Chapter Six

Tom FUCKEN Riddle

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter

(A.N) Sorry I haven't updated for a LONG time, been kinda busy :S

WARNING! Contains foul language and junk. SO BEWARE!

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As Harry moved to cut his bandaged wrists, a hand grabbed his wrists and the pin went flying from his hands. It hit the ground and slid a few spaces away. Harry watched it slide away but after a few moments, he remembered he wasn't the ONLY one in the room. He froze and stopped breathing for a few minutes.

Shit! Shit! SHIT! He had been found out. He was so fucken careless! What was wrong with him?!

Just then, he was turned around roughly and he stared into turquoise green eyes. "Ri-riddle?" Harry breathed. The dark lord looked ready to KILL someone. He glared at Harry with such venom that the boy had to flinch and look away.

"What… the FUCK WERE YOU DOING POTTER?!" Riddle all but yelled, his face was red with anger and Harry thought he detected… concern? He shook his head, that couldn't be true. He was the DARK LORD! Voldemort/Tom had ruined his life for YEARS. WHY would he care for him now?

Harry looked back at Tom, his arch-enemy, and spoke in an angry voice. "Leaving this world… Leaving YOU and all your draft death eaters behind! And leaving Dumbledore! I WON'T BE USED ANYMORE!"

Harry struggled against the brown haired mans grip, Tom, surprised, let go of the Gryffindor and he went tumbling to the floor. "OOMPH!" He grunted. Tom stared at him, his face unemotional.

"What has HAPPENED to you Potter?" He whispered. Harry frowned but then glared at the man. "YOU happened, Riddle… EVERYTHING happened… Dumbledore, Cedric, Sirius… EVERYTHING! I-just-can't-TAKE IT ANYMORE!" He screamed. He jumped to his feet and jumped at Riddle.

Riddle lost his footing and fell backwards; they went crashing into the dressed. "OW! STOP! What ARE YOU doing?!" Harry was hitting Riddle, hitting his hard. "GET-OFF-ME!" Harry was blown backwards and landed on the bed.

Voldemort had barely gotten to his feet when Harry jumped back to his feet again. Riddle, furious, took out his wand and pointed it at the enraged and SLIGHTLY confused Teenager.

Harry was breathing heavily and Riddle looked scruffy. Different then his usual PERFECT clothing, hair, ectra.

Harry just then began walking towards the door, passing Riddle. The man turned and watched Harry reach for the doorknob. "Where ARE you going?" Screeched Riddle. "Out…" and with that, he opened the door and left a very bewildered Dark Lord behind.

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Who did he think he was? Bossing him around like that? And STOPPING him from reaching his goal? His PURPOSE?! Fuck him! Damn, Tom FUCKEN Riddle! Damn him to the pits of hell! He was SO close! SO FUCKEN CLOSE! And he was stopped, by the dark lord no less.

"DAMN IT!" He cursed as he stubbed his toe on a stair. He ignored it, he was used to pain. He kept on walking, stair after stair, lost in his own thoughts.

WHY did nothing EVER work out his way? WHY? He wanted to scream to the heavens, but couldn't… He continued down the stairs, eyes looking out in front of him. That's when he heard some people talking. He stopped and looked around; his eyes fell on the kitchen door. He smirked, what could hurt by a little eavesdropping?

He creped over to the door and put his ear to it.

"What are we going to do, Albus?" Said Sirius. Harry frowned. "I don't know, Sirius… I do not know."

"But we can't stand back and do nothing! He'll kill himself one of these days! We could… I know I shouldn't be suggesting this… but maybe we should lock his up… Just till he's learned…"

There was silence. Dumbledore sighed and spoke; "I guess that's our only option-"Harry didn't wait to hear the rest, he turned around and ran. He grabbed the handle of the outside door, opened it, and ran outside, away from the plotting men.

(A/N) Sorry it's short, didn't know what to say :S Still, I hope you like  and thanks to everyone who stuck by me  I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, again! THANKS:D