A/N: Did you like the last chapter? Well now is the time to find out how everyone will react
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CHAPTER 3: The Mansion
'You mean Tom Riddle as in 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'' Ron stuttered.
'Yes, as in Voldemort.' Ron cringed when Harry said that. But Harry didn't seem to take notice as he was pulling out his wand.
'Guys, let's not overreact, and hear the man out.' Hermione tried to reason.
'You want to reason with Voldemort junior?' Ron exclaimed.
'I think you should listen to Hermione.' Tom answered smugly.
'We shouldn't do a thing you say.' Harry stated hotly.
'Come on, you Gryffindor's are supposed to be brave. You are not scared of me, aren't you? I'm good, you know.' Tom exclaimed, his face twisting into a mischievous smile, making Hermione blush.
That was the last drop, both boys exclaimed
'Stupefy!'
'Petrificus Tortalis!'
Pointing there wands at the mirror.
Both hexes bounced of the mirror. One hitting Hermione full frontal, before she could cast a shielding charm and the other successfully stunning Harry.
Ron stood perplexed looking at his unconscious friends, when suddenly heard hands clapping.
'Well done boys, only Gryffindor's could be that stupid. The mirror is protected.' Tom cheered.
Ron now totally lost control and transfigured an axe. He stormed to the mirror ready to shatter it into a million pieces. But as soon as he hit the mirror his axe bounced back, and hitting his head instead. Ron too was now knocked out.
Tom sighed and stretched his hand forward whispering a spell under his breath. Instantly the golden trio woke up. Ron rubbing the large bump on his head.
'Well Hermione, would you please control your pit bulls for me. Maybe you should put them on a leash.' Tom suggested.
'You son of a –'Ron began to curse his face flushed red in anger whilst a trickle of blood was steaming down his face. Harry's green eyes too flashed dangerously.
'Stop it, guys. That is enough!' Hermione shouted giving both men a death glare, even Voldemort junior couldn't escape her glare. They instantly obeyed. Hermione should never be contradicted in this state; if you wanted to keep your balls attached to your body.
'And you, Tom, how do you know my name?'
Even Voldemort junior was a bit intimidated by Hermione; and that said a lot.
'From Harry.' he stated 'He asked a gift for a girl named Hermione. She was smart, friendly, passionate, witty and caring. A good person. So I asked the Room of Requirement to give the bracelet that contained me.'
'Okay, and what do you want from us?' Harry asked irritated that for once, he couldn't control the situation.
'Actually, I don't want anything from you two.' Tom pointed his finger at Ron and Harry.
'Oh great, than why asking our help?' Ron exclaimed.
'I do need help- from Hermione.' Tom explained.
'And what makes you think she wants to help you.' Harry countered before Hermione could say a word.
'I dunno, maybe because I can stop my future self?' Tom said sarcastic.
Ron watched Tom Riddle open-mouthed unable to utter a word.
'And why would you want to do that?' Harry said suspiciously.
'Because I'm Tom Riddle's Yang.' Tom explained.
'Oh, great here we go again, Yang. How on earth can you be his yang?' Ron shouted.
'That is what I have been trying to explain since you've morons got in but you were too busy throwing hexes at me.' Tom Riddle said irritated.
'Well, we are ready to listen now.' Hermione spoke up, wanting to get this over and done with.
'You do know what yin and yang is, don't you?' Riddle asked as if they were a bunch of twelve year old students.
'Yeah yeah something about yin is bad and yang is good.' Ron was irritated that Riddle treated them as if they were stupid cows.
'You listened, Ron!' Hermione shouted excitedly grasping Ron in a tight hug, a proud grin on her face.
Riddle rolled his eyes at them. What does she like about that stupid git?
'Hermione, you can let me go now.' Ron said slightly embarrassed with the whole situation.
Hermione let go of Ron and Tom continued 'You should know that each person contains both yin and yang. They both give the person advice about a particular subject. Yin giving bad advice and Yang good one.
The person will then decide based on his personality to who he will listen.
You can see it as a person getting advice from an angel and a devil. Like you see it in those muggle cartoons. Do you understand this far?'
'Yeah, so you have a devil and angel inside each of us. I think we are smart enough to comprehend that.' Harry's sarcastic answer came.
'But what makes a person good then?' Hermione asked 'Does he have more good in him then?'
'No, the character of the person makes a person want to listen to his yin or yang. A person is not bad because he has more yin in him. But because he chooses to listen to his yin. While a good character is more appealed to listen to his yang. There is just as much yin as yang in a person. Do you comprehend?' Tom asked.
'So you can see it like a person who exits out of three parts: his character, his yin and his yang.' Hermione summarized.
'Exactly!' Tom exclaimed. Happy he made a good choice about picking his perfect girl for the task he needed her to do. She was indeed smart. At least smarter than those two and they were definitely no girls.
'But how is it possible you aren't in Tom Riddle's body?' Hermione asked curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
'That, my girl, is a long story.' Tom sighed.
'She is not your girl!' Ron shouted pointing his wand again at Riddle.
'Oh Ron, quit it!' Hermione pulled Ron's arm down.
'If you want to I can show you. It will be like watching a muggle film.' Tom smiled at Hermione.
'Why not?' Hermione said. Charming very charming, Tom. I won't fall for your charms. I know better than that. Especially since Harry told me how manipulative you are.
Tom disappeared and a scene emerged in the mirror.
Tom Riddle appeared in muggle clothes standing on a path that leaded to the entrance of a Manson. He was nicely clad in a black costume and a white shirt with a black tie. He had dark brown hair almost black and grey eyes like moulted silver. His pale skin gleamed in the evening summer sun.
He walked on the path towards the old muggle Mansion. The Mansion stood tall against the pale evening light. When he arrived at the heavy metal black gates, he could take a better look at the Mansion. It had two little towers which gave it a romantic atmosphere and a big beautiful carved wooden door. The garden around the house was carefully maintained. The Mansion transpired power and wealth. Tom took another deep breath and walked through the gate.
They heard the voice of Tom Riddle's yang. 'Tom was determined to visit his father and get to know the man. He was despaired for any family he could cherish and hoped he could find love with his father.'
Arriving at the big wooden doors, Tom rang the bell. It made a shrill sound that reached far into the Mansion. Tom waited patiently before anyone would appear at the doors, taking deep breaths to calm his nerves. He was after all going to meet his father for the very first time and he wanted to make a good impression.
The wooden door opened and a maiden appeared. 'How do you do, sir? How may I be of your service?' the maiden asked politely.
'I would like to speak to Mister Riddle if that is possible.' Tom said his voice slightly trembling of nervousness.
'Who may I announce?' she asked.
'His son.' Tom stated a proud grin appearing on his face.
'Come inside.' The woman said covering her surprise and closing the door behind Tom.
'You may wait here.' She went up the marble stairs.
Tom looked around in the hall. It had a white marble floor and big glass doors with beautiful stained glass windows in it. On the walls hung paintings of ancestors and landscapes. A beautiful white marble staircase run up to the first floor where it overflow into a corridor. From the corridor you could look down to the hall. Riddle turned around to take a look at the door to see what was carved into the wood.
Suddenly he heard something shoot through the air behind him and it stabbed through his shoulder. The point of the arrow ran all the way through and came out at the other side of his shoulder. The arrow stayed there. Tom cried out in pain and cursed loudly while turning around to see who attacked him in the back.
'You filthy son of a whore!'
'You freak of nature!'
'Magical dirt! How dare you come here! It wasn't enough your mother cursed me and made me create you! I hate magic! And so I hate you! You can't trust anything that came out of that crazy bitch! I will not let you, magical freaks, trick me this time! This time I am prepared.'
'What ran you through is a poisoned magical arrow. I bought it to protect me from your kind.'
A raving Tom Riddle senior came walking down the stairs. A knife in his hands ready to stab his son with it.
Tom Riddle junior was totally shocked of what had just happened. He hadn't done anything wrong and still the man that was supposed to love him had just wounded him deadly. His left hand clinged to his wound in his right shoulder. He could cry at this moment that would be a first. He wanted so badly a family, someone who would love him. And this is what he gets. He sank down on his knees, his head hanging down in disappointment and defeat. He didn't even think to pull out his wand and protect himself. He was too stunned, hurt, disappointed and broken to care at all. When he saw a pair of feet in front of him, he looked up only to face the blazing hateful eyes of his father.
'Stand up you stupid coward! I always knew you were a bunch of weak magicians. Not even worth to walk this earth.' Riddle senior razed on.
Tom Riddle stood up slowly still clutching his wound. He was barely upright when a knife came towards him at top speed. Riddle junior quickly dodge away and was just in time to avoid the sharp blade.
But as Tom Riddle senior put so much force behind his swing, he couldn't stop.
He fall forward flat on his face and stayed still. Tom poked the man and took a step back but no reaction came. He took a step forward and turned the man around. He was met by the staring eyes of a dead man. Tom Riddle senior had fallen on his own knife and stabbed himself dead.
Tom stared dumbfounded at the man quickly realising he should get the hell out of there before anyone saw him. He kicked the door open and stumbled onto the path. He felt dizzy because of the blood loss and felt how his magic was leaving his body. He stumbled further down the path.
If I don't find a solution I'm going to die.
But his brain was already becoming foggy. He forced himself to think of ways to save his life. But found none. When he was past the gates he apparated back to orphanage right back into his room.
He fell down onto the bed blackness quickly overcoming him.
A/N: Reaching 10 reviews or no next chapter and you will never find out if Tom Riddle survives!