Chapter One
Ronald Bilius Weasley considered himself an ordinary wizarding boy. No scrap that. A below-average teenage wizard whose best friend was Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. And he has come to terms with it, all he will ever be is the 'Sidekick' and so he thought until he picked up that blasted diary in the Chamber. He met an escape. He met Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle and hopped on a roller coaster with him.
It was summer before Ron's third year, he was basking in the warmth of his room in The Burrow, St Ottery Catchpole, writing a letter to Harry. He was going to ask him to send over Hedwig as he would be in Egypt and couldn't send Harry any letters for his birthday when a voice called him.
"Ronald Weasley?" a posh but decently young voice called to him from behind.
Ron startled replied, "Who's there?"
"I'm not 'there' I'm in your mind, Weasley." The voice responded curtly
"Then get the fuck out of my mind, you dolt," Ron said cautiously with his fist balled up trembling.
"Relax, I mean no harm and I can do no harm, you're going to have to get used to me." The voice responded calmly. "Besides I can only leave once you die, so my real question is do you want to die?"
Ron immediately jumped at the question but calmed himself down enough to answer "Of course not, I value my life very much thank you."
"Then get used to me." The voice stated "And to answer your previous question my name is Tom Riddle"
"Tom Riddle?" Ron's chin quivered whilst he gritted his teeth. "Aren't you the pompous git from the Chamber of Secrets? The teenager."
Tom laughed, "At your service, your her brother. Her entries about you weren't the best. Ignored her didn't you?" He mocked.
"What would you know, you-"
"I know enough but stop worrying about Trivial things like the past. I already told you, you cannot get rid of me." The teen replied calmly. "Listen I can help you get better, be recognised. You are a diamond in the rough and I can polish you. I want the best for you since I'm stuck with you, well ever since you picked up the diary. So forget about your sister and whatever happened in the chamber. The voice changed to a gentle one "I am not a monster, I am just Tom Riddle"
"You are ‘You know who’." Ron corrected
"Voldemort and I" Ron flinched but the voice continued "are different, he has become disillusioned with our true goal and is driven by hate and his hunger for power besides the bastard lost to a child. He's a failure" Tom said
"Alright, how can I trust you exactly?" Ron questioned "I mean you almost killed my sister and my best friend whilst also petrifying my other best friend, you are not exactly 'trustworthy'"
"It is rather simple, we will do a blood contract, I assume you know of blood magic," Tom said with a tone of nonchalance "We will enter a blood pact, in which I agree to help you."
"And what do you get out of this?" Ron questioned
Tom laughed, Ron thought it was quite an immature laugh and could not believe Tom could be so normal "I want nothing but the promise that you try your best. Otherwise what good would it be for me to help you exceed."
"Alright, how do we do a blood contract?" Ron questioned "Considering you are a fucking voice."
"Calm down, Ronnie." Tom joked "Grab some parchment and quill."
Ron obliged, he stood up and marched very quickly to his nightstand and grabbed the items Tom asked for. He almost tripped on the way but he was determined to prove to Tom, he was not a joke.
"Alright, prick your finger using your wand," Tom commanded
"Uhh, it's broken." Ron replied with shame "It wasn't mine, I have not been to Olivanders before." He said downcast.
"Well, what were your parent's doing? Tom replied with malice "Surely, even they know the wand chooses the wizard, it's the opening to your true life as a wizard."
"I mean they promised to get me one after we come back from Egypt," Ron replied with newfound happiness
"Alright use the quill to prick your finger." Tom said "And I must warn you, you won't be the same after this. Our souls will be conjoint and they may be some physical and mental changes, you won't go barmy but you may become more like me. Don't worry, you need a new personality, you're mundane."
"Shut up, you prick, your dead." Ron joked
"Alright let me do the next steps, ill take over," Tom stated
Before Ron could argue, he fell unconscious and woke up with a contract before him, blinding his eyes momentarily. Bewildered he remembered his previous conversation.
"Hello Ronnie boy, your back." Tom said, "The contract is written and drawn up, I am expecting you to work hard."
"I thought you would be manipulative and a bit of a prick." Ron replied, "No offence, I am just surprised at your kindness."
"I mean, I am whatever I was" Tom replied curtly, "But," he paused and continued "I am stuck with you, which means I might as well take advantage of our current opportunity and your forgetting I am just a teenager. And by the way, you can get rid of the diary."
Ron remembered the diary he picked up in the Chamber and begins to mentally reprimand himself for getting himself in this mess but remembers how much he wanted to be the one to save his sister and how he was too weak to do so. Tom promises power and self-acceptance. Is he so bad? All Ron wanted was to feel respected.
"Ron, don't worry. Tom stated feeling his nervous thoughts, "You will get everything you yearn for. Now get some sleep, the changes you will incur to your magic and physical body won't be pleasant. Also, don't tell anyone I exist.
"Why not?" Ron replied confused, "You seem a decent bloke."
"Well, you idiot, to everyone else I am still Lord Voldemort." Tom stated as if it was obvious, "Do you want to be hunted down and killed? Secrecy is your biggest weapon now."
"Oh, alright." Ron said feeling quite dumb "Sorry."
"Don't dwell on it too much, get some sleep," Tom commanded.
Ron ran downstairs and told his mother how tired he was and that he wouldn't be having dinner right now. After some questions about how he was, he brushed his mother off and carried himself upstairs. Cursing Tom for draining his energy. He locked the door to his room and collapsed on his bed. His thoughts were on the next day and the physical changes, Tom spoke of until he drifted to sleep.