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 1

Tom Riddle Jr. age 16 was a memory, the first of his planned seven horcruxes. To him, time was useless, a nonentity something that he didn't need.

But nevertheless he was pleased that someone found the diary. He was not pleased to be found by a snotty, wet behind the ears first year girl Gryffindor with a crush this 'boy-who-lived.' Tom Riddle mentally sneered in his head. A boy, a baby defeated him? Lord Voldemort?

All her worries and petty little things in her head he didn't need. So when the chance came for him to move, he did so with pleasure. He was not pleased on how no one died though. Yet. Ginny would work nicely but Tom was torn between wanting to suck the life out of that sniffling child and not wanting to, but a life force was a life force. Tom wasn't too picky, much.

When Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived got his hands on Tom's diary, Tom laughed loudly. Finally, hopefully some good answers. Or so he thought.

Instead, Tom was very displeased. His hands ached to cause someone some pain, but when Harry Potter, a underfed twelve-year-old was sucked into Tom's world, a place that he crafted out of Hogwarts, after all he did consider it his home, something caught his eye while Harry was reviewing Tom's memory of Hagrid's downfall.

He sensed himself, another fragment but, Tom leaned closer to the boy as he gazed wide-eyed at the huge spider that Hagrid tried to hide, the boy didn't seem to know about it. Tom wasn't visible to the boy, Harry, so he could exam to him the clearly visible small piece of his soul, Tom's soul stuck in a rune shape of some sort.

Tom made the memory repeat itself before he rejected Harry back into the physical world, the second memory wiped from Harry's mind and out of his memory diary.

Then as Tom aka Lord Voldemort, absently answered Harry Potter's questions, he formulated a plan. After all the quick conversation he had with his fragmented part stuck to the boy's head was very enlightening.

And to Tom's horror, it was disturbing. Maybe trying to make seven horcruxes wasn't the right idea. The conversation went something like this.

In low hisses that only Tom and his fragment could understand.

'Who are you?'

'I am Lord Voldemort. You are the first of us. I was made accidentally.' Then how the fragment was made was shown in all it's displeasure.

The small piece of Tom wasn't pleased on how the boy vanished his main body. Privately he thought it wasn't the boy who did so, but something that the mother Lily did. It's power might have been fueled by love but the boy's father - James loved him too and he completely was dead.

Tom as being the more formed and intact piece of his soul could access this fragments memories or vague impressions even with the fragments of the more power darker magics, and after he ejected the boy from his diary, Tom controlled himself enough to ask the boy - Harry if he could do him a favor.

Tom scoffed at the boy's answered of how his friend Hermione's since her parents were muggles and could get the information he needed. But before Tom could write anything back, Harry mentioned that it'll be a bit since Hermione was in the hospital because she took the wrong hair for the Polyjuice Potion she made.

That made Tom pause, a twelve-year-old mudblood successfully brewing that potion? He let that slide to focus on later and gave Harry the liquid ink book recipe he invented. It was a fair trade, one that Tom had grudgingly made. A potion that could duplicate any book or information, painting for example into liquid form and could be poured into his journal. It was like a mock memory device like the bowl that he noticed that Professor Dumbledore had. Tom didn't know how long he was stuck in this book, maybe fifty years and it seemed from the boy's clothing it was not just the fashion that changed. He needed information.

As Tom impatiently waited he took his anger at his older self out on Hogwarts, mainly anything to do with Dumbledore and his house. What was his older self thinking? Tom knew he wanted to live forever but to be ugly was not in the cards or randomly go around and kill people willy-nilly. He had plans, good plans. Brilliant plans and his older self. His eyes flashed red as he growled his displeasure.

He blasted the trees and the towers of Hogwarts down to nothing and rebuilt them, again and again. Clearly trying to get seven fragments was foolish if he end up like that! He wanted to get rid of muggles and muggleborns, but he knew he was vain enough to want to keep his looks, after all how else did someone go about taking over the wizarding world? Mass murder? Hah, like that'll work after a while.

The information that suddenly poured into his diary was overwhelming. Tom's self was swept away in a literal flood of information. Thankfully he knew how to swim. He barely could make out Harry Potter's message.

'I hope that's all you need. Hermione was over the moon to get the recipe. She gave you as much information you needed for the past 50 years muggle and magical world that she could get from her parents. Which wasn't much, just a few dictionaries and encyclopedias or whatever. I honestly thought she went a little overboard. Do you need anything else?'

Tom dryly wrote back once he was successfully trending the book liquid before it solidified into a library. 'No. I'm alright. Just keep the diary in a safe space and come check up on it in a month.' Knowledge was power after all.

Tom wouldn't say but he was impressed with the massive library he now had that sprung up opposite of Hogwarts, it was almost as big. After all it would be best to know your enemy and what better way to do so then to read all about the advances of the muggle world and compare it to the magical one? Which was always better.