Ok this is my attempt at writing about a Young Tom Riddle. I have a firm believe that no one starts out pure evil or pure good. Its something (or many things) that make us either "good evil or in between". Therefore everyone has a chance to turn out either way. In this fic Harry meets Tom Riddle as a 2nd year student. Before the darkness has taken over his life….. This is the Prolog.

The Redemption of Tom Riddle.

Harry Potter stood staring at the dark figure in front of him. It was the summer between his 4th and 5th year at Hogwarts. At the end of his 4th the figure in front of him had risen from the dead and been the cause of death to one of Harry's classmates. In that confrontation Harry had ran. This time he wasn't going to. Tomorrow he was to go Kings Cross, and go to school with his friends. At this moment he didn't know if he would live to see it but he didn't care. Spells had been flung for the past hour and neither Wizard had backed down.

Harry had resisted both Imperious and Crutiatus curse with the ease of a professional. He awaited now the third unforgivable. It had yet to be called. Harry wasn't sure why but, he also didn't care. It had now come to a staring contest. He felt Voldemort was studying his options. Now don't get this wrong, Harry had no particular inclination to die there, but after the hour he just wanted it to end. Soon it would.

"Harry Potter" spoke Voldemort with the most venom and disgust one could put into two words. "I grow tired of this."

"Then why don't you kill me off? Use your precious little curse. Ah but you're afraid, aren't you? Afraid I'll beat you at it again." Said Harry not flinching.

"Death is too good for you." Said Voldemort. But he was afraid. Afraid his curse would backfire again.

Voldemort raised his wand with the look of a man who had just discovered he had won the lottery. "Why should I have to kill you? I could just send you on a path through time."

Harry looked at Voldemort with cold cutting eyes. He could take whatever was going to be thrown at him and he knew it. Harry drew in his breath. A 6th sense telling him this was going to be the last spell thrown tonight.

"Chrono Dispe`" Came from Voldemort's mouth. So silent Harry wasn't sure of what he heard.

He braced for the spell to hit him but it never did. He felt a rush of air around his body and opened his eyes. In front of him was a blue swirling whirlpool.

"What kind of trick is this!" Harry yelled over the roar the wind was causing.

Calmly standing behind it Voldemort gave an evil smirk. "The best kind."

Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry again from behind the whirlpool and yelled. "Cerior Dispe" The roaring quieted a bit and then in an instant Harry was pulled into the whirlpool. Voldemort apparated immediately thinking he would never see the boy that was Harry Potter again.