Chapter 1ONE: Tom Riddle
A/N: I realize that I've done quite a lot of stories where Voldemort is a kid in the present time, but I'm trying to get the feeling right. Sorry if you think it's getting old but this time I have it planned out and you all can expect long chapters.
Disclaimer: I have and never will own Tom Riddle or any other H.P characters.
Summary: A terrible accident has occurred and Tom Riddle has emerged from the Diary once more. When he escapes from Hogwarts to meet his future self it's up to Hermione Granger to bring him back.
How many people will have to die
before we will take a stand?
How many children will have to cry,
before we do all we can?
If sending your love is all you can give
To help one live
How many times can we turn our heads
and pretend we cannot see
healing the wounds of our broken earth
we are one global family
just sending your prayers
is something you'll feel
helping one heal
What More Can I Give-Michael Jackson
"If I say it myself, Harry, I've always been able to charm the people I needed."
"It had taken me five years to whole years to find out everything I could about the Chamber of Secrets and discover the secret entrance…"
"Dumbledore never seemed to like me as much as the other teachers did…"
"Voldemort is my past, present, and future…"
"I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world…"
"There are strange likeness between us, after all. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouths to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself…"
His own voice rang through his pounding head. He wished that it would stop, give him peace from all the voices and everything being said…everything….
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood up, watching the Order of the Phoenix members deep in conversation. Two men's voices however stood out amongst the others.
"Brilliant answer, moron, but you're forgetting one thing," Severus Snape sneered.
"And what might that be, Severus?" asked Remus Lupin.
"Don't tell me you can't figure it out, Lupin," Snape said nastily.
Lupin opened his mouth to say something, but Dumbledore cleared his throat and both men stopped their arguing immediately. And everyone in the room turned to see what had caused Dumbledore to call a meeting at 12 Grimmauld Place so suddenly.
He waited until everyone's eyes were on him before he began. "I have terrible news that I feel could be the destruction of the Order of the Phoenix and if not at least case serious damage."
"What is it, Headmaster?" Professor McGonagall asked. The rest of the Order muttered in agreement with her question, wanting to know what had caused the old man to be so worried.
Dumbledore took a deep breath before answering. "It seems that when Mr. Potter defeated Tom Riddle and the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in his second year the diary wasn't completely destroyed. As a matter of fact it doesn't show any signs of damage done to it at all because it's now in perfect condition once more. There is no hole where the fang had pierced it-nothing. I'm guessing Tom did something to it so it couldn't be destroyed. Quite brilliant really." Few nodded in agreement.
"It regrets me to say that an accident had occurred. Not a minor but a very damaging one. The diary, when surrounded by people, has regained its strength and had created and produced another memory of Tom Riddle. This time however, because he had not stolen someone else's sole, he isn't faring well."
"Well that's good, ain't it, Professor?" asked Mundungus. "We hardly want another Dark Lord running around."
"There is a positive side to it, Mundungus," said Dumbledore. "If we can get Tom Riddle to listen to us we might have a extra hand to stop Voldemort."
Several people gasped in horror others looked at him as though he were crazy. Talking began between the Order members.
"Silence!" Dumbledore said, raising his voice slightly. Again everyone looked at him. "You all must realize that Tom Riddle and Voldemort are indeed the same person, but in two different time periods. Madam Pomfrey is monitoring Riddle's condition and will keep us informed at the slightest change."
"Headmaster, listen to reason," pleaded McGonagall. "You-Know-Who or not he is still very dangerous. What if your plan backfires and he contacts the older version of himself?"
"That, Minerva, is why I will have someone watching the Owlery at all times," Dumbledore replied. "At the moment, Tom is unconscious but when he wakes up I will see to it that he is either placed in the Slytherin dormitories-" there was loud groan from Snape followed by a mumble of something-"or placed in a separate room, depending on his attitude."
"Is that wise?" inquired Lupin.
Dumbledore nodded. "I believe that he should be around other people however I also think it would be wise if Mr. Potter didn't know about this."
Moony stood up and looked at Dumbledore with both his magical and normal eye. "Professor, this is the Dark Lord we're talking about. He's killed more people than a dragon could eat in a lifetime."
Dumbledore didn't respond right away. Instead he let silence fall over the room before saying quietly, "You are quite right, Alastor. Alas I regret to say that there is one thing wrong with that fact."
"What?" Moody asked.
"We can not punish, Tom, for something he didn't do yet." Lupin and Snape raised an eyebrow at the same time, oblivious that they did. "Any other questions will be asked next meeting which will take place as soon as Mr. Riddle cares to join us."
"One last thing, Dumbledore," Tonks said as everyone got up.
"Yes?" asked Dumbledore, a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.
"How old is the little Dark Lord?"
Everyone starred at Dumbledore as he answered, "sixteen."
Voices…everywhere…why won't they stop! "Please make them stop!" He tried to yell but nothing came out. No one could hear him. No one cared. He felt as though he was going to die…
People screaming in pain…why? Who was making them scream like that? The screaming got louder as he wondered through the surrounding darkness. He felt around and found a doorknob. He turned it and pushed a door open.
A candle lit the room and he saw two old mirrors in the middle of the room: the Mirror of Erised and some other mirror. He walked around to the front of it and saw a creature with gleaming red eyes starring back at him. Behind him were hundreds of cloaked figures with masks.
He fell back, startled by what the mirror had shown and looked into the other one. His eyes widened at the sight of his mother, father, grandparents, and friends waving happily at him. He scrambled forward and put his hand up against the glass. It seemed so real…
Suddenly he was thrown out of the room and the door slammed shut. He pounded to get back in frantically but it was no use. The door vanished before his eyes and he was standing alone in the darkness again.
"Any change, Poppy?" Dumbledore asked the school nurse.
She nodded, "I found out that he is dreaming unlike before. Otherwise there is nothing else I can say that is positive." Madam Pomfrey moved a bit of Riddle's sleek black hair out of his young, handsome face.
"Very well," said Dumbledore, opening the Hospital Wing door, "inform me immediately if there is any change at all."
"Of course, Headmaster," she said as the door closed. She glanced down at Riddle who lay on the Hospital bed helplessly, completely vulnerable to danger. "Hang in there, Riddle. I haven't seen Albus so worried since Mr. Potter had fought you know who at the Department of Mysteries last year." She pulled the heavy blankets off of him a little and headed to her office.
The darkness vanished after the door and it was replaced by Hogwart's scenery. He was standing on the lake's edge and he looked out and saw kids he knew splashing in the water, ignoring him as if he weren't there.
"Hello?" he called but still they splashed on. "Can you hear me?" Still no reply came. He turned as he heard someone running toward him, no right at him! He put his hands up in defence but the person ran straight threw him and jumped into the water with his friends.
He whipped around and saw that they still hadn't noticed him. What was he a ghost? The scene was engulfed in darkness but this time it wasn't replaced by another scene…just darkness.
And the screaming began again…
A small moan escaped Riddle's mouth, waking Madam Pomfrey from her sleep abruptly. His breathing grew uneven and she ran out of the Hospital Wing to Dumbledore's office.
His brain pounded in his skull and he fell to his knees, clutching it with both hands, pleading for the pain to stop, but it didn't…it seemed to get worse…A light appeared in front of him and he looked up to see something that resembled a muggle television. A scene from somewhere was playing in front of him but it was floating in front of him like a cloud.
He reached out to touch it, see if it was just another illusion but it disappeared before he could and reappeared to his left. Since he had no intention of watching it he tried to grab it again but, like before, it disappeared.
"What do you want!" he yelled at it. Of course he knew no answer would come. He fell completely to the ground and lay there, not moving.
"What's this I heard, young Voldemort?" A voice said. Riddle jumped up and saw a house-elf-like creature walking toward him.
"What are you? Who are you? Why am I hear?" he demanded from the little elf.
"I think I should be asking you those questions. But since I know that answers I'll be nice and answer," said the creature. "My name's Bing. I'm the master of Dream World. Now I can't be sure why you are here but I'm sure it had something to do with you."
"I don't wanna be here!" shouted Riddle.
"So you wish to leave?" Bing asked.
"I'm afraid I can't help you there. You have to wake up on your own," said Bing.
"What do you mean 'wake up'?" inquired Riddle, calming down a bit.
"You're asleep. For all you know this could be a dream. Yes, as a matter of fact if you wake up from this tell no one where you have been. No human can travel here so they will think you're entirely mental."
"Then why am I here?" Riddle said.
"I don't know but if this world chose for you to come here than there must be a good reason. What reason? I'm not sure," said Bing. "If I'm correct you're not the hero type."
Riddle shook his head. "I'm a Slytherin."
"Yes, I know. But you must remember not to tell anyone about what happened here."
"I won't," Riddle agreed.
Suddenly the darkness all around him began to brighten with light. He put his hands over his face to shield it from the sudden change.
"Headmaster," Pomfrey said, shaking him awake. They both had been waiting in the Hospital since earlier when Riddle had first made a sound.
Dumbledore sat up from a very awkward position and looked at Madam Pomfrey with a smile. "Terribly sorry, Poppy. I must have dozed off. Is something the matter?" He asked her and she looked over at Riddle who had begun to stir.
"He's waking up."
A/N: Sorry. It's me again. Anyone reading this let me know if it's worth continuing. Cause if it's not I have quite as lot of other stories I should be working on.