Book Summary:
Tom Riddle Jr., age 16 wasn't a fool. He was quite brilliant in his intelligence. Which is why while Harry Potter learned how Tom got his 'award to the school' (what a laugh) he noticed something that a lesser focused intelligence person would not.
The boy had a piece, a very small piece of himself, a horcrux stuck to his forehead. Tom mentally frowned to himself.
How unstable was his physical self to stick a piece of his soul to a living human being?!
Maybe making seven horcruxes a bad idea.
Or how Tom Riddle Jr. age 16, repairs his soul and finds himself along the way.
Chapter 4
"What do you mean I'm back?!" Tom, no sorry Volo stared at the typed words in shock as Hermione explained what had happened the past school year, from the Tri-wizard tournament, (didn't they ban that for a good reason, like death?!) to his 'resurrection'. Safest school in the wizarding world? They are clearly mad as the hatter.
Volo, aka Tom was torn between to interrogate Hermione on how she got the diary back, how she did on her exams, (he was smart enough not to have to use a time turner to get to all his classes but he was grudging impressed that she pulled that off with her outstanding grades) and the ritual 'Lord V' used to get a new body.
Some time later after Hermione had answered all his questions and had a long, long but intriguing argument about magic and technology, Volo was trying and failing to get drunk. Alas, his eating and drinking was fake, but dang it he had to try. His wand twitched in his hand as he eyed the neatly detailed picture of his 'new' self that was lying on the Slytherin table while he was lounging on the teacher's table. He was debating to himself about duplicating the picture to destroy it multiple times when his soul prickled in realization as a shiver racked his body.
Another of his soul pieces were nearby. He waved his hand and looked at himself in the mirror, by shoving all the dark arts in the back of the diary, he still looked as handsome as the day he murdered his father and grandparents, but for a tint of red that made his eyes light purple in a certain light. If he accessed the dark art memories then his eyes grew dark purple and his skin started to look sickly pale. Needless to say he didn't dwell on those memories as much as he could have.
Somehow some way, Volo with Hermione and Sirius Black's help offered to 'destroy' his master Regulus's last command, connecting the soul fragment to his own soul did destroy it, so to speak. As for the locket itself, well Volo might keep it or not.
As the latest soul fragment slammed into the diary, Volo's magic without his conscious knowledge instinctively grabbed on to the nearest human being that was familiar…his magic and his long denied human side wanting comfort and warmth of a physical body.
Many miles away as the soul fragment, a pale dark purple, shot up into the air in the room and was sucked into the diary, Harry Potter collapsed in a unconscious heap as his scar ripped open and a pulsing purple thing dripping carelessly with body fluids speed its way to London forming a ball of purple and red to slam into the diary with a disgusting slurp.