Authors Note: I said that I probably wouldn't update, and I was kinda telling the truth, as this isn't a genuine update. It is just to fill the gap, as I thought you would appreciate some sort of chapter, however short it may be. Enjoy!

The Experiments of Tom Marvolo Riddle – Chapter 2

Written By YT12J

Tom was still awake as he sat on the hurriedly prepared bed that was in the same room as Harry's. Originally, he had planned to not interact with anybody at all (barring his future self), but as his arrival had been witnessed by two muggles, and, unfortunately for him, a wizard, he had been forced to stay in that house to keep an eye on them.

'Muggles.' He thought of the word with extreme hate. They were nothing but filth, not even worthy enough to lick the ground that wizards walked upon. They were even worse than mudbloods, and mudbloods are bad enough, with their supposedly superior personalities, and weak imitations of spells. He wanted nothing more than for all mudbloods that occupy the world to perish. It was his lifetime goal, to at least get rid of as much filth as he possibly could.

As for Harry, he wasn't too worried about what the boy might do. Tom trusted the curse that he had used on Harry, and had full confidence that Harry would not be able to find a way to reveal Tom's presence to anybody. He was also curious about Harry's apparent guards. Why would the boy have wizards guarding him in a muggle neighbourhood? He was obviously somebody who needed to be kept safe, judging by the amount he seemed to know about his future, and even past, self. Perhaps he was another weapon that the light side planned to use, to train him until he was ready to fight the Dark Forces.

But Tom was not concerned. The boy did not even seem remotely powerful, and therefore Tom did not view him as a threat to his safety. He was just more worried about how powerful Dumbledore would have become after this much time. He was the real threat. The man who had managed to see through him, the only person to even suspect him of releasing the Basilisk from the chamber. He was the person that Tom needed to think about, and plan against. It would be even worse if Dumbledore was somehow involved with training and protecting the boy.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Harry casually walked in. A little too casually for his liking, so Tom was instantly suspicious. "What did you do?"

Harry attempted to show surprise at the question, but failed miserably. It was obvious that he had expected it, and this further increased Tom's suspicions. "I didn't do anything. Your curse made sure of that." He muttered bitterly.

Tom suddenly noticed the odd manner in which Harry was clutching his arm, or more specifically, his right hand. "Come here." He ordered. Harry knew better than to disobey, and so walked slowly towards him. Tom stretched out an arm, and pulled Harry's hand towards him.

Harry winced slightly as Tom turned it over, and looked at the various cuts that were on the top of his hand. As he looked, he felt triumphant. The adjustment that he had made to the spell had worked perfectly. "Let that be a lesson to you. Do not attempt to defy my orders. Next time, my wand shall inflict the pain upon you. And believe me, what I have in mind won't be pretty."

Harry simply nodded miserably, and then walked towards his bed. He stopped in front of it, and bending to the ground, he removed what appeared to be a loose floorboard. As Tom moved closer to look, he saw various cakes and biscuits. 'Why does he have food hidden in his room? It makes no sense.' Clearing his throat, Tom spoke.

"Is there a reason as to why you appear to have smuggled food into your room?"

At hearing this, Harry turned around and said "Mind your own business, Riddle."

Tom was not happy with this response; in fact he was outright furious. As he took his wand out of his pocket, Harry looked on in fear, aware that if he attempted to do anything, the curse would prevent it. He also did not want to try and test it, as the result would undoubtedly be painful.

"Crucio!"

For the second time that day, Harry was practically flung across the floor, screaming in pain as Tom mercilessly tortured him. After several long minutes, the curse stopped, and Harry managed to slowly pull himself back into a standing position.

"Perhaps you'll be more willing to tell me now."

Harry just nodded, and after he relaxed for a couple of seconds, he muttered "The Dursleys don't give me enough food, so my friends sometimes send me some to help out. I have to hide it in my room because if they found out, they would not be happy."

At hearing this, Tom's head snapped up, having not expected the answer. So, the muggles thought that they could get away with abusing a wizard, did they? Anger was the only emotion that Tom could feel, and intending to teach a lesson to the muggles, he murmured "Wait here. You put one toe outside of the room... Well, use your imagination. I need to have a word with these animals you call family."

Harry gulped, but after a second Cruciatus, wisely kept his mouth shut. After surveying Harry for a few seconds, Tom immediately moved towards the door. As soon as it slammed shut, Harry collapsed onto his bed, the Cruciatus having taken a lot out of him. Looking towards the door, he started to hear something from downstairs that sounded suspiciously like screaming. He closed his eyes, laid down on his bed, hoping that the Dursleys would at least survive the encounter, as much as he may despise them for his early childhood.

Harry's last conscious thought was 'Please Dumbledore. Come here, and get rid of that psychopath. I can't imagine how horrible this will get.'

Ten Minutes Later

Tom softly opened the door, having already guessed that Harry would probably be asleep, especially after a Cruciatus. He had no intention of waking him up. As much as he may despise the boy for slaughtering the Basilisk, he could sympathize with him at the same time. Tom had also suffered abuse at the hands of many muggles. He smirked. That was until he discovered how much better he was than them.

The torturing of the muggles had been quite... Amusing. While he may be slightly touched in the head, he didn't enjoy the torture of others as much as his peers would think. It would usually get boring after a while, therefore eliminating the main reason as to why he tortured people in the first place. However, he had felt great satisfaction at the torture of the muggles, mainly because of the fact that it reminded him of how he would torture the others that occupied the orphanage. The same people who beat him up, stole his stuff, and insulted him in ways that actually made him cry at night. That was until he had discovered magic.

Tom slowly got into bed, not caring about the fact that he was wearing his day clothes instead of his pyjamas. He had plans for tomorrow, plans that involved him finding out information about the neighborhood for his own personal interests. He would have to be discrete though, as if he was caught by any of Harry's guards, then his entire mission would be compromised. That wasn't to say that he couldn't take them on, it was just that if people knew that he was present in this time, then he wouldn't be able to do anything that he had intended to.

His thoughts overwhelming his mind, he finally fell asleep, reminding himself to keep an eye out for any suspicious happenings at night. He couldn't take any risks.

The Next Morning

Harry was currently eating breakfast at the dining table. Tom was nowhere to be seen, not that Harry was complaining. He preferred eating on his own (The Dursleys were off at a business convention - Seemed more like Tom) especially when there were evil psychopaths who could have been eating with him.

Suddenly, he heard some sort of muffled bang near the front door. His heart thumping rapidly in his chest, he immediately got up, and got his wand out. He doubted that Tom would risk making so much noise, as he didn't seem to want to attract the attention of anybody. As he walked towards the door, he suddenly heard voices.

"Where's Potter, I wonder. The Death Eaters probably got to him before we did."

"Honestly Mad-Eye, you're more paranoid than Fudge, and that is an achievement that they give out plaques for."

"I'm just saying, Lupin, I knew that there was a traitor in our midst. Must've been that Fletcher kid, the criminal who's always giving us trouble. I knew there was something odd about him leaving Potter to the dementors."

Harry opened the door, and came face to face with the same old scarred, paranoid, Auror. "Nope, I'm still here, Professor Moody."

"Don't move, Death Eater." Moody practically yelled. "Teipsum exhiber!"

Harry flinched, expecting the worst, but fortunately Moody's spell washed over him, leaving him unblemished, and normal.

"Oh, sorry about that Potter, but had to check."

Harry could see Remus Lupin shaking his head silently, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

"Anyway, no time to chat, we're here to take you to a secure location. Go and pack your things, and bring your broom."

Harry felt a surge of relief, but then suddenly, behind the extremely odd pink haired witch who was standing there silently, as were most of the group, Tom appeared. He must have cast a spell so that only Harry could see him, as nobody else seemed to, and then to Harry's shock, he mouthed something.

'I'm coming with you."

Authors Note: So, short, but like I said, not a proper update. I am also working on a oneshot based on the Basilisk, and its life, and it should be out relatively soon. In the meanwhile, why not check out my other story? Please Review, even if you hated it. Until the next time, which may not be for a while.