Author's Note: I updated again, yay! I hope you like this chapter, a few interesting things happen in it, and I think you might like it. Also, I finally finished writing my other story meaning that this is the only active story that I have, so I might update more frequently now as it is the only one I am writing for. Hope it is to your satisfaction. Enjoy!

The Experiments of Tom Marvolo Riddle – Chapter 11

Written By YT12J

"No! What do you think you're doing?" Harry yelled, watching Ron and Hermione get hit by the curse, and then stunners from Tom's wand leaving them on the floor, unconscious.

"What I had to." Tom replied. His wand was out and he was already putting the charms back up on the dormitory to make sure that nobody else came in or heard Harry yelling.

"Are you insane?" Harry shouted. "I thought you weren't going to let anybody else find out about you, why didn't you just Obliviate them?"

"Because," Tom said, "It's too risky. I know Dumbledore, if he finds the slightest hint that somebody has lost their memories, he'll do everything he can to restore them. I am not taking the risk of Dumbledore of all people finding out about me, and the curse is more than enough to stop that from happening."

Harry glared at Tom, and before any of them could comprehend what was happening he was on top of Tom, his fist drawn back, about to punch him. Just before he managed to, he felt some unseen force blast him backwards into the wall, and then release him onto the ground.

"I told you that the curse would stop you from attacking me." Muttered Tom as he brushed his robes with his hands. "Did you think I was lying about that?"

"Ow." Was all that Harry could say. Tom frowned, and then walked over to him quickly.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he examined Harry, actually seeming slightly concerned that Harry might have been injured. Harry stared at him, surprised. "Do you even care?"

Tom straightened up, a scowl suddenly upon his face. "Of course not, I merely thought that it would be quite suspicious if you were found to be injured. Now, if there is nothing seriously wrong with you –?"

Harry shook his head, and Tom immediately turned around, and walked towards the doorway, only stopping to say "When your friends recover you can explain what you want to them, it's not like you'll be able to find a way to defeat me together." Taking out his wand, he waved it without saying anything, put it away and then continued. "I've adjusted the curse slightly so that it does not stop you from speaking about me to somebody else who is also under it. Be warned though, if you find that you have been speaking ill of me then I won't be happy."

With that he walked out of the dormitory, satisfied that there was nothing else he needed to do. As if on cue both Ron and Hermione opened their eyes, and slowly got up.

"Harry, what's going on?" Asked Hermione, a confused expression on her face. They both looked him, and he hesitated.

"Well, it's kind of complicated, why don't you both sit down?"

Break

Professor Muff walked into the Headmaster's office, thinking about what he had to say to him. Professor Dumbledore greeted him with a smile. "Sit down, Alexander. Now, what is it that you wish to talk to me about?"

Muff sighed. "Professor, Snape has just been called in to Voldemort. I fear that the attack on Godric's Hollow could happen any second now."

"I see," Murmured Dumbledore, frowning slightly. "Why is it that Severus did not come to me before he answered Voldemort's call, and instead spoke to you? I would have thought that you were the last person that he would speak to."

"Indeed I am," Muff replied, "However I was the only person, save several students, nearby when he was summoned, and he said that it was too urgent to take a detour to your office."

"Thank you for informing me, Alexander." Dumbledore said. "Now we must gather our forces and do our best to counter Voldemort's attack. I must ask one thing of you however."

"What is it?" Muff asked confusedly.

"That you do not participate in this, Alexander. Voldemort will do anything to get his hands on you, thus it is much too risky for you to be there. I know that you are one of our most skilled fighters, however –"

"That's ridiculous!" Muff shouted. "I have every right to join all of you in this battle, I can't miss out on this! Like you said, I'm a skilled fighter; I can take care of myself, Dumbledore!"

"That may be so," Dumbledore began, "However Voldemort can still overpower you in a fight, and if he sees you he shall definitely forget everything and attempt to fight you."

"But –"

"No!" Dumbledore said sharply. "You are not to come with us, whether you like it or not Alexander, is this clear?"

"Yes." Muff muttered unhappily. He was still angry, but knew that he wouldn't win the argument. "I'll inform everybody to be at Godric's Hollow as soon as they can. Remus is still ill, right?"

"Indeed," Dumbledore replied, "Madame Pomfrey has informed me that he should make a full recovery within several weeks."

"And what about Sirius?" Muff asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

"No." Dumbledore said. "He is not to even find out that Voldemort is attacking Godric's Hollow. I know Sirius well enough to predict his actions in a situation like this, and it is too risky."

Muff nodded. "Okay, I'll make sure word gets around to everybody else. See you there. You will be there, right?"

"Yes, I shall definitely be there Alexander." Dumbledore replied.

"Good."

Break

Remus Lupin was in bed, sleeping. His house was located in a small village that was slightly isolated from the Wizarding World, exactly how he liked it.

He was feeling quite ill, with a fever and something else that Madame Pomfrey couldn't identify. All she could say was that it was caused by something he had eaten.

Suddenly the door was blasted off its hinges. Remus immediately woke up, and slowly raised his head, staring at the doorway. Through it walked Lord Voldemort, alone, but still unbelievably dangerous.

"No!" Remus gasped, trying to get out of bed, but his weak form stopping him. Voldemort smirked, and raised his wand. He muttered something that Remus couldn't hear, and a jet of yellow light flew out of his wand and hit him right in the chest. He collapsed onto his bed, and Voldemort walked out, his mission accomplished.

Break

Meanwhile, in Godric's Hollow, a battle was happening. Albus Dumbledore was accompanied by many Order members who were firing spells at a small army of Death Eaters. Suddenly Dumbledore felt something, and his blood went cold.

He immediately waved his wand at the Death Eaters, and took them down one by one, none of them able to stop the legendary wizard.

As the Order smiled at each other, happy for their quick victory, Dumbledore quickly spoke to all of them.

"It's a trap, Voldemort set us up. Everybody has to immediately apparated to Remus Lupin's home, the wards have gone down there and we may be too late."

He immediately apparated away without saying anything further, and the looks on their faces were replaced with shock, and then determination. Without another word, they all apparated away.

Several Weeks Later

"How is he, Madame Pomfrey?" Harry asked her as he stared at the form of Remus Lupin, one of his father's best friends.

Madame Pomfrey glanced at him and said "He'll be fine within a few days, Mr Potter, and you don't have to come in every hour to check on him. It's been several weeks; I'm starting to get tired of it!"

Harry nodded, and then left, heading towards the common room. When he got there, he found Ron, Hermione and Tom sitting down there. As usual Ron and Hermione were giving him occasional fearful glances, and didn't speak at all. They had found it hard to adjust to the fact that they knew that a young Dark Lord was in Hogwarts, and yet they couldn't tell anybody.

"Hey Harry." Said Ron as he walked in. "How's Remus?"

"He's fine." Harry replied. "Should be better in a few days. I spoke with Dumbledore as well, and he said that he was unable to identify the curse that was used on him by Voldemort."

His last words had caught Tom's interest, and he was now looking at Harry. "Really? I wonder what my future-self did, though it was probably something sneaky that you won't be able to figure out until it's too late."

"Yeah, whatever," Harry said distractedly. "As long as he's all right. But anyway, apparently Remus was 'ill' because of a potion that somebody put into his drink recently!"

"What?" Hermione gasped. "In Grimmauld Place? But then that means –"

"That somebody in the Order is a spy for Voldemort." Harry finished. "Personally I think that it's Snape, but I'm not sure. It could be anyone, except for Sirius obviously."

"Obviously." Hermione repeated. "But this means that there could be other things happening in the Order soon because of the spy. And the spy is probably leaking information to Voldemort!"

Before Harry could reply, Tom got up and said "As interesting as this conversation is, it's bed time. Let's all go!"

Harry glared at him. "We're having a conversation, and it's not even curfew yet." His sudden confidence evaporated when Tom turned to look at him and gave him a death glare. Before he could say anything, the three of them ran towards the stairs, hurriedly saying goodbyes to each other. Tom followed Harry up to their dormitory.

Break

Harry glance at the note that Dumbledore had sent him. It said:

Dear Harry,

Please come to see me in my office as soon as possible. It is an extremely Sirius matter, and I need to speak to you immediately.

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Those Cauldron Cakes are getting quite popular, aren't they?

He noted the 'Sirius' matter, and guessed that it was something to do with his godfather. He said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and then headed for the Headmaster's office.

On the way there he wondered what was so important that Dumbledore sent him a note through a student. He hoped that Sirius hadn't been attacked, after Remus' attack it would be too much.

When he got to the Gargoyle guarding the office, he muttered "Cauldron Cakes" and stepped through when it let him.

"Ah, Harry." Dumbledore greeted him. "Please, take a seat. There is an urgent matter that I need to talk to you about." When Harry sat down he continued. "Unfortunately, the Headquarters has been compromised. Somebody, presumably the spy that Voldemort has in the Order, handed Voldemort a sheet of paper that I had written on to give the location of Grimmauld Place. Voldemort attacked Grimmauld Place with his Death Eaters yesterday."

Harry sat up, suddenly a lot more interested. "What about Sirius? Is he alright?"

"Don't worry, everybody who fought the Death Eaters survived with only minor injuries. Sirius is at a temporary safe-house, also under the Fidelius Charm, but I'm afraid that this means that you have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. Normally I would say that you could stay with the Weasleys instead, but I'm afraid that while they won't deny you, they are having some problems at home, and I think it would be best if you did not disturb them."

Harry stared. "What kind of problems are they having?"

"I'm afraid that I cannot reveal that Harry, it is their personal business." Dumbledore replied. "I'm sorry that you will not see Sirius until the next summer, but I'm afraid that there is no way that it can be different."

Harry sighed. "It's alright. While I wanted to see him, I guess there's no way."

"Believe me Harry, had there been any way to make it happen –"

"It doesn't matter." Harry interrupted. "I'll just wait until next summer, I guess."

Dumbledore smiled. "I'm glad you are so accepting of this, Harry. I hoped that you would not get too upset at the idea of not seeing your godfather for a while. Also, there is something else that I need to speak to you about, which I think is slightly more serious."

"What is it?" Harry asked, wondering if this had anything to do with Tom, but knowing that it was almost impossible for that to be what it was.

"You see, I wanted to ask you when the last time you felt anything through your connection with Voldemort was, whether it be a dream, a vision, or even just a flash of what mood he's in."

Harry frowned. Come to think of it, when was the last time that had happened.

"The last time was probably in the summer. My scar's been really quiet sir, it's like our connection isn't even there."

Dumbledore frowned. "I see. That is quite confusing, mainly because I expected that you would have had some form of a vision. There is of course no way for the link to have gone completely, but it is still confusing. Do you mind if I examine your scar Harry?"

"Not really, as long as it isn't too painful for me."

"Don't worry," Dumbledore murmured, "This won't hurt, I'm just trying to scan it slightly."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at Harry, waved it, and then everything went completely black for him.

Break

Harry woke up, and saw Dumbledore standing above him. He was in the Hospital Wing, again. He felt a pain in his scar, and he guessed that Dumbledore must have done something that knocked him out by accident when he was examining it.

"Good morning Harry, how are you feeling?"

Harry groaned and then spoke, his voice slightly weak. "I'm okay I guess, how long have I been out for Professor?"

"A week." Professor Dumbledore replied. Harry sat up in shock. It couldn't have been a whole week!

"You're joking!" He said, not quite believing him. Dumbledore chuckled.

"I'm afraid not Harry. First of all, I'd just like to apologise. I have no idea what caused you to fall unconscious for a week; one of my charms must have reacted badly with your scar. And there is also something else that I would like to tell you Harry, which should hopefully lift your spirits a bit."

"What is it?" Harry asked, eager for some good news.

"Well, while you were knocked out, my charms still worked to some extent, and I was able to determine that your link with Voldemort has been dulled by an extreme amount. Madame Pomfrey has checked, and it is almost like your scar has been completely healed."

"You're kidding!" Harry said. He hated his scar, and had always hoped that his link with Voldemort would go away. "But what did it? How is it that it just went, with no explanation?"

"Well, I only have one theory Harry, but it cannot possibly be true. From what I can tell, the link that Voldemort created with you by accident transferred a part of him to you, which is why you can speak Parseltongue, and also why you share some traits with him. It seems as if he has been taking back this part from you, but the only way in which it could happen is if you are physically near him on a daily basis, which is impossible. Because this theory does not fit, I cannot say what it is that has happened."

Harry lay back down on the bed, understanding what had happened. He needed to be constantly near Voldemort for him to start taking back from Harry what he accidentally gave, so maybe if he was close enough to another version of Voldemort that version would start to take it back. Maybe Tom was slowly, without realizing it, taking a part of his future self from Harry. Maybe it would make him more powerful, maybe not. He would have to wait and see.

Author's Note: I've been planning this for a while now, so it's nice to get it out in the open that Harry's connection with Voldemort is fading away. Although, it won't be completely gone by the end of the year, it'll take more than that for it to vanish. The curse that was fired at Remus worked exactly how Voldemort wanted it to, but that won't be explained for a while, so you might want to forget about that. Also, the spy that Voldemort has in the Order probably won't be revealed until the end of the year, but I can say that it is not Snape. Anyway, please review and vote on the poll that I have created for this story. Until the next time, which I am not too sure about, but possibly tomorrow. Bye!