"Harry, have you thought about those spells I told you about when I left you with your babysitters?" Tom asked as he picked through a book in his office. Harry had been summoned by Pixie, one of their new sixteen house elves. Tom had decided that the Riddle House was too big to be cleaned by just four house elves. To this sentence, Harry took in a sharp breath, like he did every time the Dark Lord said something that made him angry.
"I don't need babysitters!" All this earned him was a chuckle and a shake of the head.
"Really Harry? Are you aware that there has been at least one instance in every one of your school years where something or someone has tried to kill you? More than once in your seventh, or supposedly seventh, and your fourth year. Some of those times it has been me who tried to kill you." Tom turned a page in the book he was reading. He was sitting in the position he considered proper for a Pureblood.
"So it's not entirely my fault is it? You just admitted it."
"The point still remains. Or maybe, just maybe, Dumbledore, who always gave you what you needed to at least try to survive, was hoping that if he let you charge head first at me relentlessly that eventually you would die. Snape would have been furious. But then, you have always hated Severus have you not? Just like your father."
I gripped the arm rests of the chair I was sitting in hard. How dare Voldemort speak about my friends like that? I glared at him, before speaking. "I do not hate Professor Snape. You killed my dad! You don't get to speak about him! You parent-killing trigger-happy psycho!" At these words, Voldemort stood, slamming the book on the table. He moved too quickly to see. The next second he was in front of me, his hands were on top of my own, holding them there tightly. His voice said differently than his actions. His voice was calm.
"How many times do I have to repeat myself for you to understand Harry? You will not disrespect me. I should not be repeating myself period. If you were anyone else, I would have ended your life already. The difference is that you are important, I cannot blatantly kill you. I think punishment is in order before I teach you the spells, do you not agree little Harry?"
"If that's how you feel, why don't you just kill me already?!" He smirked at me. His right hand left the arm of the chair and trailed gently up my face until it reached just below my scar, he looked away from my eyes and at my scar.
"Well I could do that… but this is so much more fun. Besides, Albus wanted me to kill you. Would it not be foolish of me to do just that? Give him his dying wish? You are a part of me. A horcrux." His hand landed on my forehead and I screamed out in pain. I had forgotten that it still hurt when he touched me there. I grabbed onto his wrists, trying to pull his hand away. "Do you feel that Harry? That is the piece of my soul within you, reacting to me. If I were to remove it-" He took his hand away and the pain stopped but it throbbed "-the pain would also leave you. I could touch you without you feeling pain." He looked me in the eye before coming closer, our noses almost touching. "Be grateful that the Dark Lord is feeling merciful, Harry." He whispered my name, dragging it out a bit at the a. He stood before picking up the book.
"You weren't actually angry were you?" I asked as he put the book back on the shelf. He smirked.
"No. Come, I feel you would like where we are going next." I stood up and followed him. He grabbed my arm before Apparating out of the Riddle House.