for the love of god, Potter... Put some clothes on first"

Harry dressed quickly and started to follow Draco.

After a bit of walking and apparating they finally reached a big dark castle. It was quite impressive. It reminded Harry of Hogwarts, only it was even more stunning. The castle was next to a small lake and mountains. Harry wondered where they were and who lived in that big astonishing castle. The only thing that was for sure was that this wasn't a school. It was far too scary to be a school. There were no other houses in sight and it was quite obvious that the place was hidden by magic.

They were standing at the gate where the pillars were shaped like a snakes. The gate was high and the castle had high walls surrounding it at every side, it looked almost like a prison. Not that only walls would stop a wizard going in or out. Harry wondered...

Draco opened the gate with a password, only to push Harry inside the castle's walls. Then the gate closed by itself and Draco was left on the other side.

"This is when I go away, Potter. Go into the castle. He is expecting you"

Malfoy looked almost sad when he apparated away. Harry wondered why, he had never liked Harry. Where had he left him that would be such an awful place that it would get even Malfoy to feel sorry for him? Was Voldemort waiting somewhere close by to try and kill him again? Or did Draco actually help him this time and bring him somewhere safe?

Harry decided that there was only one way to find out, so he started walking towards the castle. The castle's surroundings were not taken care of. Grass grew long and Harry spotted several dead trees on his way to the castle. He even saw something that he could only identify as a large snake's shed skin.

He was scared. It was very possible that these were his last moments alive but his Gryffindor courage pushed him forward towards the door.

After a lot of walking he finally reached the castle's huge front doors. Before he could open the door it swung open.

He saw the man he had most feared to see.

Voldemort was looking at him, and to Harry's big horror, smiling.

"Welcome, Harry. Welcome"

Voldemort looked different. He looked happy. Before Harry could say anything he continued to speak.

" I'm afraid that I can not let you run around destroying horcruxes. Especially not after Snape told me you were one as well. I can not risk you eventually being able to kill me" Voldemort hissed.

Harry swallowed. Was he a horcrux? In many levels it made sense and he probably had already known it on a some level. But still he felt shocked and not sure at all what this could mean for his future. Draco still had his wand, there was nothing he could do. He closed his eyes. Here goes...

To his surprise Voldemort only laughed. The castle echoed from his cold hollow laugh.

"I'm not gonna kill you, Harry. As much as I would like to. You see, I can not destroy a horcrux. Part of me lives inside of you"

Harry just stood there quiet. But what did this mean? If he wasn't going to kill Harry why was he there? As if guessing what Harry was thinking about Voldemort spoke again.

"From this day forward, you are my prisoner Harry"