Title: Riddle's "Little" Problem
Author: Batsutousai
Beta: Me. -smiles innocently-
Rating: hard R
Pairings: Voldemort/Tom Riddle(non-con)
Warnings: Rape(non-graphic), physical violence, serious death threats, war, slash
Disclaim Her: You're going to make me laugh. Me? Own Harry Potter! That's rich. -snorts in amusement-

Summary: An accident has separated Tom Riddle from Lord Voldemort. What will the Dark Lord do now that he's free from Tom's conscious? How much will Tom have to suffer at the hand of his other half? And what can Harry Potter do to help?

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A Little Potion Accident

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I've done some really dumb things in my life. There is no denying that. Like that time I'd stolen Josh's stuffed bear without being careful enough. Mrs Cole had not been pleased when she caught me. Or the time during seventh year that I'd decided getting a Firewhiskey at the Hog's Head was a good idea. I was lucky Slughorn found me instead of, say, Dumbledore. Or, my favourite, the time I'd acted like a bloody Gryffindor and went for the Potters as soon as I'd found where they were hiding.

But I'm certain that this time I've topped all other dumb things. Yes, even that Potter mistake.

Of course, being chained to your bed is probably a pretty good indicator of 'severely dumb'.

Let me start at the beginning of this incident. For starters, I'm Lord Voldemort. Well, okay. To be fair, I'm Tom Riddle. Voldemort handcuffed me to my bed to keep me out of trouble. And so I wouldn't try and find a way to fix things. See, I was trying to make a potion that would make me look younger, restore my powers to what they were in my youth. A younger body holds more magic than an older body, you see - I shudder to think how powerful Dumbledore once was.

The potion was going just great. Until Wormtail interrupted me. Something about Malfoy's precious little brat hexing him. I'd turned to yell at him one moment. The next, I was laying on the ground next to a very dead Wormtail while I stood over myself. I know the Death Eaters have always called me 'snake-faced' or something like that behind my back, and I dare say they're right. I'm also referred to as 'fucking creepy', from what Nagini says, and I can safely say they're correct about that too.

So, here I am, chained to my bed, as my other half runs about creating mayhem. And I know he's creating mayhem, because I can sense his thoughts, just as I can sense Potter's, at the edges of my mind. Right now he's a bit pleased. Creepy, really. I now also know why everyone seems to think I'm insane. I am. Or, rather, Voldemort is.

Now Potter, on the other hand, is practising his Occlumency again. He's getting better at it, I must admit, but it won't help him against me. Not because I'm impossibly good, mind you - he'd probably be able keep me out - but because of the nature of our bond. If one of us truly wants into the mind of the other, it's no problem. Our bond has little to do with either Legilimency or Occlumency - though my studies on the subject suggest that it would certainly make it easier to read Potter now - as we cannot only sense feelings or see memories, but also see from the other's eyes and possess the other with little difficulty.

Now, that's a thought. Where might the brat be right now? In his Muggle hidey-hole, perhaps?

I allow myself to be pulled down the faintly burning light in my mind's eye and find myself staring out Potter's eyes at an ocean I know far too well. His little friends are sitting nearby, cooking over a small fire and talking quietly. Acting on a whim, I grab hold of Potter's motor functions, then start speaking to him.

'I'd like to know what you're doing so far from your safe-holdings, Potter,' I murmur. Potter panics and I can't help but laugh as his mind struggles with me to regain control of at least his mouth. 'Just relax, Harry. I promise not to kill your little friends, if you'll listen to me and answer my questions.'

A curt 'Fine,' is the only response I receive.

'Good boy.' I eye the mental him as he forms before me.

Before I can begin with my interrogation, Potter speaks, 'Why do you look like that all of a sudden? Get sick of looking like a dead snake?'

I growl. 'Watch it, Potter. I'll kill your friends if you piss me off.'

He gives me an odd look for a moment before nodding and taking a seat that appears for him for just that reason. 'Go on, then.'

'Why are you in Greenland?' I ask after forcing my own chair into being and settling down into it.

This time I recognize the look in his eyes as calculating - not the sort of look one might expect from Harry Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy - and narrow my eyes dangerously. 'We're looking for something that Dumbledore left behind,' he finally supplies.

His dancing around the answer doesn't fool me. 'Oh no you don't-'

Potter flies to his feet and, for once, I find him towering over me, fury in his eyes. 'Get out of my mind, you wanker. I'll get rid of your if it's the last thing I do!'

I stand before him, disliking having to look up at him. 'Watch yourself, Potter. You still don't have control of yourself.' To prove my point, I raise the boy's right hand to point his wand at his friends.

Potter freezes, expression trapped between fear and defiance. I watch him, unsure of what he might do next. One can never tell with Gryffindors.

When Potter relaxes, so do I, letting his arm drop back to the ground. 'Now sit.'

Potter moves to sit but, just before his rump touches the pale gold seat of his chair, he springs into action, knocking me backwards and throwing both of us to the ground on the other side of my chair, both hands over my throat. 'Try anything and I swear I'll kill you,' he gasps.

I smirk up at him. 'It's possible to make your mouth say Avada Kedavra before I can suffocate, you know,' I point out. 'Anyway, you and I both know I can't be killed just yet.'

'I'd love the pleasure of killing you twice,' Potter shoots back viscously.

'Ah. This is where you'd gotten to,' a some-what insane and rather chilled voice says from behind Potter.

The boy glances over his shoulder, eyes wide with horror. 'But-'

I can just see Voldemort around Potter's head as he steps closer. 'You have something that belongs to me, Potter. Get off of him.'

Potter gets off of me and moves away quickly. I sit up carefully. Fuck, my back hurts.

I hear the sound of flesh on flesh ring through the air before I register that my other half has gone and smacked me. I shoot him a poisonous look as my cheek flares with fire. 'And what the fuck was that for?'

Voldemort grabs me about the throat and pulls me to my feet, mindless of the fact that I'm no longer able to breath - and I know he's aware of the fact. 'I told you to stay put, did I not, Tom?' my other half purrs.

I bare my teeth at him, as I can hardly speak without any air.

'Oh, you'll be learning obedience tonight, won't you?' he murmurs before glancing up at Potter, who's standing behind me somewhere. 'I'll be seeing you around, Harry,' he offers to our enemy before pulling us sharply from the brat's mind.

I gasp as soon as I get back into my body, desperate for air, even though the suffocation I'd felt in Potter's mine didn't affect my human body.

"You've been a very bad boy, Tom," he purrs in my ear.

I glare up at him furiously. "Bugger off, you bastard."

Scaly white hands slip beneath my robe to touch my stomach. "Watch how you say things, Tom. I might just take your words for an invite."

Gritting my teeth, I kick out at him, hissing as he dances out of the way. "Let me free, you ponce!"

"Tut-tut." He waves a finger at me, staying out of my kicking range. I know he's just playing with me, or he'd have paralyzed me already.

A knock on the door makes both of us free. We spend a long moment just staring at one another before the knock comes again, this time followed by a voice, "My Lord? I heard shouting."

Voldemort spins and throws open the door just enough so he can glare out. "Get back to your position," his spits, then slams the door closed and turns on me. "It's good that I have control over my own body now," he whispers, eyes dancing madly. "I can fix these shoddy Silencing Charms of yours!" He reinforces the charms on our room before turning his wand on me. "Crucio."

I bite back on my reflex scream, allowing my body to thrash without fighting it. I've learned that fighting the Cruciatus Curse mentally makes you go mad faster. Better to ride it out.

'Fuck.'

I whip around at the sound of the voice in my mind, totally detached from my thrashing body now. 'Potter!'

Potter glances up at me with wide eyes. 'What happened?'

'The connection's too strong!' I shout, not quite sure why I feel the need to protect the brat. 'Get out before he realizes you're here!' I push him away and into a shadow that I'd conjured into being just as I sense the curse being lifted.

Reality hits firmly as I hit the bed, bouncing due to the force with which he throws me. "Immobulus."

My limbs freeze and I watch Voldemort with no little amount of terror as he starts to undress. This man is the only one I will ever truly fear. Dumbledore was nothing compared to my other half. Voldemort knows everything about me, perhaps because he is me. He knows what I fear - and, yes, there are things I fear - and he knows what will get to me. He's also insane. At least Dumbledore had morals.

"Remember, pet, you invited," he whispers as my robes disappear.

I want to shake my head, to scream, anything. I've spent seventy years without sexual contact. This bastard's going to ruin it because he didn't like my Silencing Charm.

Gentle hands take one of mine in my mind and I glance down at Potter. The boy is staring out my eyes with horror written across his face. 'What-'

'A potion gone wrong,' I sigh, too tired to resist the brat as well. I know Voldemort, just as he knows me. I'll remain trapped in my room for the rest of my most likely very short life, being used as his little toy to torture when he loses his temper. That is the way of a madman. That is the way of the most powerful wizard on the earth. 'You should leave. You don't want to see this,' I inform Potter, watching as Voldemort pumps himself so he's even harder. This is going to hurt. Great.

'I don't like you, but I won't leave you here alone while that monster fucking rapes you!' Potter screams, stepping forward and turning slightly so he can meet my gaze.

I grab the brat by the throat and lean down until we're nose to nose. 'The words of the spell are "surgo abigo". Stand on the largest rock on the crest of the land to the left of your camp. The door will need your blood, and you must beware the Inferi that will be guarding it. Speak to them in Parseltongue and they will calm - they answer positively to that language, though I know not why,' I say quickly, knowing he's my last hope at this point. To be freed from Voldemort, I will help Harry Potter find the Horcruxes that are left. 'Now go!' I push him away and mentally force him from my mind.

This hell, I will suffer through alone.

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A/N: Crazy little idea that hit me when I got bored and wanted to read a Voldemort/Tom. Didn't turn out quite as expected, but it's certainly looking fun. -rubs hands together- And, yes, I know, I should finish The Forgotten, the Of Angels and Demons series, and Reclaim before I start another fic, but I couldn't help it.

Now. Should I make this a Tom/Harry? I haven't decided yet.

Feed the hungry college author with reviews! And look forward to an update on Reclaim tomorrow!
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