Disclaimer: I hold no ownership at all over the Harry Potter universe, or any of its characters.

Authors Note: I have wanted to write this story for a while now, and I finally finished the first chapter. I have not abandoned my other story, and will continue to work on that, though it is almost finished and when it does finish this story will be my first priority. Until then, there won't be many updates, if any, as I do not wish to focus on a new story and just forget my other one. Anyway, enjoy!

The Experiments of Tom Marvolo Riddle – Chapter 1

Written By YT12J

Tom Riddle had always loved to learn. As a child, in the orphanage he so greatly despised, he would learn as much as he could, whether the subject was Maths, Science, or History, he would always want to learn more. This is what turned him into the bright young man he was in his Hogwarts days, a top student, getting higher marks than all of the others with extreme ease. He was always a fan of experimenting as well, whether it was combining some potion ingredients in a cauldron and creating a new potion, or attempting to create a new spell using his extensive knowledge on spell crafting.

However, it was on this day that he did one of his most wild, and crazy experiments yet, one that he knew was extremely risky, and could end with his death, but he still attempted for he could not resist, considering the amazing discovery he would have made if the results were good.

Tom smirked as he recalled taking books out of the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. It had been easy enough to convince that fool, Slughorn, to provide him with a slip that would allow him to roam the restricted section unquestioned. He hadn't even needed to sneak in at the middle of the night and lose his sleep several times, which made the whole thing much easier for him, especially seeing as he may have given up on this if he had needed to go to all of the trouble of sneaking books out of the restricted section.

These books, however, were restricted for a very good reason, an even better reason than most of the other horrifying books that were actually in the restricted section. The books that Tom had out were on time travel. This was something that he had always wondered about; even before he found out that he was a wizard. He had always dreamed of going to the future, and seeing himself in the future, towering above all others, and not a worry in the world.

Of course, that was back when he was but a child, and had not grown up enough to see that there were other possibilities that could emerge from time travel. This was the exact reason that he was planning to attempt it himself.

He had it all worked out; there was an abandoned house that he could use for the process, he had already used some books to figure out how he would do it. It took him several months, but he had finished with it by the summer holidays. A perfect time for him to disappear for a while. It was unlikely that Mrs Cole would actually care if he left, in fact, she would be jumping in joy at his absence. He could spend some time in the future, and come back to his time after finding out what the future was like in enough detail, and some other specific things he wanted to know. He couldn't be sure that when he returned, he would return to the time he chose, exactly why the summer holidays were ideal.

As he walked down the road on which the house was that he planned to use, the only house that was empty and suitable for miles, he glanced to his left. There, on the edge of the road, was a sign that was overflowing with graffiti. He presumed that it was the name of the road, so out of curiosity, he squinted at it. It read:

PRIVET DRIVE

Continuing on, he headed for the abandoned house, which was apparently number 4. His location, when the process had finished, (if he succeeded) would be 4 Privet Drive, August 10th, 1995.

Harry sighed. He had received another letter from Ron, and this letter was just the same as all the others that he had received so far this summer. It clearly stated that he was having fun, and was with Hermione and some others, but that he could not tell him anything else. It was so frustrating for Harry, having to read these letters, while he was in his small bed, in the smallest room, at his least favourite place in the world, with his least favourite people in the world. Even worse, he had just gone through a dementor attack, and Ron and Hermione didn't even mention it!

"Boy! Get down here this minute! Your chores aren't finished!" The sound of his uncle yelling at him practically blasted the door open, motivating Harry to, with great reluctance, get up and see how bad a chore he was in for.

The moment he got downstairs, his Uncle stomped over towards him, the ground shaking from his rage, and obesity. Harry could tell that something had angered him at work that day, due to the fact that he was never this angry, even towards Harry.

Before Vernon could even open his mouth, there was a loud gasp from behind him. He turned around, and both he and Harry stared at the sight. Right in front of Aunt Petunia was what could only be described as a very miniature tornado, blasted apart everything in close proximity to it. He could see Dudley climbing the stairs in terror, and frankly, Harry could not blame him. Whatever it was, it seemed to reek of evil and darkness, and Harry couldn't help but deduct that wizards were responsible for this strange phenomenon that he could not identify.

While they stood there, frozen in fear, and shock, it seemed to take a shape. The tornado seemed to die down, leaving a teenage boy, around the age of sixteen by the looks of it. He was dressed in Hogwarts robes, and in shock, Harry succeeded in identifying the person, not that it was particularly difficult.

"Tom! Tom Riddle!"

Tom felt an unbelievable amount of pain as he travelled forwards through time. It felt like he was being taken apart, and his whole body was swirling. Finally, when it seemed to finish, he opened his eyes, only to see an extremely obese man, a long necked woman, and an extremely skinny teenage boy who seemed to be around the same age as him.

"Tom! Tom Riddle!"

As he heard these words, his eyes widened in surprise. He immediately pulled his wand out of his pocket, and brandished it at the man and woman. Their eyes widened, but before they could even scream, he had stunned them. Turning to the boy, he waved his wand and disarmed him before he could even reach his.

Harry lunged for his wand as it was ripped out of his pocket, but it was flying into the others hand before he could do anything. Glaring at him, he tried to think of some other way to take him down, but could not think of anything. With both his and Harry's wands, he could not be stopped, not without another's help anyway.

"How do you know my name, boy? You are obviously a wizard, but that still does not explain how somebody around fifty years in the future could possibly recognize me."

Still processing the words, Harry realized what the other had said, and what he had implied. "You're from the past? You travelled in time? How could you have possibly done that?"

Glaring at him, Tom replied "I am the one with the wand here. I shall be asking the questions. I repeat, how is it that some random boy in the future knows me, or at least by sight."

Harry swallowed nervously, not sure what to say that wouldn't get him tortured then killed. He couldn't exactly reveal things about the future to somebody who had travelled through time, but then again, Tom was right. He was the one with both of their wands, and therefore it would be a good idea for Harry to say what he needed to so that he could get out of this alive.

"Well, it's kind of complicated" Harry practically shouted, hoping that maybe one of the people that were guarding him would hear and inform Dumbledore. "Would you like me to – "

"Speak any louder, and I cut out your tongue. I am no fool. Nobody is coming to help you, so you might as well spill it."

Sighing, Harry gave up on attempting to attract somebodies attention, and decided that it would be in his best interest to say what the other wanted to hear. "Well, in my second year at Hogwarts, the chamber of secrets was opened, and people got petrified by the basilisk. I managed to find the chamber, and discovered that it was your diary that possessed a student and made her open the chamber and unleash the basilisk. I killed it as soon as I went to the chamber, and destroyed your diary with one of its fangs – "

"YOU DID WHAT? CRUCIO!"

Harry screamed as the curse stuck him, and once again, he felt like there were a thousand knives stabbing into his body. The pain was unbearable, and he would have lost his mind soon if Tom had not eventually stopped the curse. Harry collapsed, unable to breathe properly, whimpering as he felt the after effects of the torture curse. He definitely didn't feel like mentioning first year now.

"Let me get this straight. You destroyed my diary? Did you have any idea of its value, and how much it means to me, in ways that you cannot understand?"

Harry merely attempted to glare at him, his throat too worn out from screaming to form a response. He had a really bad feeling about what the teenage Dark Lord in front of him would do next, but he hoped that he was wrong. 'Please Dumbledore, get here and help me!'

Tom suddenly smirked, making Harry feel even more scared than he was before. "What is your name, boy?" Harry stared at him in surprise, not expecting that, then replied saying

"My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

"Well, Harry Potter, you are going to regret even looking at my diary. I shall not kill you though, don't be afraid of that. I have a better idea."

Harry frowned, wondering what the teenager could be planning, and how badly it would turn out for him when he did it. Seeing the other raise his wand, he immediately flinched, and then heard him shout a spell that Harry had never heard of before.

"Abscondes!"

Immediately, a jet of white light shot out of Tom's wand, and struck Harry before he could attempt to jump out of the way, so as not to get hit by it. It had no effect that he could immediately sense, but then he realized that there was something funny going on in his brain, though he could not tell what.

Tom smirked again, seeing Harry's discomfort at being unable to detect any effect from the spell. "I am not surprised that you did not recognize this spell. It is highly dark, and also illegal, though not many know of it. Its purpose is to stop someone from mentioning the caster to anyone other than him, forcing them to keep the caster a complete secret. It also has the delightful side effect of stopping them from attacking the caster. This should ensure that my time here will be kept a secret, and that you will not attempt to attack me in any way."

Harry stared at Tom, shocked. This meant several things. First of all, if the spell had really worked (which was really likely considering who had cast it) then he had no way of informing Dumbledore that Tom Riddle, of all people, had travelled through time. This also gave off the implication that Tom was going to be staying here for a while, which made Harry even more terrified at the thought of more Cruciatus curses being cast on him.

"Does that – does that mean that you're staying here for a while?" Harry forced this out with the little bit of courage that he had, hoping desperately that Tom's answer would be negative. Unfortunately, Tom's grin did nothing to oppose his worries. "Oh yes, Harry. Not only will I be staying here with you for a while, but as soon as your holidays are over, I shall be going to Hogwarts with you, taking precautions to make sure that I am not discovered by anyone."

At hearing this, Harry groaned internally. There wasn't anything he could think of doing that would stop Riddle, as he was too powerful. This would probably be an even weirder time at Hogwarts than usual. Sensing movement out of the corner of his eyes, he watched in horror as the stunners on his Aunt and Uncle finally wore off, and they slowly got up, staring at Tom in fear.

"I sense that you two are nothing but muggles, not-magicals if you would prefer. That means that you can be my servants while I stay here. If you wish to survive my visit, then you will immediately go and prepare a meal for me, to satisfy my hunger. Go!" They immediately nodded fearfully, and rushed off to the kitchen, though in Uncle Vernon's case, it was more that he was plodding along, trying to keep up, but his fat keeping him behind.

Tom then turned to Harry. "As for you, go and prepare a bed for me. It shall be in your room as I wish to keep an eye on you. And if you attempt to contact one of the people who are obviously guarding you, I shall know, and you shall taste my wrath again."

Harry just nodded, and walked off to find a mattress somewhere. He had no idea what to do now. He didn't doubt that Tom would be able to tell if he contacted somebody guarding him, so he wasn't planning on doing that. Instead, he needed to find a different way to sort this situation out before it got out of hand.

Authors Note:So, the next chapter shall probably continue from the morning after. I just want to say, this story is not going to be a slash in anyway, but shall develop a friendship between the two of them. Anyway, please review if you can, and stick around for the next chapter, though it won't be out for a while.