Title: Pins and Needles
Summery: Tom Riddle 16 year old memory makes a reappearance in Harry's life. Only Harry can see him. Draco notices Harry odd behaviour and sets out to spy on him.
Notes: I've got a sketchy plan about this story. I know the key players will be Harry, Draco and the young Tom Riddle. Naturally Ron and Hermione will be worried about their friend as well, but Draco will figure it out before they do (he is a sly slytherin after all). This will however be a SLASH STORY I have yet to decide if it should turn out as a HP/DM story or a HP/TR? What do you guys want? I suppose I can make it HP/DM/TR story but somehow I don't really see Draco or Voldemort being the sharing kind.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Harry Potter and I have nowhere near enough money to buy them, sadly. This was probably obvious but I figured I'd mention it just in case.
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HE'S BACK.
Harry woke with a jerk. He tried to pull in lung fulls of oxygen, noticing his throat felt raw. Most likely a side effect from screaming through tonight's nightmare. Although he was still quite groggy and the pain from his scar was searing, he knew instantly something was a miss. He could feel eyes upon him.
At first he passed it off as one of his dorm mates. He probably forgot to cast the silencing spell over his bed and had woken them with his screams. He could hardly make out the shape in the dark, and tried squinting, but even if he could have seen without his glasses, his eyes haven't had enough time to adjust to the darkness yet.
He instinctively reached out to his bedside table, moving aside, his curtains long enough to retrieve his glasses and wand. He turned back to the silent figure that was patiently just sitting on the edge of Harry's bed waiting for him to get comfortable.
"Lumos," Harry whispered his voice still hoarse. His wand lit up revealing who it was, but as soon as he saw who, he panicked. "Stupefy!" he yelled right after. The second spell caused the first to go out, surrounding the bed in darkness once again, not allowing Harry to see if his spell hit its target.
"That's not going to help you," a calm voice answered the silent question.
"I'll scream," Harry warned. Even if his voice was still raw from a week of non stop nightmares, and he had a pretty effective silencing charm still covering his bed, he was repaired to scream bloody murder if he had to.
"They'll just think you're mad, or that you're lacking sleep," The voice continued, still as calm, which angered Harry about as much as it unnerved him.
"What do you mean?" Harry demanded. He kept a close eye on the outline of the boy, he gripped his wand tightly, prepared to try another spell if need be.
"They can't see me," The voice stated as if this should have been obvious.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked again.
"I mean, that in my current state, only you can see me. If you try to tell your friend I'm here, they won't see anyone and assume that you've finally went bonkers." Harry could swear he heard the smirk even if he couldn't see it.
"Lumos," Harry said again. Although he would rather not have to look at him, it was wiser if he could see any attempted attacks. "Didn't I destroy you?"
"Well you certainly tried to, almost succeed. But you of all people should know I'm not that easy to get rid of." And yes, Harry did know first hand just how hard the bastard was to kill. Of course, said bastard probably thought the same way about him.
"So what do you want? Came here to try your hand at revenge? I'll probably just kick your arse. again," Harry gave him a Snapeish sneer.
"Even if I wanted revenge, I could not yet carry it out. I'm still weak."
"So what the hell do you want from me? Why shouldn't I just blow you away right now." Harry asked.
"You're welcome to try," the boy offered. Harry studied him a moment. He couldn't quite understand why a sixteen year old version of Tom Riddle would not only come to dorm in the middle of the night, and willing offer Harry a chance to curse him. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion but pointed his wand at the boy.
"Stupefy!" he tried again. The light from his wand once again went out, but he was sure his spell had hit its target this time. There was no way Voldemort could have moved away in time.
"Lumos," Harry wouldn't help but gap when the smiling face Tom Riddle appeared before him once again. "How- what?"
"I told you, I'm not strong enough yet. I'm still just a memory."
"So. You're the sixteen year old you? Not the older snake version that somehow got his looks back?" Harry asked, not sure why this made him feel better. He was still Voldemort after all. "How can you come back? I destroyed the journal-"
"Yes, that was a good idea. But I had taken extra measures, as I always do. When you destroyed the book, I lost all the power I had gained. I had to release Ginny and in so doing, I became weak once again. Even weaker than I was before. I was still alive but barely just. For the last few years, I have been able to grab a hold of other's powers, enough to give me strength but not enough to be able to hold on to one of them for long. Little by little I have managed to grow stronger. I had planed that when I was strong enough, I'd come back for you get my revenge. But I've grown impatient. I just had to see you now." Tom explained.
"Gee, don't I feel special," Harry mutter sarcastically.
"You should. I'll grow into my full power again, thanks to you. You see, I've chosen you to help me do it," Tom said.
"What makes you think I'd help you?" Harry asked angrily. There was no way he was going to help one of his biggest enemies.
"What makes you think I'll give you a choice?" Tom asked back, still smirking at the boy. Harry sent him a glare but he ignored it.
"Why me?" Harry all but hiss out at him.
"That should be obvious. I've told you already before, you're my new obsession." Tom smiled what would have been a charming smile, but it was lost on Harry.
"What?" Harry asked, slightly confused. He remembered Tom Riddle telling him that he no longer cared about killing the muggle-borns in Hogwarts, but that was only because he was intrigued that baby could defeat him future powerful self.
"You still look the same as the last time I saw you," Tom went on, not bothering to answer his questions, "a little older obviously, but mostly the same." He leaned out a hand to touch Harry's face. Before Harry would back away, he felt Tom's hand against him. Only it was a flesh on flesh sensation that greeted him. It was the same pins and needles feeling he got when one of the ghosts went through him.
"I should go now, my strength is weakening already. But don't worry my pet. I shall see you again soon." Tom said. He moved off the bed and out of the curtains. Harry made to go after him, to either find a way to attack or maybe ask more questions, but as he pulled away the curtains, he was greeted with an empty dorm room. Well empty aside from his sleeping dorm mates.
Neville's snores reached his ears; a squeak from the mattress of Dean's bed sounded as he rolled over in his sleep. All seemed normal. Harry sat back against his headboard. He thought over what had just happened. It was real, he was sure of that. Memories of his second year came flooding back to him. He tried to recall every detail about what happened in the chamber of secrets. He looked like the same Tom Riddle that Harry had met then. Harry pondered this as long as he could before sleep eventually over took him.
Summery: Tom Riddle 16 year old memory makes a reappearance in Harry's life. Only Harry can see him. Draco notices Harry odd behaviour and sets out to spy on him.
Notes: I've got a sketchy plan about this story. I know the key players will be Harry, Draco and the young Tom Riddle. Naturally Ron and Hermione will be worried about their friend as well, but Draco will figure it out before they do (he is a sly slytherin after all). This will however be a SLASH STORY I have yet to decide if it should turn out as a HP/DM story or a HP/TR? What do you guys want? I suppose I can make it HP/DM/TR story but somehow I don't really see Draco or Voldemort being the sharing kind.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Harry Potter and I have nowhere near enough money to buy them, sadly. This was probably obvious but I figured I'd mention it just in case.
^o^
HE'S BACK.
Harry woke with a jerk. He tried to pull in lung fulls of oxygen, noticing his throat felt raw. Most likely a side effect from screaming through tonight's nightmare. Although he was still quite groggy and the pain from his scar was searing, he knew instantly something was a miss. He could feel eyes upon him.
At first he passed it off as one of his dorm mates. He probably forgot to cast the silencing spell over his bed and had woken them with his screams. He could hardly make out the shape in the dark, and tried squinting, but even if he could have seen without his glasses, his eyes haven't had enough time to adjust to the darkness yet.
He instinctively reached out to his bedside table, moving aside, his curtains long enough to retrieve his glasses and wand. He turned back to the silent figure that was patiently just sitting on the edge of Harry's bed waiting for him to get comfortable.
"Lumos," Harry whispered his voice still hoarse. His wand lit up revealing who it was, but as soon as he saw who, he panicked. "Stupefy!" he yelled right after. The second spell caused the first to go out, surrounding the bed in darkness once again, not allowing Harry to see if his spell hit its target.
"That's not going to help you," a calm voice answered the silent question.
"I'll scream," Harry warned. Even if his voice was still raw from a week of non stop nightmares, and he had a pretty effective silencing charm still covering his bed, he was repaired to scream bloody murder if he had to.
"They'll just think you're mad, or that you're lacking sleep," The voice continued, still as calm, which angered Harry about as much as it unnerved him.
"What do you mean?" Harry demanded. He kept a close eye on the outline of the boy, he gripped his wand tightly, prepared to try another spell if need be.
"They can't see me," The voice stated as if this should have been obvious.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked again.
"I mean, that in my current state, only you can see me. If you try to tell your friend I'm here, they won't see anyone and assume that you've finally went bonkers." Harry could swear he heard the smirk even if he couldn't see it.
"Lumos," Harry said again. Although he would rather not have to look at him, it was wiser if he could see any attempted attacks. "Didn't I destroy you?"
"Well you certainly tried to, almost succeed. But you of all people should know I'm not that easy to get rid of." And yes, Harry did know first hand just how hard the bastard was to kill. Of course, said bastard probably thought the same way about him.
"So what do you want? Came here to try your hand at revenge? I'll probably just kick your arse. again," Harry gave him a Snapeish sneer.
"Even if I wanted revenge, I could not yet carry it out. I'm still weak."
"So what the hell do you want from me? Why shouldn't I just blow you away right now." Harry asked.
"You're welcome to try," the boy offered. Harry studied him a moment. He couldn't quite understand why a sixteen year old version of Tom Riddle would not only come to dorm in the middle of the night, and willing offer Harry a chance to curse him. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion but pointed his wand at the boy.
"Stupefy!" he tried again. The light from his wand once again went out, but he was sure his spell had hit its target this time. There was no way Voldemort could have moved away in time.
"Lumos," Harry wouldn't help but gap when the smiling face Tom Riddle appeared before him once again. "How- what?"
"I told you, I'm not strong enough yet. I'm still just a memory."
"So. You're the sixteen year old you? Not the older snake version that somehow got his looks back?" Harry asked, not sure why this made him feel better. He was still Voldemort after all. "How can you come back? I destroyed the journal-"
"Yes, that was a good idea. But I had taken extra measures, as I always do. When you destroyed the book, I lost all the power I had gained. I had to release Ginny and in so doing, I became weak once again. Even weaker than I was before. I was still alive but barely just. For the last few years, I have been able to grab a hold of other's powers, enough to give me strength but not enough to be able to hold on to one of them for long. Little by little I have managed to grow stronger. I had planed that when I was strong enough, I'd come back for you get my revenge. But I've grown impatient. I just had to see you now." Tom explained.
"Gee, don't I feel special," Harry mutter sarcastically.
"You should. I'll grow into my full power again, thanks to you. You see, I've chosen you to help me do it," Tom said.
"What makes you think I'd help you?" Harry asked angrily. There was no way he was going to help one of his biggest enemies.
"What makes you think I'll give you a choice?" Tom asked back, still smirking at the boy. Harry sent him a glare but he ignored it.
"Why me?" Harry all but hiss out at him.
"That should be obvious. I've told you already before, you're my new obsession." Tom smiled what would have been a charming smile, but it was lost on Harry.
"What?" Harry asked, slightly confused. He remembered Tom Riddle telling him that he no longer cared about killing the muggle-borns in Hogwarts, but that was only because he was intrigued that baby could defeat him future powerful self.
"You still look the same as the last time I saw you," Tom went on, not bothering to answer his questions, "a little older obviously, but mostly the same." He leaned out a hand to touch Harry's face. Before Harry would back away, he felt Tom's hand against him. Only it was a flesh on flesh sensation that greeted him. It was the same pins and needles feeling he got when one of the ghosts went through him.
"I should go now, my strength is weakening already. But don't worry my pet. I shall see you again soon." Tom said. He moved off the bed and out of the curtains. Harry made to go after him, to either find a way to attack or maybe ask more questions, but as he pulled away the curtains, he was greeted with an empty dorm room. Well empty aside from his sleeping dorm mates.
Neville's snores reached his ears; a squeak from the mattress of Dean's bed sounded as he rolled over in his sleep. All seemed normal. Harry sat back against his headboard. He thought over what had just happened. It was real, he was sure of that. Memories of his second year came flooding back to him. He tried to recall every detail about what happened in the chamber of secrets. He looked like the same Tom Riddle that Harry had met then. Harry pondered this as long as he could before sleep eventually over took him.