Dumbledore dove to the left as the killing curse screamed towards him. Sirius immediately pulled out his wand only to be thrown into a wall, crumpling with a sickened crack. Dumbledore could barely spare a glance at the man before Voldemort fired off another killing curse at him. This time, Dumbledore flicked his wand and a split second later, one of the cushy armchairs meant for guests caught the full force of the curse, blasting the chair into mere splinters of wood. Voldemort growled lower than what should have been possible for Harry.

"You won't kill me, Dumbledore, but I have no problems with ending your miserable life." He rasped, Harry's voice was lined with Voldmort's, "Either I will kill you and escape, or you will eventually manage to escape. Either way, I win." Voldemort taunted. Dumbledore's face was a mask of fury. Now it was his turn.

Dumbledore twisted his wand and the ground beneath Voldemort's trembled. Suddenly, a patch of the wood flooring was ripped from underneath him, making Voldemort fall. He quickly rolled backwards and looked up. Three stunners were centimeters from his face when they crashed against a protego. Dumbledore was relentless and continued firing off spells although the spells in question were not lethal, just damaging. Voldemort chuckled darkly.

"Even now, you still are determined to bring Potter back? He is dead, sealed within my mind and slowly rotting away! Soon, I will rule this body and kill you through his eyes!" Voldemort laughed maniacally, something that looked horrifying on Harry.

"You will not win, Tom. I won't let Harry down." Dumbledore muttered. His wand was in constant motion. Blue, red and green spells clashed creating a light show of pain and death. Dumbledore was a blur of motion and light, firing off spells as fast as his mind could think them which is, to say the least, exceptionally fast. Voldemort was also extremely fast, however because it was Harry's body, who was not used to the strain of multiple killing curses and intense duels, Voldemort started breathing heavily. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"It seems you are tiring, Tom. I do hope this is part of your plan? Otherwise, an old man like me will have defeated you rather, easily." Dumbledore chuckled.

"No! Damn this form!" Voldemort screeched. "I will not give it up, no matter the strain! I'll let Harry's body die before I give it up to you, Dumbledore!" He heaved. Dumbledore smirked.

"I have no plans of burning you out entirely. I just needed you to slow down so I could do-" Suddenly, Fawkes flew into Dumbledore's shoulder, flame traveling him behind Voldemort, "-this!" With a quick expulso curse, Voldemort hit the wall, hard.

Before Voldemort could stand up once more, Dumbledore shot ropes at his hands and feet, snatching his wand from the ground, "I suppose I win then." Dumbledore chuckled. Voldemort glared up at him, snarling.

"I will not give him up Albus! You cannot make me! Poor Harry is lost forever." Tom cackled, squirming under his restraints. Albus' eyes narrowed.

"Just the mad ramblings of a horcrux." Albus muttered, staring into Harry's red and green eyes, "But you would know all about horcruxes, eh Tom?" Albus chuckles as a hint of fear flashed through Voldemort's eyes.

"Y-you cannot defeat me, Dumbledore!" Tom screamed, putting on a brave front.

"No, we probably can't, at least not by force." Dumbledore muttered. Slowly, Albus pointed his wand at Voldemort's temple and murmured, "Legimens." Voldemort's pupils dilated rapidly and he screamed.

Harry's eyes fluttered open. All he could see was stone. It was very similar looking to the cell he was kept in when he endured Lucius Malfoy's and Bellatrix Black's tender mercies. His mind felt fuzzy and he could feel pulsing in his temples. His fingers hurt as if someone had broken every bone in them and his eyes watered with tiredness. He blinked rapidly, trying to find the source of light in the cell with no windows and no doors, but none could be found.

Suddenly, Harry's memories hit him like a train. He gasped and pressed his hands against his ears. Flashes of the past few days moved across his eyes and he winced. He remembered Tom Riddle and the horcruxes. Holy Hell, he might have found a few of the horcrux locations!

For some strange reason, Harry didn't feel panicked. It was as if something was suppressing his thoughts. He felt a small tug at the front of his mind, his subconscious. Harry winced and rubbed his forehead. His fingers pressed upon his scar. A a white hot burning pain swept across his mind and he yelled, falling backwards and hitting hard stone. He groaned. "Where am I?" Harry asked himself. He noticed his voice echoed more than it should have in a small stone cell. Glancing around, he approached a nearby wall, holding his hand out.

Harry laid still on the farthest cot in the Hospital Wing. Albus Dumbledore sat in an armchair next to him, staring intently at him. Most would just assume he was looking at the poor boy with concern but something was going on that was much more intense than just concern in Dumbledore's head. Through legimency, Dumbledore was slowly beating away at Tom Riddle's Occlumency shields.

Occasionally, Dumbledore would blink and look around. He would check his pocket watch and if it was noon, mid-morning or night, he would request a house elf to bring him dinner. He rarely was caught sleeping and if so, he stayed in that state for only a few hours. Harry also stayed mostly expressionless. He never opened his eyes and was force-fed potions to keep him alive. Voldemort was playing hardball, constantly counterattacking Dumbledore's attempts to invade his mind with powerful magic. Sometimes, Harry would groan in pain. Dumbledore knew that Harry was alive in there somewhere and he was determined to free him.

Sirius would visit often, to just sit in hospital wing with his godson. When he caught Albus awake, he would instantly ask fearfully how the progress was. The answer was always very similar. It seemed Dumbledore was chipping away at a brick wall with his bare hands. Eventually, he'd get through, but it would be a long, painful time before any major progress happened.

A week passed. Then two. Soon, a full month had expired since Voldemort had taken control over Harry. Dumbledore soon put all of his focus in trying to pull Harry out. Nothing seemed to be a solution and Sirius could see it in the headmaster's eyes on the off chance he wasn't smashing away at Tom's mental shields. He somehow became even skinnier than he was before and his eyes had lost their twinkle completely. It seemed even the great Albus Dumbledore was losing hope, until one fateful day.

Harry sudden;y felt as if something was very wrong. He shouldn't try to push against the stone wall. It would hurt to touch the wall, one voice explained. It sounded very logical and Harry's head was starting to hurt. The longer he reached out to the stone, the more he could feel his skull pounding. He growled in frustration and put his hand to his side and sat down on the floor, staring at the stone wall that tormented him. He took another look at the wall.

"Try to touch it" One voice said, echoing off of the walls.

"No" commanded another voice, "Do not try. You will get hurt"

"Will you both shut up!" Harry snarled, rubbing the crown of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, "Focus..." he murmured. Suddenly, the voices receeded to a quiet whisper and he felt his senses sharpen. He glared at the wall in front of him and stood. Carefully, Harry started walking through the wall. It was an illusion! Harry frowned and stepped to the other side of the wall. When he looked around, Harry found he was standing in a long winding corridor. He turned around and found solid wall behind him. He reached out and felt solid stone. He blinked in confusion. He turned to the other side of the corridor and saw a torch.

Harry looked down the looming hallway. He felt a light breeze coming from that direction. He turned to analyze the other path down the corridor but that too was replaced by solid brick. It seemed Harry would have to walk down the long, eerie corridor. Harry gripped the torch determinately and strode down the corridor. Sound bounced around the hall as Harry stepped. The echoes threw him off and he was constantly looking over his shoulder. If Hogwarts had a hallway of evil, Harry knew this is what is must have looked like.

Suddenly, the light breeze stopped. The silence was deafening. Harry stopped and his shoulders tensed. Something had changed in his mind. He shuddered and shook his head. He had to find his way out of here, fast. Harry could feel something bad would happen soon.

"How do I get out of here!" Harry shouted angrily. It was silent. Harry huffed, "Well that's just wonderful, thank you." Harry grumbled to no one in particular. He continued walking for a few more paces before the silence was shatter by a howl of wind. Air whipped through his hair and he had to squint to keep his eyes from drying out. His torch went out and Harry's stomach dropped.

"W-well, what now?" He asked. He heard a grinding like a boulder being rolled and suddenly, down the hall, Harry saw a flash of light. Harry immediately sprinted towards it.

"Ah ah ah, Harry. You're not leaving that easily."

Dumbledore thought somberly. He looked worse for wear and he definitely felt it as well. Albus rubbed his chin while thinking of Voldemort's defences. They were layered and it seemed he could do nothing to penetrate them. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. He glanced down at Harry before sighing. "Back at it, I suppose." He murmured sadly.

When he entered he was shocked at what he was seeing. An opening had appeared in Voldemort's defenses! Albus quickly rushed all of his power to that opening. He peered inside and inhaled sharply. Harry was pointing his wand at a young Tom Riddle.

"Ah ah ah, Harry. You're not leaving that easily." Tom drawled. He was wandless, but his fingers were near his pocket, occasionally twitching.

"So you're Tom Riddle?" Harry asked warily, his wand still pointing at him.

"Indeed I am. You're Harry Potter." Voldemort gazed at him with a cruel curiosity. "You are a very curious boy, Potter."

"The feeling isn't mutual." Harry growled. His knuckles were white and his hands were shaking angrily.

"I would imagine it isn't. No matter, though. I am not here to talk to you." Voldemort explained, waving his hand nonchalantly. "I am here to ensure you never escape. You know too much." Voldemort said venomously. Harry scowled.

"I'm leaving, Tom. I'm taking my body back and I will make sure you never hurt anyone ever again!" Harry shouted defiantly. Voldemort chuckled darkly.

"I'm sure. Time to go back to your cell, little boy. This time, you will not escape." Tom said.

"I think that is enough, Riddle." Dumbledore said calmly. Pointing his own wand at Voldemort. Harry gasped and Tom turned, his eyes narrowing.

"Dumbledore!" Harry and Tom said with either spite or wonder.

"Let us finish this." Albus said determinedly, "I am already bored of beating you."

"This is the mind, Dumbledore! You cannot beat me in my own mind!" Riddle shouted.

"Actually..." Harry said, preparing to cast, "This is my mind. You're in my world now, bitch." Both Harry and the Headmaster's wands started glowing with light, preparing to end the existence of the horcrux known as Tom Riddle Jr.

A.N. What's up everyone! So, good old Tommie is soon gonna be no more than ashes of an old diary. But, what about the rest of the horcruxes? This one seems to be pretty damn troublesome so you can only imagine what I've got in store for the others! Mwahahahaha! Anyways, hope you all enjoy and please review!