Chapter 1
Tom felt cold water seep into his pages making them slippery and delicate while his leather binding scrape against cold wet stone. The ungrateful brat had thought she could throw him away! After everything he put up with, he listened to her complain about her family while he bit his tongue, to her swoon over Harry Potter the boy who lived, listened to her whine about second hand male robes. He didn’t say anything rude or degrading to her as she sullied him with tears, he consoled her after she was bullied, and he put up with her foolishness for far longer than anyone would have thought possible. Only for her to dump him in a puddle. Ginny Weasley would pay dearly.
He had no clue how long he lay in the dirty water, for all Tom knew he was there for multiple decades. He heard footsteps echoing in the hall and a door creak open, heavier than the Weasley girl but too light for an adult. Bony fingers wrapped around his binding and pluck him out of the water, a savior. The newcomer shook the book gently only to find that the parchment and black leather was already dry, obviously an act of magic. Tom is gently placed into a school bag next to a 2nd year book on transfiguration, Tom deduces that the person is a male in his second year. Now no longer in a puddle of water he waits for the boy to open him and write his name.
Harry Potter is the name of his temporary owner. The boy Ginerva Weasley was so desperately in love with, the boy who had banished his main soul shard, the boy who survived his killing curse. It was merely coincidence that he happened to find Tom but, nevertheless, it was perfect. Possessing him would be the first step, then open the Chamber of Secrets, and finally he enact his revenge (not guide HIS revenge but more revenge for him).
Tom was baffled at the thought of his main soul shard, a grown man and accomplished wizard, being killed by a fifteen month old babe. He thought and thought about how it was possible but came to one impossible conclusion: blood magic. It’s a forbidden ancient magic that Tom had read about in the restricted section of the library, it was long forgotten by the wizarding community, lost centuries ago.
How could a baby preform such a high level spell? Scratch that. A baby did not preform the spell, obviously. So who did? A parent or guardian is the most likely choice, someone who was skilled in ruins and spell work, perhaps even potions. The caster had to have been a woman, blood magic comes easily to females due to their menstruation. That settled it, it was the boys mother. She must have been a talented witch to be able to deflect an unforgivable.
The next problem is why. Why in bloody Britain would he feel the need to target a specific baby? His main soul shard must have been insane, split his soul five to many times. Went as mad as a hatter, mad enough to believe that a baby possess enough skill to be considered a threat. Tom sat on the idea for a while and decided that Harry had some sort of effect on his campaign, after all it’s the only semi logical explanation.
The night was spent writing back and forth to Harry, answering questions about the Chamber of Secrets, Salazar Slytherin, and what it means being a parslemouth. That’s what shook Tom the hardest. Either his bastard uncle had an offspring before he had killed him or Harry was a direct descendant of the Slytherin blood line. Not matter what option you fancy more, Harry Potter is related to Tom. They’re family, most likely cousins. It’s been a long time since Tom felt such a large war of emotions inside of him, pride and hatred clashed with in his mind. He writes back to Harry in his neat calligraphy.
Really is that so? I’m also a snake speaker, we must be related.
Tom can feel Harry’s hesitance before he places his quill onto the page and writes his response, joy creeping into his last letters, writing condensed and not at all pretty.
Thats brilliant! You must be on my mothers side, my mum came from a line of squibs. She was the first witch in over a decade.
That adds up, with Tom’s mother being so incompetent that she was considered a squib by the rest of the Gaunt family. Tom would’ve never thought that he and Harry were so similar, it was honestly quite reassuring.
My mother as well. I guess this makes us the Heirs of Slytherin, brothers in a way.
Tom was unsure of how Harry would react to his words, he crosses his fingers, but worries are banished when he feels Harry’s longing and happiness.
I’ve never had a family before.
Tom smiles. If anyone could have seen it they would describe it as tyrannical.
I’m an orphan too, Harry. No one loved me.
He feels slightly guilty about using such a blatantly obvious manipulation tactic, ashamed by the desperate aura he’s admitting.Tom feels warms and pressure on him, a tight squeeze of forearms. Harry is hugging the diary close to chest with watery eyes and trembling lips. For the first time in his long life Tom feels more than a thirst for power, he feels love. At the same time he feels the ways he did when he butchered Billy Stubbs’s pet rabbit.
Riddle’s soul flares in excitement and lust. Lust of Harry Potter’s soul. He begins to feed off of Harry’s magic and draws from everyone else in the Gryphindor dormitory. He NEEDS to be real to be a person again. He NEEDS to feel Harry hugging his real body, touch his skin, feel his warm blood pump safely in his veins. Once he’s real again he’ll go find his ring, collect the soul shard, protect his brother.
The entrance to the Chamber is in the bathroom you found me in, speak to it in parsletongue. Leave me there and come back once every week.
Harry reads the message and quickly replies, telling Tim that he’ll do it after charms class tomorrow. Tom doesn’t tell him that by opening the Chamber of Secrets and placing his diary there the basilisk will be set free and his classmates will die. Up until the moment Harry falls asleep on top of the diary they chatted together about all sorts of things, food preference, classes and professors, Harry’s abusive relatives. For the first time in fifty years Tom Riddle had a friend.
Then the Weasley girl stole the diary.