So last chapter somebody reviewed saying they thought my chapter was kind of rushed. I agree with that, because I always seem to feel that way when I'm writing, but unfortunately that user was an anonymous guest so I couldn't message them, so do any of you have any good pacing techniques? I don't care for stories that take multitudes of chapters for anything to happen, but slowing down a bit would probably improve things.
Warning for the beginning of this chapter – implications of (technically) solo sexual acts, with a dub-con feel to it. The graphic scenes can be found on Hpfandom or Ao3; links to both accounts are in my profile.
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Harry very recently decided that having a Dark Lord in your head was highly irritating; perhaps the most irritating thing possible, in fact.
He cast his mind back to what Riddle had told him.
"I have inserted enough of my soul inside of you that I can access your mind without causing any other effects. Once you've given me my body, I'll call the soul segment back to me. Until then I shall be making myself comfortable inside your mind. Curious; this wasn't what either of us thought when I expressed desire to be inside of you."
Harry had cringed at that.
It turned out that he could only hear Riddle when the man wanted to be heard, yet he could hear Harry's thoughts any time he liked. Despite his best Occlumency shields, for a skilled Legilimens like Riddle to be at such close proximity to his thoughts, the shields were basically pointless.
The whole situation was infuriating, and it hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet. Riddle criticised him at every thought he disagreed with, and tended to angrily curse any Muggle-born who came into contact with him, even if it was something as simple as walking past him.
Harry hadn't managed to sleep much in the night; Riddle's combined tactics of complaining about the hours people unnecessarily slept for, and being in close proximity to blood-traitors and those with Muggle blood mixed in their veins kept him awake a while. When Riddle mentioned how easy it would be to manipulate Harry's mind in his sleep, the Gryffindor forced himself to stay awake until exhaustion overtook him.
The following morning, Harry awoke groggily; his eyes were open yet his mind hadn't really caught up to anything at all yet. All he was really aware of was a stirring in his lower regions. He reached a hand down, pleasing himself until he came with a cry; one that was caused by both pleasure and horror.
For as his mind was overcome by lust, he heard a voice say 'faster', and then he found himself staring into the face of the pleased Tom Riddle who was haunting his mind.
To say he was horrified would be an understatement.
"What the Hell?" he hissed into his mind. Riddle simply tutted.
"Muggle curses are vile; you should learn to watch your tongue or you'll cross the wrong people," the voice answered, ignoring Harry's main concern, clearly on purpose.
"I don't care," Harry growled. "How; why did you make me do that? I know Voldemort is evil and doesn't feel remorse or anything, but I never thought he'd resort to forcing himself on a minor."
"I didn't force you to do anything; you did it all yourself. It felt good, didn't it?"
"Up until I found out you were controlling me; it was basically what your hand wanted to be doing," Harry retorted angrily, but Riddle laughed coldly, infuriating Harry further.
"Are you going to report me, Harry?" Riddle said mockingly. "Will you tell the Ministry a part of Voldemort's soul is inside your mind and made you touch yourself?"
Unfortunately the man had a point, twisted as it was. Harry sincerely hoped Draco would arrange for them to go to the Ministry before nightfall. He could not stand another like the previous, especially if the wakeup call was the same.
He blanched at the thought.
"I suppose I wouldn't mind waiting a few more days for you to free me," Riddle continued. "I have many ideas for what we can try. You can't avoid sleep forever."
It was almost as if Riddle knew what he was going to think before he did.
He vowed to try and ignore the Dark wizard for the rest of the day, though it proved very difficult considering the man was apparently rather listless, and his favoured entertainment proved to be talking to, or rather irritating, Harry.
Riddle did have his bonuses however, as he was rather helpful in lessons; his Transfiguration work was the best in the class, though even impressing the stern McGonagall wasn't enough to forgive Riddle for earlier. Harry was particularly pleased when the man disagreed with the notes the Half-Blood Prince textbook had stated in Potions, and Harry and the mysterious author turned out to be right. This displeased Riddle, and sent him into silence for a blissful half hour afterwards, until he returned with his own theories about the potion.
"Well I'm not testing the theories for you," Harry had told the voice bitterly.
He had returned to his dorm room to collect an Ancient Runes textbook, just to keep up appearances with Draco in the library. He shoved his Invisibility Cloak and the diadem into his bag too, just in case he needed them. He sensed Riddle stirring as he grabbed the Cloak, but the man said nothing, something Harry found somewhat suspicious.
As he opened the door to leave his dorm, he found himself face to face with Seamus Finnigan.
"Ah, Harry, just the guy I wanted," Seamus said with a goofy grin.
"Err, okay; what do you need?" Harry asked, hoping Seamus wouldn't take too much of his time.
To his surprise, the sandy-haired boy blushed slightly and averted his eyes.
"Well, I was just wondering if you'd mind if I asked your sister out," Seamus told him, gaining back the confidence the boy usually had in excess.
"No, I don't mind. Why did you need to ask me first?" Harry asked curiously.
"You've seen how Ron's been with Dean ever since he started to date Ginny; there's too much tension in our dorm and I didn't want anymore."
"Ah, well, no, I don't mind. If anything, it will make Heather more bearable," Harry said. Heather had been desperate to date an 'older boy' for ages. If Lily heard then she'd be in trouble, of course, but Harry was in no rush to tell on her.
"Great, I'll go and ask her now," the Irish boy said, grinning widely.
"Remember she's fourteen so keep it clean," Harry shouted after the boy, pleased he had somewhat carried out his duty as an older brother.
Harry eventually made it to the library, where Draco was sat with Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.
"They're in on it too," Draco explained upon seeing Harry's questioning expression, "though they shan't be coming with us."
"I may owe you, Draco, but you shouldn't have expected me to ask no questions," Pansy said, laughing lightly.
"This is the company you should be keeping," Riddle said approvingly. "Much better than those hormonal fools in Gryffindor towers; why I thought they were bad back in my day."
"Yes, they're the ones who are overly hormonal," Harry retorted sarcastically, unwillingly casting his mind back to the morning.
"Where's the Weasley girl today, Potter?" Blaise asked, looking at Harry sharply. He reminded Harry a bit of Tom, able to intimidate with a simple look.
"I dunno," Harry said with a shrug, ignoring Riddle reprimanding him for talking uncouthly. The Dark Wizard wasn't particularly threatening as a voice in his head; he wouldn't dare ignore Riddle in person. "Probably arguing with Dean; seems every time I see her she's upset over him."
"Well what does she expect dating a Mudblood?" Pansy tutted, while Blaise and Draco nodded in agreement. "That's why Daphne and I never argue."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise; he hadn't known Pansy liked girls; though Pansy was known as the most ruthless gossiper in school, and she had a vindictive mean streak; anybody who tried to say anything against her would immediately feel her wrath.
"Well, you and Daphne don't do much talking, do you?" Draco added, lip curling.
Pansy smirked. "At least I'm getting some, dear," she retorted coolly.
"Sit down, Potter, you'll draw attention to us," Blaise hissed quietly, and Harry obeyed, drawing a chair.
"We'll go tomorrow," Draco announced, getting back to the subject at hand. He lowered his voice so they all had to lean in to hear. "Pansy's father will allow us to Floo into his office, though he said things have become different at the Ministry recently. He wouldn't say much on the topic in case of letter interception, but The Dark Lord has taken some control over the Ministry, and has done so under the radar of the outside Wizarding World."
"Can't we go tonight?" Harry asked quickly, imaging the glee Riddle must be feeling.
"No, we're going tomorrow," Draco repeated. "Unless you'd rather ask Lord Riddle, then be my guest." He sat back smirking, knowing full-well Harry had no other choice.
"A group of us is going to play Suits tonight; you should join us," Pansy offered.
Suits was a card game, quite similar to the Muggle game Go Fish, where the player had to collect the numbers in each suit by trading with others. Of course the suits were different in Wizarding card sets, with dragons, pixies, unicorns and goblins instead of the Muggle alternatives.
"Yes, we beat you at Quidditch already, we may as well add card games to the list," Draco said with a smirk, making Blaise roll his eyes.
"Err, who else will be there?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"The three of us, Daphne and Theo," Draco told him, "Bring Lovegood with you."
"Bring the Weasley girl too," Pansy added, sending an amused glance in Blaise's direction. "The more of you we beat, the better."
"What about me?" a female voice sounded behind them, and they turned to see Ginny looking plenty amused, though her eyes did linger questionably on the unconventional group.
"Do you want to play Suits with some Slytherin's later?" Harry asked the red-head who nodded enthusiastically.
"So long as there's something in it for us if we win," Ginny answered, taking a seat beside Harry.
"I didn't take you for a gambler, Weasley," Blaise smirked.
"Surely you don't even have enough money to gamble with," Draco added coldly, but Ginny didn't take the bait.
"How about, if one of us non-Slytherin's wins, you have to give one of you to be a slave for one of us for a day, and vice versa," the youngest Weasley suggested, and the Slytherins looked rather impressed. Even Riddle had nothing critical to say.
"Deal, Weasley, I'll draw the contract up later. As it's your suggestion you'll be down to be the slave when you lose," Pansy said, blowing on a fingernail.
"Fine, but you can be the slave for Slytherin then, seeing as you're so sure we'll lose," Ginny replied, and Pansy nodded with a sneer.
The dark-haired girl did open her mouth to reply, but a shrill voice cut her off.
"Harry, Harry, guess what?" Heather Potter said excitedly, running over to him at their table. Madame Pince immediately popped her head round the corner at them and hushed at them threateningly.
"What?" Harry asked, though he had a vague idea where she was going with this.
"Seamus asked me out," she grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "He asked me to join him for dinner tonight, and we're going to go to the next Hogsmede weekend together too."
"Oh wow," Ginny interrupted before Harry could reply. "Maybe me and Dean could go on a double-date with you." Harry could hear the sarcasm in her voice.
"As if," Heather said dismissively. "Oh, but can you believe it Harry? You can't say a word to Mum though because she'll freak out. I'll have to beg Severus not to say anything to her either. Oh, there's Lyra; I need to go tell her the news."
With that said the overjoyed girl ran skipped off to her friend.
"I don't care much for your sister," Riddle stated, and the expressions on the other's faces suggested similar thoughts from everyone.
After that they worked in a comfortable silence, until the time came for them to go their separate ways.
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Luna had been more than happy to join them for some games, although she was truly bad at it, preferring to play with the cards than actually play Suits.
Harry ended up joining her building castles and bridges and the likes.
Despite not being very good at the game, all of the students had actually been getting on well; Harry had never spoken to Theo before, and he was quieter than Harry himself, but he was polite enough. Daphne was rather similar to Pansy, though perhaps friendlier, and she held Pansy's hand the entire night.
Riddle had been bored the whole time, and had been suspiciously quiet, so Harry hated to think what he might be planning.
The game had now dwindled down into a match between Ginny and Pansy, both furiously competing to ensure they wouldn't have to work for the other for a day. Ginny was exceptionally good at the game, and Pansy was clearly feeling slightly hustled, as she had fierce determination mixed with slight worry etched onto her features.
Draco sat down beside Luna, and to Harry it looked like he was fighting her urge to knock down her card pile. Luna seemed to notice to, because she smiled at the blond and moved her hand away so Draco would have free access, but Draco seemed to be able to contain himself.
"I suppose," Draco started, looking utterly defeated. "We could go tonight; we'd have much less risk of being caught."
"Great," Harry said, wanting to hug Draco in gratitude.
Pansy's screech caught their attention for a moment, as it turned out Ginny had won the game.
"Even better; now I can watch Pansy slave around after the Weaslette all day tomorrow," the blond Slytherin sneered.
"Be careful, Harry," Luna said gently. "If you're going where I think you're going, don't allow them to convince you of anything."
"Umm, okay," Harry said, not entirely sure what she meant.
"You stay careful too, Draco," she added, placing her hand gently over Draco's. The boy stared at their connected hands for a moment, before shaking it off and standing.
"Let's go then; I don't want to be kept up all night by you," he said, gesturing for Harry to stand with him.
Harry said goodbye to Luna and the others and followed Draco from the room.
"I was rather hoping for another night with you, Harry," Riddle said mockingly. "I had such plans."
"I'm sure a body will be a lot better," Harry answered, and he shuddered as a course of pleasure; not his, ran through his veins.
"So what exactly are your plans?" Draco asked once they arrived in a private Slytherin room; the Head Boy's office from the looks of things.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Harry answered honestly.
Draco just tapped his foot impatiently.
"I need to go to the Department of Mysteries, to see the Veil," Harry continued, and Draco's eyes widened.
"Why are you going there? It's dangerous! I'll take you to the area, but I'm not stepping foot near that thing," Draco exclaimed, forcibly grabbing the Floo powder and throwing it into the flames.
"Paulinus Parkinson's office, Ministry of Magic," Draco called, and Harry repeated the words afterwards, stumbling into a scowling Draco as he arrived.
"Watch it," Draco hissed, "you're getting ashes on my robes."
Harry rolled his eyes, and pulled his Invisibility Cloak from his bag.
"Shall we use this? It's extra cover," Harry asked, and Draco eyed the Cloak jealously before nodding.
"Father would never buy me one of these," the blond said bitterly.
They made their way silently through the vast Ministry of Magic. Draco seemed to know exactly which way to go, which was incredibly useful.
Despite being night, there were still some signs of life in the Ministry, though so far these had been heard and not seen.
It was once they neared the main Atrium that the signs of life really became clear.
A large number of masked Death Eaters were stood in a circle, with a group of Ministry workers inside. Voldemort was stood with his wand aimed at the group, and a white mist was overcoming the people while the Death Eaters laughed.
"What are they doing?" he asked Draco quietly.
"Mass Imperius," Draco answered, sounding horrified. "It's meant to be impossible to pull off correctly, but the Dark Lord seems to be having no trouble."
"Of course, the night staff are the lowlifes of the Ministry; they don't care about their safety nearly half as much as the day staff, yet putting them under his control can have a most damaging effect," Riddle mused aloud, and Harry nodded.
He cast his gaze across the room, and stifled a gasp as Tom's eyes locked with his. His expression suggested he knew Harry was there, and more worryingly, Harry couldn't tell what the expression was. Fortunately Voldemort seemed to be more focused on the workers.
"Let's go," he hissed to Draco, who nodded and hurriedly moved along.
Harry could feel Tom's unwavering gaze on his back as they left the Atrium.
"He knows of my presence in your mind; doubtlessly he'll follow you as soon as he has the chance," Riddle said warningly.
Their pace became faster as they neared their destination, and they eventually arrived at the shining black tiled entrance hall.
"There are no Protection Charms to the rooms you require here; if you truly need a room you shall be allowed access," Riddle explained, as the boys easily made their way to the Chamber of Death.
Draco stopped by the very edge of the room.
"I'm not going any further," he said firmly. "I wouldn't recommend you get to close; you falling in shan't reflect well on me."
"I'm not going to fall in," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
He moved out from the cover of the Cloak, and clasped the diadem in his hands.
The whispering from the Veil seemed louder than ever, and he slowly walked towards the object, trying to stop the images flashing in his mind of Sirius falling.
He stopped right by the edge, reaching a hand out to simply ghost over the flowing mist.
"What are you doing?" he heard Draco hiss, "suicide is highly frowned upon."
"I'm not committing suicide, but I need to go inside. I'll be back soon," Harry said, and with a deep breath he stepped forward, leaving Draco's gasp and hurried footsteps behind.
As he passed through, a strange sense of coldness washed over him, and the world seemed to disintegrate away, leaving him in a dark void.
He looked down at himself; a murky white glow surrounded his body, a dark grey shade pulsing alongside it, and an even darker shade was just visible amongst the glow.
Whispers were suddenly all around, but he could see nobody. Riddle was saying nothing, and Harry was terrified he had failed and he was now trapped forever.
A figure started to appear before him, fading in to a body with a light grey blur around it.
"We have not had one of your kind for many years, and you are the worst of all, with two disfigurements on your soul," the figure spoke; it's voice gravelly and deep. "You are not welcome here; leave."
"I have something," Harry said quickly, holding up the diadem. "It's a Horcrux; the book said you-"
The figure snatched the diadem away from him before he could finish his sentence. He turned the jewellery over, fingers exploring each part of it.
"The soul inside here is very dark; why are you so willing to trade with us for it?" the voice asked, and the whispering stopped.
"The soul forced itself upon the child's own soul," a female voice spoke this time, a figure appearing with a pure white glow. Even with the hard to distinguish features, she appeared to be incredibly beautiful, even after death. "With it's body returned, it shall leave the child be."
"It must have realised," the male voice argued. "It already houses part of another's soul."
"I don't have anyone else's soul in me," Harry said quietly, and both the glowing forms stared directly at him, unblinking.
"The grey you see is not your soul, my child," the woman said softly. "It belongs to another; a young one who has committed murder."
Harry stared down at the glow around him, watching as the grey pulsed around the lighter colour, trying to take it over. What could that even mean?
"We accept your trade," the male voice said at last. "We shall return you and the soul to the realm of the living."
"Wait," Harry cried, holding a hand up. "My Godfather fell through here a few months ago; is he here?"
The man looked at the woman who nodded, and as they disappeared, another, much more familiar figure appeared.
Harry ran forward to hug Sirius' form, but his arms fell through the figure, making Harry fall to the floor with a thump.
Sirius crouched down, placing a ghostly hand near his cheek. The icy chill radiating off the hand gave Harry comfort.
"I'm sorry, Harry, my little Prongslet, forgive me for leaving you," Sirius said softly.
"Can't you come back with me?" Harry asked desperately. "Please, Sirius, I miss you so much."
He felt tears freeze on his cheeks, and the ache of losing Sirius was once again so fresh.
"I'm sorry, young one," he heard the female say from the shadows. "His soul is entrapped here forever; we shall take care of him for you."
"Your time is running out," the man interrupted. "Your presence will taint us. Say your final goodbyes."
"You'll tell them all I love them right?" Sirius asked urgently. "Tell them I'm sorry I left them, and tell Remus he'll always be mine, and I want him to move on and be happy." Harry nodded, trying to control his shaking form. "And you stay strong for me, Harry. I've accepted my death; I've found peace here. Stay strong for me."
The dark void began to shake and shatter, and the whispers started to fade away.
"I will, Sirius, I will; I'll always love you."
He felt ghostly lips against his forehead, and then a force was pulling him backwards, taking him away and into the light.
He landed roughly on the ground, a heavier figure landing on top of him, who was looking all too pleased with his position. Riddle placed a hand out over Harry's forehead, and Harry yelled as he felt a surge of pain, like he was literally having Riddle's soul ripped out of him.
"What in Salazar's-?" Draco shouted, and with surprising force the blond had marched to the pair and shoved Riddle off of Harry.
"You'll do well to watch yourself, boy," the man snarled; yes, Riddle was definitely a lot more terrifying in person. As a voice he was harmless, as a memory he was somewhat creepy but still easy to look at, but now he had a body and likely his magic back, he was the worst parts of Tom and Voldemort combined.
"Who are you?" Draco growled, pulling Harry from the ground, while the Gryffindor wiped away the tears that were still falling.
"My name is Tom Riddle, but I suppose that is taken now. Marvolo Slytherin is how you shall refer to me; Slytherin's heir who will carry out his true destiny," Riddle, or rather Marvolo stated. "Of course, you must be a Malfoy; you look much like Abraxas. Pity you will have to die."
"What?" Harry and Draco both yelled, not caring who they attracted now.
"I shall take that," Marvolo said, ignoring their protests, and he lunged forward, snatching Draco's wand from his grasp.
Harry immediately drew his and cast a Stunning Spell, the first cast that came to mind, but Marvolo quickly formed a denfensive shield around him.
With a flick of the wand he summoned the Invisibility Cloak to him.
"I don't suppose you knew you owned one of the Deathly Hallows, did you, Harry?" the Dark wizard said mockingly, fingering the soft material of the Cloak.
"That's just a story," Harry said, wondering why Tom could seem so sane when he was clearly crazy in his later years.
"Oh, no, it is most true. Dumbledore owns at least one more; if I can't find the third I'm sure he'll have that too. But for now, I shall need my own Horcrux, and as the young Malfoy here is an unnecessary witness, I can solve two problems with one simple spell. It shan't hurt at all, and you'll be able to have peace," Marvolo said, as if he was somehow going to convince Draco to willingly be killed.
Harry moved to stand directly in front of the Slytherin boy, ignoring his shaking limbs.
"Come now, Harry, I can incapacitate you in a moment; why bother risking your own health?" Marvolo taunted, but Harry stood his ground.
"You're not killing Draco," he said, trying to sound demanding. "I can't stop you killing, but you're not going to hurt him."
He could feel the terror radiating off Draco in waves, and the teenager had scooted closer to Harry; without a wand he was defenceless.
Marvolo's wand movement was quick, and Harry would have been unable to react with his own wand, but he threw up a hand in front of him, forming a shield around him and Draco, the eye of Horus blazing in the middle of it.
"That must have been an unexpected consequence of Tom's actions," Marvolo mused. "No wonder he wants to keep you. Pity you can't stay in that shield forever, and surely you see, Harry, that now Draco is better off dead to protect your secret."
"If his life depended on it he wouldn't tell," Harry argued, and Draco nodded urgently behind him.
"I-I'll keep quiet, I swear. Besides, I'm the only child in my family; you'd be risking a Pure-blood line dying out because-"Draco started, but he yelped and shut up when Tom sent a charm at the wall behind them in rage.
"I believe Pure-bloods should have full access and secrecy in the Magical World, and I believe Mudbloods are filth and vermin, but that doesn't mean I have no problem with Pure-bloods dying either, especially not weak, snivelling children. I suppose Voldemort never admitted he was Half-blood to anyone, did he?" Marvolo ranted, looking pleased when both Harry and Draco paused their movements in shock. "Oh, but we pulled ourselves out of the mess our mother created by mating with a filthy Muggle, and we pushed ourselves to the magical limit to create the world we crave, surrounding by pathetic fools who believe by siding with us, their chances of survival increases."
Harry pushed his hand against Draco slightly, pointing a finger towards the door, hoping Draco would realise it was a sign to run. He felt Draco nod very slightly behind him, and Harry dropped his shield, immediately focusing on the was sceptre and hieroglyphic name of Set, trying to focus on the storm part of the God's power. The room began to darken and storm clouds formed, swirling around them. The teenagers didn't need to be told twice to run; a green beam narrowly missed Draco's head.
Harry shouted Confringo at the door as it shut it behind them, hoping the rubble from the Blasting Curse would slow down the wizard somewhat.
He wasn't sure if he had grabbed Draco's hand or Draco had grabbed his, but they held on to each other with equal strength as they raced away from the Department of Mysteries.
"I'm so sorry; I didn't want to drag you into this, and I never thought he'd try to kill you," Harry cried, panting as they ran.
"I'll forgive you if you get me out of here alive," Draco replied, turning them suddenly down a corridor and into a room. "My father's old office; nobody else has been granted entry so technically he still owns this, and my blood will keep us safe; Father set up the Blood Wards without the Ministry being aware, of course."
"I really am sorry, Draco," Harry apologised again, biting his lip. "I made a really stupid mistake which caused this whole disaster."
"Well, tell me everything thing, and don't leave anything out," Draco demanded, started to revert back to his usual self.
"Can we do a Blood Oath?" Harry asked, and Draco rolled his eyes, but nodded. He reached over and pulled his father's drawer opening, and revealed a menacing looking knife.
Draco brought the blade across his palm, and allowed Harry to do the same. When they were both finished they clasped hands once more.
"I swear to keep everything you say in confidence, unless the person already has the knowledge of the information you are about to tell me and permits me to talk about it to them."
A red light wrapped around their hands, and then faded, causing the cut on their hands to heal, living just a thin scar as proof.
Now satisfied, Harry began to tell Draco everything, from finding Tom in the diary, of his Ancient Magic, discovering the Horcruxes, and accidently going inside the diadem. He told him of the curse, and Marvolo inside of his head and what he made Harry do, and what happened inside the Veil. The only thing he left out was his and Tom's relationship.
Draco stayed silent throughout Harry talking, and when Harry finished he opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it again. He repeated this action a number of times.
"You don't look very aristocratic doing that," Harry said, trying to lighten the mood.
"I think I preferred when you didn't talk you; you can be terribly sarcastic, you know, but Merlin, you're in a terrible situation; I thought I had it bad."
"Yeah, I don't even know how Lord Riddle will react to this; maybe he'll kill me," Harry said worriedly, but Draco shook his head.
"You don't seem afraid of him in the slightest, so clearly he doesn't treat you like he treats everyone else; that is a sign he at least respects you," Draco reasoned, but Harry shrugged.
"But what I've done is really bad," the Gryffindor muttered, pulling at his hair.
"Perhaps he won't find out," Draco suggested, and he scowled when Harry shook his head. "I'm actually trying to be nice and that still isn't good enough for you."
"It's not that, it's just, he knew I was here tonight, and I have no idea what Marvolo is up to, because he's either given up on finding us or is still trying to work a way in, but there's a high risk all three of them will run into each other."
"Maybe they'll off each other? If Lord Riddle wants to take out the Dark Lord, he could let him take care of Slytherin first. Let's hope they don't all join together though; that would be far too much evil."
"I think they're all too megalomaniac for that; Voldemort only accepted Riddle because he's replaced the Horcrux for him, but he has to treat Riddle somewhat lesser than him."
"Hmm. Do you think the other one is gone yet?" Draco asked, with slight concern in his voice.
"What would happen if I opened the door? Would the wards still protect you?"
Draco nodded, so still feeling somewhat confidant Marvolo wouldn't kill him, Harry cautiously opened the door, only to find himself with an even more terrifying fright.
He ended up face to face with an angry Tom Riddle.
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Tom is finally back. I don't like it much when I have to go chapters without him; I do love my sociopathic baby.
How are you finding Marvolo Slytherin? He's a more experienced and Darker Tom, and a less insane Voldemort. Yes, I have created a villain for another pair of villains. I didn't know that was possible.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'm already in the process of writing the next chapter, so the wait won't be long. Until then.