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 6
Tom Marvolo Riddle was at a impasse that he didn't know how to cross. He paced back and forth across the edge of his half soul fragment that was in the diary and eyed the gaping rock mountain type fissure that separated him from the other five soul fragments that touched and bumped into each other but never connected for long.
Tom as he was now calling himself, since it was the name his mother gave him, frowned as his last magical spell dissipated harmlessly. Right, so, it seemed that magical wasn't the answer, nor as he glared at the sharp cliff steps that held a soul fragment.
He was so so close to getting the next soul fragment, which honestly was in the most horrifying place yet, his beloved snake Nagini. He only got an impression of her guarding something before whatever this happened.
Feeling slightly defeated he went to see himself murder his family members to cheer himself up.
Instead he wanted to slap himself silly. Instead of murdering them, they could have been useful in many different ways, not his uncle per say, but his 'muggle' family? He could have made them think they loved him dearly and gained followers that way, but as he watched the proud haughty family sneer at him, Tom wished he had cased the Imperius or a honed memory charm spell instead of the killing one.
He could have had a solid base of operations instead of relying on his so called 'followers' and honestly? The memory of what his older self had done to the grounds and the lack of the care was annoying. He could have made the Riddle Manor the creme of de creme but not.
He did have his pride thank you very much, granted perhaps his mother didn't use her wits too wisely, but at least it was enough that she had him and he was more powerful them then anyone. Well almost anyone as dissatisfied thought hissed as Hermione and Dumbledore entered his brain. As he stewed over what could have been and what he could have done differently with his slight regret of long term planning, he continued to walk back and forth. So caught up in his thoughts Tom didn't realize until he bumped rather painfully into the side of the mountain that he had crossed the gap at all.
Tom's eyes widened and he looked back and noticed instead of the bleak stone ground that separated himself from Hogwarts, it was a exact replica or a better upgraded version of his grandparents manor. Something that even Malfoy wouldn't sneer at.
He noticed that a hazy flickering outline of his ugh gag magical side lingered nearby. Oh that wouldn't do at all. Tom determined to get that sorted out didn't notice that he was making roads and pathways up and around his manor and Hogwarts and beyond.