He's trying to get revenge from the very beginning and he tries to influence Tom a later and I think that, without even trying to, he influences Tom a bit because there is something coming up that I don't think Tom would even consider that he does for Harry. Right now he's his Borgin And Burkes self. But in a few chapters he'll change again. I am always happy to reply to reviews. =)

He said he wouldn't! …Since when did I trust Voldemort? He wants me dead! This is nothing but a game to him. And apparently I fell for it. He was well known for his charm. But he didn't use any on me, he knew I wouldn't fall for it. But still. Those words kept spinning around in my head. 'Why didn't he do it? Why Voldemort? What is Voldemort up to?' I kicked my bed in anger, OW!, before throwing myself on the bed.

I was in the Quidditch stands, sitting next to him, the bastard, he was having us watch what was going on down in the center. I hated it. I wanted so badly to go down there but he was more so keeping an eye on me, I was surrounded by Death Eaters, than on the horror taking place down below.

I don't understand what he means to prove by doing this. But then this was Voldemort. He thrived on this type of thing. I wanted so badly to turn my head away from this or to go down there but every time I made a move, if it was to just move from being uncomfortable or to get up and try to help, the Death Eaters and Tom always turned their attention on me and were ready to stand up at the slightest movement.

The ground was running red with all the blood. The werewolves were sinking their teeth into anything they could get their teeth into. It didn't matter if it was the throat, the arm, the leg, or the head. Greyback was going after the major professors, like Flitwick and McGonagall and Sinistra.

They were screaming, of course they were screaming. They had to fight Dementors and werewolves at the same time! They were practically ganging up on the teachers. If only I had my wand! I reached into my pockets despite knowing I didn't have it. I couldn't possibly dare to take one of their wands. It might not work and they were watching me like a hawk.

It was when I heard one particular scream that I jumped to my feet. I felt the back of my robes pulled and forced back into my seat by Tom. "Stay seated Harry, it is not yet over."

"You snake bastard!" I stood up again and turned to glare at him. "What will any of this prove?! I thought you said that we were going to have peace if we surrendered, which we still haven't! I will never surrender until my last-" I grasped my throat when I realized my mouth had stopped spouting my words at 'surrendered'.

"My, my. Seems you need more time in the Headmasters office." He shoved me back in my seat and after giving a very small speech to the crowd and sending them who knows where, he grabbed me by the back of my neck, wrapping his fingers in the back of my hair, and began to drag me off the pitch and towards the office.

When we reached the bottom of the pitch I got one look at McGonagall's gaunt face, she'd been kissed by a Dementor, I shot up and screamed.

"NO!" I sat bolt up right in bed and I looked around to notice I wasn't in the Quidditch pitch or anywhere near Hogwarts. I was still lying on the bed I had thrown myself onto earlier. I was breathing heavily. I opened the curtain and saw Tom sitting in a chair in the corner, he'd been reading a book clearly but he was now staring at the bed, at me.

"Something wrong Harry?"

"Oh, I don't know… maybe I'm not supposed to be living with you?!"

"Nightmare?" I shook my head and closed the curtain again.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you."

"Very well then, I will do all the talking. I have noticed that Dumbledore sent you back to the Boreselys, if I might call them that?, every single summer. Despite the fact that he could so very easily have given you to someone else, someone more willing to care for one such as yourself, such as Sirius Black." I sighed. It was another one of his talks. "They abused you, however, that much is clear. Yet Dumbledore should have guessed this. He did not care, he made that clear. Remember the Howler? However, I came back in your Fourth Year. At the end, as we both know, and so did he. He is either not as smart as he makes himself out to be or he just did not care, again. I could easily have gone into the Durselys' house and taken you then. Your blood is the blood that brought me back, you remember? You and I have come closer and closer to actually having it out in a duel but every time he would save you. He has intended for you to fight me and kill me since the beginning. Admittedly he does save you but the others could die for all he cared. Otherwise he would have saved Sirius, would he not? Me? I had no reason to but I would gladly fix this for you… at a price. Otherwise you will never grow as a person." I sighed again, this was at least coming to a close.

"No." I said flatly.

"Suit yourself. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."

"Really Harry? Pouting? Come out. It is time for Dinner. You have not left that room for five days without leave."

"Yet you keep coming in." I rasped. "Just leave me alone." I heard the curtain open and I knew that Tom was looking at me. I moved my right arm over my face to keep the light out of my eyes. He stared a minute before he sat on the end of the bed. I groaned. "I'm not pouting you git. Now go away. I don't want to see you." He didn't even bother to curse me or hit me.

"How long have you been in that bed?" He closed the curtain and grabbed my chin and forced me to have eye contact. I jerked away. I've been having a drink of water every now and then from the faucet in the bathroom but not enough for much. This morning I had been too tired to get up for a drink. "You have not been drinking? Not even the food and water I sent with the house elves?"

"Leave me alone."

"Not possible. If you die then you canot come back. I suppose I do not have to tell you to stay here?" He stood up and left, closing the door behind him. I groaned. I'd been hoping that if I got sick he might throw me out like trash. Also I wouldn't have to see him that much. Suppose I should have known that he wasn't that type of person.

When he came back he had a small cup and a small plate. "Eat or I will shove this down your throat."

"Is there a reason you cling to me?"

"I am surprised. I thought you were more of a fighter."

"...Sod off. I-" I shut up. I'd been about to tell him off and what I was actually doing but I guess that was his plan because he put the cup to my lips and forced it down. When I gulped it down he shoved the food in my mouth. He used a short Cruciatus to make me open my mouth in pain.

"Get some rest and I will send a house elf up here in an hour to redo this and you will eat or I will go find one of your friends and I will give them a slow and painful death as you watch while you are incapable of doing anything to help because of your own foolishness."

"I am not foolish. You almost fell for it." I smirked but the next thing he did literally smacked the smirk off my face. He back handed me.

"Excuse me for trying to give you credit despite all my earlier experience with Gryffindors. You are grounded from reading or going downstairs without being called for. Understand Potter? Now get some rest before I shove a potion down your throat as well." With that he left, slamming the door behind him. I flinched but stared at the door. Had I upset Tom? Or pissed him off?

"It is time for Dinner, come downstairs or shall I force you to like I did yesterday?" It'd been three days and on the second day I had actually gotten an entirely new idea than to hope he'd be repulsed by a sick person. I got up, if he did then I don't think he'd be in the mood to talk, like yesterday. I was surprised at the disappointment of that thought. Why should I care if he wants to talk to me or not?

I sat down at my side as he sat down at his. My stomach was growling. I was hungry. An elf brought food to us and set it all on the table. "Can Dory help with anything else Master? Young Master?" She bowed.

"Pumpkin pasties please?" She smiled.

"Harry, a Pureblood does not ask. They demand. It is common sense that need not be found in a book."

"Tom?"

"Harry?" I gathered some food to my plate after he finished himself. We began to dig in.

"I asked about magic? I can't remember my question, I want to know more but I don't want to ask the same question."

"Are you asking me to remember for you?"…that was exactly what I wanted… "Your earlier question was about accidental magic and why it happens. You have already asked of wandless magic and wands. Is there more on your mind?"

"Why even use the wand? Why not teach them to use their magic wandless if their just going to throw it at you later?"

"Good question Harry. Too bad I canot answer it. You would have learned in your sixth or seventh year I believe. I can tell you that not every Wizarding community, culture, or family introduces wands to their children. The wand was invented in Europe. In Africa, they use both. Some of our kind use hand gestures to help the spell along, not to mention that if used nonverbal magic makes it particularly dangerous. As well as under any circumstance. Goblins tend to use the term 'wand bearer'. Any idea what that implies Harry?"

"They know what we are, obviously."

"Harry. It implies they have their own magic. However a goblin is only suited to be a banker, hence their greed. They made the Gryffindor sword you know. They also believe a wand will help them, they are sadly mistaken. It will hinder them. They are foolish but they do enjoy a good war. But then we come back to the money bit." I stared at the table after that. I knew about the sword and I knew about goblins being greedy.

We were done with dessert soon and Tom stood. "Harry, follow me. I wish to show you something." I got up and followed him, wondering what he possibly could want to show me. We went up two flights of stairs before he opened a door for me. "Enter." I walked into the… I walked out of the house and onto a balcony that overlooked the city of Little Hangleton. I was lead to a chair, a wooden rocking chair, that Tom pushed me into. "Sit. If you wish to read, here is The Tales Of Beadle The Bard. I heard you had been studying that book for a while. Why not actually read it? Instead of having to read something into it." He Transfigured a nearby side table into a lamp with a holder.

He smiled, a mocking one, at me before pulling out my wand, casting Lumos, and placing it in the holder. Which caused me to able to see the book enough to read comfortably but not so much light that it lit up the whole balcony. He went and stood at the corner of the banister. His hands were placed atop the banister, looking out at the city. I sighed.

"What do you want Riddle?" His fingers gripped the banister before letting go.

"There are many things that I want Harry."

"What do you want right now?"

"Are you aware that tomorrow is the last day of the month? Then we have July and August? The end of summer is September. I will need to buy you supplies for school."

"That can't possibly be your problem."

"Are you asking me, if not that, why I am being nice to you?"

"Well I'm done with school and yes that is exactly what I'm referring to. It's actually quite weird to have you of all people being nice." He turned around before walking over to me, bending to eye level before grabbing my chin.

"Are you saying you prefer my bad side to my good side?"

"You don't have a good side Riddle." His grip tightened painfully before he spoke again.

"How many times must I remind you to respect me?" He let go before walking back to the banister. "Besides, if I am to live with you I can hardly be aloof can I? Otherwise this little inauguration will fail. I apologize for my earlier behaviour. I was stunned by the level of your imbecility." I said nothing else, preferring to just read the book. Though after a while, I couldn't stop remembering that Hermione read this to Ron and I before. And that tomorrow was my birthday. I would be nineteen.

We were in the train compartment and we had a few minutes to ourselves. "Hey, mate, are you okay?"

"Ron, none of this is okay! Today was one of the worst. I'm sorry Harry. It's going to get better." I smiled at her. Even though all I could think of at the moment was that I some how failed Dumbledore. I tried so hard for so long this year. I went through fights with my best friends. We came closer together. Dumbledore's plans never fail. I'm supposed to be the saviour of the Wizarding World.

"Snape's not dead, that's a good thing. He's always been on our side, Dumbledore's side." I said.

"Harry, everything's going to be okay. We'll get another chance."

"The prophecy did say that neither can live while the other survives. The winner's going to be you, you're the hero, mate." Ron smiled at me and I smiled weakly, dropping those thoughts and the thought trail from my mind for now, hopefully forever.

"That will be enough reading for now." I started when I heard Tom's voice again. I'd forgotten that I was here instead of there again. "It is past ten o'clock. The city has gone to bed, so shall we. Come Harry." He snatched my wand back. He held the door open. "Come on." So I followed him back to my room. Before I could stop myself or he could close the door my lips formed words not meant to form.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight Harry." He closed the door and I heard his foot steps leave the door and toward the farther rooms. Yawning, I dressed for bed, flinching at the pain in my backside. I'd forgotten about that. Fighting Draco was clearly off limits. Or was it 'misbehaving' in front of the Death Eaters? I crawled into bed and got under the covers before going to as comfortable a sleep I could manage in the house my own enemy slept in.