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Voldemort had always worried desperately about living. He had never fully trusted those of his inner circle as no one had ever proven to him they could be trusted. Everything they had done for him had been done purely from fear and not because they really wanted to do so. It was very obvious now. He had been so paranoid about death that when he was making his horcruxes he put magical solutions in place should one of them ever accidentally fall into the hands of a muggle. It was something he always feared his incompetent followers might let happen on accident. He knew they'd never truly mean it but simply couldn't take that risk. If one was ever found and somehow destroyed using muggle means all of the remaining horcruxes would self-destruct and return to the destroyed Horcrux so he could have a full body at long last however with his last horcrux being created due to error he had no choice but to assimilate into the mind of the person whom his horcrux had inhabited. It was here that he found himself in the brain of this child.
However the adults around him had not noticed the black wailing pieces of his soul attacking the baby boy nor the wraith from Albania coming in too. Unfortunately someone was blaring the TV really loudly in the hospital and everyone who saw the black stuff attack the baby did assume they had been seeing things as he'd been checked afterwards and was fine on all tests. It was declared that people were too tired and overworked and had seen things for this reason. Vernon and Petunia were at home sleeping when this had happened. It was in this mind that Tom now found himself. It was strange as he was still adult and with adult abilities but this baby was not. Looking through his memories he could see that this was the child of the prophecy and he could even see that his core had been blocked by none other than Albus Dumbledore. He'd know that signature anywhere after he'd found it blocking his own core. He saw the memories of Vernon and Petunia discussing what would be done with the money meant for him and smiled brightly. As an orphan boy before he'd never been able to have anything he wanted to and would be changing this now. He'd grown up barely getting by while those pureblooded whelps had everything he'd ever wanted. They'd paid in the end though so it wasn't too bad.
When he'd gone after Morfin Gaunt and co he'd seen first-hand in their memories just how Merope had been treated and why she'd needed to do what she had done. It didn't in any way ever make it right but he could say he understood the need for more which she had shown. The need to be more than treated as a common house elf there simply to serve them and no less because of her being a squib. What he never understood was if they were all that ashamed of her why they not get rid of her then instead of keeping her around like a slave. They were easy to kill. They harboured such hatred of his mother and their hatred in his own opinion was better put to other uses which actually mattered but he could see it never would be. When he had planned their murder he had performed it using a dark ritual which would suck their magical cores out of their bodies forcefully and mix it with his own core while they died. He had hated how much the purebloods had while he had suffered alone and abused in that orphanage further horrified to know that Gaunts did in fact know who he was but left him there to perish because he wasn't pureblood. They were the ones to have put him there in the first place like some filthy squib. When he had found out about that, well it sealed their fates for sure. After all they did deserve to die and were literally not missed when they did die proving how little they meant to their own world despite what they obviously thought of themselves.
In fact when they had died most people had been surprised they were even still alive something which worked well for him as it was assumed they'd died of natural causes and nothing was ever done about it although Albus Dumbledore never seemed to want to let it go which was a pain in the arse. He'd eventually needed to obliviate the man of the information of their deaths solely when his back had been turned before. It simply wasn't safe for him to keep remembering that one piece of information. He obliviated nothing else so it was never obvious. Dumbledore had suspected nothing as he'd wanted him to. When he had asked Dumbledore for his help however he had been ignored purely for being a Slytherin house member something Dumbledore thought he was excellent at hiding when in reality he sucked at it.
He had begged not to be sent back to that vile hovel of an orphanage time after time. They were unclean and abusive there. He hated it so much. He still had some mental scars from being lashed with a belt there as a two year old for rebelling against a bully. The bully was older and lashed him with the belt leaving mean marks all over his back. The child was simply placed in isolation and told to behave themselves and he was simply seen by the doctor. He'd needed surgery on his back but they couldn't afford to pay for it. Then in his sixth year he decided to use some of the stipend the Board of Governors had given him for his education to take an inheritance test. It was here he'd discovered his connection to the Gaunts and Slytherin line. He had abused them using the imperious curse to make them sign their wealth and the deeds to their property over to him as their grandson before he erased it from their minds. It was genius really. He'd had them make a will stating they regretting placing him in that orphanage and their guilt wanted him to have it all. It had said they were beyond disgusted he wasn't pureblood but chose to leave it to him so they would never have see him or associate with him whilst they were alive. The goblins saw nothing wrong with it. Besides which they weren't the richest of clients only having five million galleons to their name as well as Gaunt Manor. Most purebloods had one hundred plus million in their accounts but five million was not nothing and it was something he could use to reinvent himself which he did.
The summer of his sixth year he moved into Gaunt Manor and decided to subtly change his appearance. He bought himself a brand new trunk, supplies and clothing which would not draw too much attention but speak of secret wealth which he was hiding. After that the Knights of Walpurgis were born and he had his first inner circle. He later on figured that Death Eater would be the better term for his followers as they dealt out death on the regular and rarely died themselves unless he killed them for disobeying him. Right now however he had the chance to redesign his life something he would be doing for sure. This Potter boy would be the perfect conduit for that. Given all of the free reign he now had money wise he would get himself everything he'd ever wanted as a child and have fun for once. It was something which had been denied him by everyone in his youth and he wanted to be able to play freely with something without worrying when it would be stolen or having to hurt someone who did steal it.
Dudley was fine. He'd use wandless magic on him to insure he left him alone. He would investigate the history of the muggle world to see how far they had truly come and then he would practice and perfect his occlumency shields and wandless magic within the boy. It had been second nature to him the last time and it would be so again. He would be testing these wards out too as soon as he was old enough to do so. He'd be scanning them to see if what Albus had said he had placed there was the only thing he'd actually placed there. He could almost guarantee it wouldn't be. He practiced some wandless magic bringing his bottle to himself and sending it away repeatedly until he had perfected it. In the dark of the hospital ward anyhow no one would be able to see him practice it so it was all good. As he knew wandless magic could never be traced he'd be perfecting it before he went to school. He knew that this Potter boy would have some serious wealth. He knew Albus would have his hands all over the boy's accounts but a quick letter to Griphook the account manager would insure he was locked out. He'd do that as soon as he could and all would be well. He could still feel he could aparated as he practiced going from one end of the bed to the other nothing but soft pops being heard for a while. Oh yes Harry James Potter would be a machine when he came to school that's for sure.