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Chapter 11

'Tom are you in there?' Harri scribbled in her messy, tight, chicken scratch, and she got an immediate response.

'How do you know me?' Harri decided to bullshit herself through this as usual and see how far she would be able to lie to him.

'Your other part, Voldemort gave me this notebook for safekeeping' Harri decided on. She got another immediate response,

'And what is your name, my follower?' Harri had to stop from laughing and feeling any glee in case he felt her emotions through her writing or horcrux that connected them.

'I'm not your follower Tom, I'm the mother of our child.' There was a long pause, such a long pause that Harri thought that he wouldn't respond any more.

'How?' Harri could almost imagine his astonished face at having a child.

'Well, when a mummy and daddy love each other very much' Harri teased him,

'that's not what I meant, I mean, how and why would I fall in love like a mere mortal?' Harri rolled her eyes at his theatrics and delusions of grandeur.

'I can be very persuasive and thick headed, so much so, that you found me amusing and kept me around. Making me into a horcrux so that I wouldn't age.

'You're my Horcrux?'

'No.' Harri wrote and after a couple of seconds she scribbled 'I'm His Horcrux, just like you.

"I am him!" Riddle wrote angrily.

'No, you're not. He has long surpassed the little orphan boy called Tom Riddle.' Harri mocked him, driving the stake where she knew it hurt him the most. Knowing that the same thing would hurt her as a fellow orphan. Tom stayed silent and didn't write back to that.

'He forbids me from writing to you for a reason.' Harri continued writing him, not wanting to cut this short when she was having so much fun.

"Is that so?" he replied more curtly, furious but not wanting to let go of the only person that has wrote to him in decades.

'I figured he wants to forget about you and doesn't want me interacting with you.' Harri replied,

'You should make your own decisions' Tom wrote back, and Harri gave the diary a small smirk. Admiring how Tom was still trying to manipulate her into turning against Voldemort, what he thought was his other self. Harri stayed contemplative and didn't write back for a couple of minutes and Tom got irritated to be left hanging and wrote back,

'Are you still there?'

'Yeah, I am. I understand why he would want me to avoid speaking with you. Because he doesn't want me siding with you, probably because I'm like you, I know what it feels to be his horcrux. I feel his strongest emotions and can see through his eyes sometimes.' Harri indirectly called him out on his intent to manipulate her against Voldemort. Tom realized that she was onto him and moved the topic onto a safer topic.

'I have never heard of a living horcrux' He wrote.

'Well, you managed it.' Harri wrote in the squiggles of Parseltongue. Tom paused and wrote back in Parseltongue,

'How?'

'I don't know how I'm a horcrux. I've been his horcrux since I was a baby.' Harri replied without hesitation.

"I marked you so young?" Tom wrote, shocked. Every sentence she wrote just left him with more questions than answers.

'On accident, that's why you kept me around and became fond of me after years.'

'That makes more sense than me falling in love'

'I know, you don't love anyone. Not even our child.' Harri wrote back to see what he would reply to that.

'I'm sure I feel some affection for the child' Harri looked on shocked. Was Tom Riddle capable of being fond of a creature that held no achievements, or accomplishments? It took Harri a bit to write back, turning that idea in her head over and over again.

'Sorry, you shocked me. You are different to the Dark Lord. Voldemort would never agree with you. He tolerates Marvolo,' Harri came up with the name on the spot, knowing that it's his middle name, 'but that's about it. He leaves all of the parenting to me' Harri spouted more Griffin dung, already on a roll.

'Marvolo?' Tom wrote back, not commenting on his older, original self's coldness and heartlessness.

'Yeah, I thought it was a good name for him. He looks so much like the original you.' Harri wrote back surprised about how well the conversation was going.

'I never thought that I would father a child, what is he like?' and Harri finally felt bad about dragging this on and making him care about a child that doesn't exist.

'He is bright and a prodigy and so very much like you as a boy, when he speaks Parseltongue and wiggles his little tongue at the end, it's the dearest thing. He is very polite and takes after me mostly, as he almost never gets to see his father up close, unless it's at a Death Eater meeting.' And Harri felt even more wretched for that. Harri imagined herself with a child, even if it was Tom Bloody Riddle's child and she felt a longing she hasn't felt in years, a longing she hasn't felt since discovering that she was infertile. Harri noticed tears fall into the page and noticed she was full out sobbing her heart out against the pages of the diary.

'What is wrong, woman?' Tom wrote hastily on the page, his handwriting becoming less organized and neat. It took Harri a couple of moments to collect herself, and finally picked up her quill and wrote back.

'Sorry Tom, just had a moment there.'

'Will you tell me what upset you so?' Tom asked, wanting to know why the mother of his child had just broken-down sobbing into his diary. Surely, she isn't having marital problems with his older self, right? This woman seems loyal and the kind of woman that a every child would be lucky to have, devoted, loving, good humored, witty, and clever enough to pick up on his manipulations.

'I miss the old you' Harri finally decided to respond, ready to end this conversation and pretend this never happened.

'But Voldemort and me can never go back to what we were. I wrote to you so that I can remember the man that you use to be. Goodbye Tom.' Harry finished writing, and before she could close the book her quickly wrote to her back.

'Come back to me whenever you feel lonely.' And that was the end of that conversation. Harri closed the Diary and placed it on her nightstand next to her bed in the trunk. Harri wasn't expecting to get so emotionally exhausted from that one conversation. She supposed that it could have been the Horcrux taking a part of her, but Harri felt it when Tom immediately stopped when she had mention that she was also a horcrux.

Harri laid in her bed, staring at the canopy of her bed. She hadn't intended to hurt herself when she wanted to tease Tom and get a kick out of messing with him. But she supposed that this was her punishment for toying with a dangerous horcrux. Harri was dragged out of her musing when she felt someone try to forcibly open her trunk. Harri felt spells rocking her trunk and Harri got pissed at the culprit. She was already in a bad mood, and this did nothing to alleviate her sorrow.

Harri stood from the bed and went up the latter to open her trunk top angrily and glared at the culprit and saw the fear of the other first year girls.