Hi! I've been thinking and I thought it would be cool to write a fiction about a younger Voldemort. You know...see life through his eyes for a change instead of from behind a pair of round lenses. Yeah he might be evil and twisted but thats what makes him so...Voldy-like...if you get what I mean.

Well anyway...I'll let you find out just what sort of life he lives...

Disclaimer: All the places and the majority of characters included in this fic are not of my own creation but are those of the amazing mind of JK Rowling.








Chapter one: Flashback

Tom watched the boy with the sword climb high and higher trying to escape Inigani’s fearsome attacks. Her great scaly head rising magnificently after him her tongue flickering all the while. Tom felt whole again, whole for the first time since he was forced to part from his dear friend. He watched as she swayed and jabbed, a faint smile playing about his lips as Potter tried desperately to ward her off. How stupid he was to think he could defeat them when no one had defeated them ever before. He looked down at the Weasley girl lying on the floor and felt the remains of her strength draining into him. He rose a hand and inspected it. The transfer was almost complete.
Keep it up Inig, he said to the basilisk, we’re almost there.
He is naught but an overstuffed mouse wielding a thorn. No challenge at all She replied
Ok….but be careful I’m still not completely aware of the extent of his abilities.
His abilities are not great, she said and jabbed at Potter again smearing the rock with blood from her eyes where Fawks had pecked at them.
Once I am whole again I can heal them for you,
That would be appreciated, she said in a low hiss swinging her great head around to face Harry as he scrambled onto the bare scalp of Slytherin,
I’ve missed you Tom,
And I you. He smiled and turned to face the girl again with hungry eyes. Twirling Potters wand between his fingers he examined her pretty face and thought what a waste it was to kill her. At least she would go far towards Inigani’s dessert after she had finished off Potter. He looked around the chamber taking in the familiar pillars and arches; he inhaled deeply content in his old lair.

There was a scream behind him. A horrible skin tingling scream that tore at his eardrums and rose the hairs on his arms. He span around and his heart stopped. Potter’s sword was protruding from the crown of Inigani’s head. Tom blinked; his brain stopped then whirled into reverse, his past times with Inigani span before him. Sitting in the centre of her warm coils telling her about his OWLs, talking with her through the walls of the exam hall, throwing roast rooster for her to catch from the very place Potter was currently standing, telling her that Dumbledore had refused to give him a job and that he could not now return to the school so he could visit her, he remembered her shock and anger and he remembered climbing onto her neck and hissing in her ear soothing words that calmed her distress.

It was too much for his newly reformed heart he fell to his knees and suddenly he was not in the chamber but in the Slytherin dormitory kneeling beside his four poster clutching a pair of robes embroidered with a snake twisted into the form of an ‘S’ and just below that a green and silver badge with PREFECT on it. He threw the robes onto his bed and got up stretching his stiff legs and shoulders. Yawning he dressed and descended the stairs into the common room.
“Hey Tom,” called Nott from the fireplace where he was sprawled on a leather sofa playing gobstones with Avory while a group of fourth year girls watched them admiringly. When they saw Tom they all got up and scurried over to him but stopped a few meters away and collapsed into a fit of giggles. They put their head together then a short dark haired one was pushed out of the group towards him. She squealed and tried to claw her way back in but they didn’t let her. Tom rolled his eyes and strolled out the portrait hole lifting a hand in acknowledgment of Nott and Avory who were trying to hide there own fits of laughter. Tom growled under his breath and stalked away down the corridor. He strolled towards the girls bathroom and was about to enter when Bella fell out with Daphne Parkinson laughing madly. Tom stopped in his tracks and looked at them suspiciously through narrow eyes.
“Oh….Hia Tom,” panted Bella through bursts of laughter, “Why are you here?” she asked calming down suddenly and breathing deeply returned his suspicious glare.
“Yeah, this is the girls bathroom.” Drawled Daphne with a small smirk.
“I was merely passing,” said Tom coolly focusing on Daphne’s deep brown eyes and holding her in place with the force of her stare,
“Yes well,” interrupted Bella breaking his focus, “you don’t want to go in there anyway. Moaning Myrtle is throwing a tantrum again,”
“Moaning Myrtle?” asked Tom
“Yeah, you would think after all the name calling she would take a hint and act her age,”
Said Bella laughing again as Daphne snorted and they began laughing again.
Tom smiled he understood what they meant, Myrtle was always moaning and he thought the nickname suited her.
“I’m going out to the lake while Daphne finishes her book about…”
“Its about family trees, you should know you gave it to me,”
“I did?”
“Yeah years ago, I’ve only just found it again.”
“Family trees?” asked Tom, excitement leaping up inside him.
“Yeah, pure bloods only. It has load of stuff about the Blacks and the Malfoys and Gaunts and it mentions the Peverall family at some point and they’re meant to be like….really ancient.”
Tom’s eyes widened as he realised what a treasure trove he had discovered maybe at last he would discover something about his parentage.
“say,” he said with a dangerous edge to his voice, “would you let me borrow that book once your finished with it?”
“Of course,” said Daphne managing a weak smile.
“Anyway….” Said Bella, “Do you want to walk down to the lake with me while Daph finishes the book?”
“Um…sure.”
Bella marched away her thick black hair swinging back and forth. Tom glanced at Daphne who had a frown on her face then followed Bella down the corridor.

When they reached the doors the sun had just sunken behind the forest and Tom could see the hulking form of Hagrid, a third year student who was obsessed with magical beasts, was trudging back towards the castle with a bulky sack over his shoulder.
Tom exchanged a sly glance with Bella and they strode off at a brisk pace towards Hagrid as he stomped towards them.
“What are you doing out here at this time?” asked Tom, his prefect badge gleaming in the last of the light,
“I’m taking Ara….er….Aran for a walk.” Stuttered Hagrid with a guilty look on his face,
“Aran…?” asked Bella looking around,
“Um….yeah he’s my….um….cat….and he needed a walk so…I took him for one.”
“You walk you cat?” scoffed Bella,
“and where is it?”
“What?” asked Hagrid looking around,
“the cat you moron!” Hissed Tom impatiently,
“Oh! Um….he is in a box…..in my sack.”
Tom looked at the sack. It did look as if there was a box in there but why on earth would he keep a cat in a box.
“I’m sorry Hagrid,” he said with an evil smile, “but I’m afraid I’ll have to put you in detention unless you prove to me that your’re ridiculous story is true and that your not trying to cart illegal grubs into the school again….that would be most….unfortunate,” he said drawing his wand and twirling it threateningly.
“I…I…no!” and Hagrid began to run up to the castle his sack bobbing about madly.
Bella flicked her hair back, “should I stun him?” she asked,
“Allow me,” Tom raised his wand and a jet of red light sprang from it towards Hagrid’s back where it struck him on the shoulder. He did not fall, stunned to the floor but merely looked back at them and ran even faster. Tom looked at Bella confused and raising his wand said “Accio sack.” The sack yanked itself from Hagrid’s grip and flew towards them. Tom caught it and pulled a wooden box from inside it. The box was shaking violently but Tom held it tightly. Bella leaned over as he opened the box and fell back with a shriek. A big black something scuttled out of the box and towards Hagrid who was running towards them his wand drawn.
“You leave Aragog alone you treacherous, cowardly, backstabbing, power hungry, devil!” Hagrid bellowed running at them. Bella shot another stunner at him but it bounced off him as if it were no more than a pebble. Hagrid scooped the black thing off the floor, shot a badly aimed jinx at Tom then fled into the darkness.

Tom looked down at Bella who snorted and tried unsuccessfully to hide her giggles.
“What a loser,” she sniggered,
Tom rolled his eyes and turned towards the lake setting off at a swift walk. It was few moments before Bella realised he was gone and looked around before spotting him and hurrying after him through the gathering darkness. Bella shot him a questioning look which he ignored and focused on the moon which had risen a few inches above the trees. It was as if someone had strung up a fat silver sickle and sprinkled it with diamonds. Tom breathed in the fresh, cool air and detected the hint of smoke that rose up from the gamekeepers hut. He loved the night. The grass crunched under their feet as they neared the flat mirror and Tom spied a singled tentacle slipping back into the water.

Tom paused at the waters edge and stared down at his perfect reflection outlined against the nights sky. Bella flopped onto the grass and began twirling a reed between her fingers humming, A cauldron full of hot strong love. She looked up at Tom but he ignored her again. His mind was pining, pining for his other half. Struck by a sudden inspiration he turned to Bella,
“Fancy a dip?”
She looked at him with a smirk as if she thought he was joking,
“Yeah go on then,” she said sarcastically.
Tom shrugged of his cloak and cast the bubble head charm around him. He glanced at Bella and was pleased to see her gaping at him.
“You’ll freeze!” she said. He shrugged and kicked off his shoes shaking his head. He waded out until the frigid waters reached his waist and his feet slipped over slimy beds of pebbles. He took a deep breathe and plunged himself into the water which was cold but not unbearably so. He swam purposefully forwards clawing his way along like a giant frog. His breathes came loud and heavy in his ears echoing around his bubble. The underwater world seemed did not seem strange and alien to him as he clawed along the bottom of the lake, but more like a familiar page in a good book. Towering turrets of reeds and rock loomed out of the darkness telling him to turn back but he paid as little attention to them as he had to Bellatrix. He scowled to himself as he glanced over his shoulder and was satisfied to see no Bella pursuing him. He noticed the formation of rock shaped like a unicorn’s horn and beyond that the outline of the first mer-house and the distant wails of the merpeople’s eerie voices. He turned left just before the pillar of rock and dived down a steep tunnel. Soon he was swimming through total darkness so he lit his wand with some difficulty and proceeded with it clamped tight in his teeth.

He had been swimming for what he thought must have been at least five minutes when the rough rock tunnel began to slant upwards and the jagged walls of sharp shell and slate began to smooth into the innards of a man or wizard made tunnel that twisted and turned a lot more but was constantly rising higher and higher with each stroke. Just when his muscles had begun to scream for rest he saw a dim glow ahead and kicked more ferociously until he came out of the tunnel and was swimming through a large basin of water half the size of the lake. The limestone bricks splayed out beneath him as he rose rapidly towards the surface. Tom’s head broke the surface of the water and he kicked to a shallower part where he stood up and removed the bubble head charm before staggering over to the edge of the water and dried himself with a non-verbal spell. He shook his dark head and looked around the chamber of secrets.


TBC

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Chapter two: Inigani

Tom scanned the line of snake heads, the chamber entrance and various other tunnel openings but finally he spied what he had hoped to find. A huge snake coiled at the base of the statue of Salazar Slytherin. She was asleep and a steady rasping noise could be heard issuing from her slit nostrils.

He smiled slightly, something his stiff face was unaccustomed to after weeks of nothing but a frown, and walked quietly towards the slumbering creature. Every step made his smile grow until he stood before the giant snake beaming from ear to ear showing perfect rows of white teeth. The basilisk opened one huge eye and let out a low hiss,
Your late, said Inigani in a grumpy voice.
I’m sorry, Tom replied in parseltongue, but Bella held me up.
Inigani snorted and rolled her eyes flicking her tongue out from between her long fangs, you could have escaped if you wanted to.
Well I did didn’t I? said Tom, I came as fast as I could.
Inigani refocused on him and a hint of a smile played about her scaly lips.
I suppose, she hissed.
Tom smiled even more and sat down beside her leaning on her scaly side.
I’ve had a terrible summer. He said,
Really that’s not like you. I thought you would have loved the orphanage this time around. I mean come on…..something has to change to make it more exciting. New brats arriving to drive people up the wall perhaps? Teased Inigani in a mocking tone.
Tom jabbed at her side playfully with his wand and tickled her. Neither of which made any difference as he could not penetrate her scaly hide.
How was yours then? He asked
Oh same old same old. Sleep a little…..sleep a little more and when I have slept all I can I just lie here and think how much time is being wasted while we are apart.Tom turned to her, well now we’re not and there is no need to be lonely.
I never said lonely, laughed Inigani. It was a strange sound. Like the noise a rain maker makes when turned upside down. Fancy a swim? She added lifting herself into an ‘s’ shape.
I’ve just had one….but since your offering. Tom climbed up and onto Inigani’s head that she lowered for him and gripped as best he could…..which wasn’t very well, then whooped as she dived into the water nearly pushing him off her with the force of the frigid liquid. Tom had to perform a nonverbal bubble head charm before stowing his wand away safe. They sped through the water at a much faster pace than Tom had when he had been swimming the other way. They shot through the tunnel like an arrow and before long burst out into the eerily lit bowls of the lake. It was so dark Tom could not see properly but after the previous pitch blackness of the tunnel it seemed brighter than before.

Shadowy figures gilded silver twisted into unknown shapes and elegant forms loomed out of the dark water towards them in a strange beauty. Tom gripped the scales beneath him harder as Inigani began to twist into a steady squirm. It was like a wave was travelling up her spine as propelled herself through the murky depths. She coiled and twirled and dived and rolled and all the while the bone chilling voices of the merpeople sang out from the shadows. Tom smiled as a stream of bubbles from Inigani’s nose streamed into his face as she swam under a stone arch. Ahead he could see the endless stretch of weeds that wafted about in the movement of the water like a crop field bending in the breeze. Tom thought he saw a grindilow arc over the sea of green and made sure that his numb hands could reach his wand, not that he had anything to fear while Inigani was there. One of her eyes rolled back to look at Tom clinging to her neck. He grinned and she flicked her tongue. His limbs were now so cold he could not feel them at all. Inigani was running out of breath so spiralling down to a stony bit of the floor she coiled herself into a tight spring and Tom clenched every muscle in his body preparing for the shock. Inigani looked at him once more before letting forth a ring of bubbles from her nose which she then propelled herself through with explosive force and power. She sprang up straightening her body into a vertical shaft as the surface rushed up to meet them. Tom was slipping further and further down her back. They broke the surface and Inigani kept going several feet into the air. Tom was flung off completely and was in the process of falling back towards the water when he landed on Inigani’s thick tail as she slid back below the surface. He clutched at the scales as he became submerged once more in the disrupted lake water.

This time they did not dive deep but glided just below the surface. Tom raised a hand and saw it cutting the top of the water into a speeding V. He lifted his head and pushed himself up a bit more, tensing as the water pressed against his less streamlined body. His head broke the surface and he thought how strange it would look to an observer if they simply saw his head skimming across the surface of the lake like some sort of mutilated pebble. In front of him Inigani’s head popped up too and she arched her back so that her long body formed great archways on the water like a giant sea serpent. Tom laughed to himself as an arch rose up beneath him pushing him up into the air. A breeze blew against him making his skin burn with cold as feeling rushed back into his limbs. He shivered as Inigani slid forwards towards the shore.

Teeth chattering he slid down the remains of Inigani’s back and tail and onto the muddy ground. He drew his wand and flicked it so that his robes inflated with warm comfortable air. Dry he stuffed his hands into his arm pits and retrieved his cloak from the ground where he had left it. Luckily Bella had gone….otherwise Inigani would probably end up dead and himself expelled. He could never let that happen.

Wrapping himself in his cloak he stumped over to where the giant snake lay coiled up strands of vapour drifting up from her nostrils. He slid into the heart of the spiralled tangle of scales. Huddling up against a warm side he sighed and looked up at the stars.
No school tomorrow, he hissed,
Will you visit me?
I will try,
What will you say to Bella?
Not much.
Inigani laughed again making that peculiar sound that the rain maker instrument makes like beads trickling down a wash board. Tom smiled and snuggled deeper into the nest of warm scales. Inigani lifted her great head and lay it on a coil above Tom, tightening her hold on him, flicking her tongue.
We will se each other more this year yes? She asked in a low hiss
Definitely, he replied closing his eyes against the perfect moon and stars. He sighed again and relaxed his muscles feeling safe for the first time since before the summer.

TBC


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Chapter 3 : The Guants

“Where did you go?” asked Bella in a worried voice,
“Hmm?” asked Tom running a hand through his hair and looking about the common room. Rodolphus, Bella and Nott were sitting on the leather sofa in front of the fire, Rodulphus reading a book on pickled doxies and their uses, Bella and Nott had been having a frantic whispered discussion but when Tom had walked through the portrait hole they had ceased immediately telling Tom exactly who they had been talking about.
“What’s it to you?” he grunted glaring at them and making for the dormitory and fresh robes.
“Nott says you didn’t come back all night.”
“Yeah….I fell asleep in the library…so?” he said narrowing his eyes a frown appearing on his mouth.
“I…just wondered.”
“Yeah, well don’t. I’m not like you or Daph and I’m not about to change.”
Even though Bella looked a little hurt she did seem to relax a bit. Tom rolled his eyes, exaggerating the movement and plodded off towards the stairs ignoring the “morning Tom” which was thrown at him from the other end of the room by an arrogant third year.

Climbing the stairs two at a time he opened the door to the boys dormitory and went to his trunk. Pulling on a new pair of robes he set off down the stairs again and pushing open the portrait hole walked to the library. Strolling into the restricted section he shot a dazzling smile at Madam Frost, the librarian, and began browsing the section on dangerous beasts. Pulling a heavy book with an enlarged hippogriff eye on the cover from the shelf he walked to an armchair and, hefting the book, sat down. The book was titled, Beasts of Britain. Scanning the index he found what he was looking for.
Imported creatures pg 342. Turning to the correct page he saw a contents of that chapter and seeing the word Acromantula turned to that page immediately.
He read,
This giant breed of spider often found lurking in mountains was illegally imported to Scotland in 1872. Breeding of Acromantula is illegal and is not recommended if you value your life. Such cases have often resulted in loss of limb or several years imprisonment. In 1881 Charles Forthright was executed under a proven accusation that had been breeding and cross breeding this hideous beast and setting them on young children who strayed from the forest path while collecting wood.
“Hi Tom,” Tom looked up. It was Daphne.
“Oh…hi,”
“Listen I’ve got the book.”
“What?” he said looking down at the book in her hands which was decorated with an elaborately painted oak tree,
“A wizards genealogy.”
“You…you have?”
“Yeah, I asked Bella and she said you could borrow it.”
“Thanks!” said Tom jumping up with a little too much enthusiasm and sending Daphne toppling backwards. Tom grabbed her arm and helped her regain her balance before ripping the book from her hands and studying its cover more closely.
“Thanks again Daph….” He said then murmured in parseltongue, pure gold…
A slightly shocked Daphne left the library an angry Madam Frost following her with scolding eyes. Tom opened the book and began to read a section on the development of the Peveralls and how they were linked to a well-known fiction book.

It was late in the afternoon when a voice behind him finally drew him out of his obsessive trance,
What are you doing?
Tom smiled and didn’t bother turning round. Recognising the parseltongue hissed,
Just reading a book Bella lent me. It’s about pure blood family trees.
Right up your street, said the bodyless voice but Tom knew that Inigani was lurking in the pipe work within the wall.
Yeah….I’ve just gotten to the end of the Weasley’s history, he suppressed a shiver,
Any luck?
No, not a mention of a Riddle… or a Tom for that matter all through the Blacks, Weasleys, Malfoys and Peveralls.
I’m sure you’ll find something…
I hope I do.
He turned the page and saw the title, The Gaunts.
Do you have prefect duties tonight? She asked
Yeah….and I think I’ll read up on potions after I’ve finished this book too. We’ve got our OWLs this year and Slughorn expects my best.
Are you going to have time to come?
Tom paused, waves of guilt crashing about him, I’ll come, even if it means I don’t finish the book and have to read about pickled goods during breakfast…I’ll see you soon.
He heard the slight rustling as her dry scales slid against the stone piping in the wall and returning to the book, began to read about the Gaunt families disabilities and poverty due to their inbreeding.

It was half an hour later however, when Tom was just about to shut the book and go and meet Inigani when he saw it. The name Marvolo at the top of the page, the ‘M’ was an ornate twisted snake surrounded by tiny illustrations. He nearly dropped the book as his eyes widened. His fingers tightened on the book turning his knuckles white. He began to read with such ferocity that his eyes began to hurt. He absorbed every fact he could about Marvolo’s life but after the chapter turned to the criminal record of his son Morfin he lost interest. It was not, could not be his grandfather. It was just a coincidence that their names were the same. His relatives would never be such low lives. Closing the book he shook his head and stowing it in his bag he set off towards the girls bathroom.

After checking the cubicles for Myrtle or anyone else who might be lurking in there Tom bolted the bathroom door and turned to the sinks. Standing in front of the tap he knew was marked with a snake he said in parseltongue,
Open. The sinks slid away to reveal the gaping maw of a stone tube that sank deep below the castle. Taking a deep breath Tom jumped and slid down the long chute to land in a small chamber. He got up and ran down the larger tunnel out of the four that presented themselves to him. His feet slapped against the wet stone echoing off the walls joining the constant dripping and trickling noise that formed a calming tune in his head. Tom relaxed a bit and allowed his arms to lower themselves to a more comfortable position. Jogging into the main chamber Tom stopped and looked around. Inigani was not there. He was about to call her when a voice from behind him made him jump so badly his bag slipped from his shoulder and fell with a thud to the floor.
Don’t do that! He hissed
Sorry… couldn’t resist
Well… where’s your self-control?
Where’s your sense of humour?
I’m…I’m sorry, said Tom resting a hand on Inigani’s side, Its just I’m no closer to finding out who my father was, or my mother for that matter, than I was last year.
I take it the book didn’t help. She said lowering her head so Tom could climb on.
No… there was just this stuff about this man called Gaunt, Marvolo Gaunt.
Inigani let out a low hiss, Marvolo…
I know that’s what I thought,
And was he...you know…your grandfather?
I don’t think so. It just had a load of stuff about how he had tried to sell his own cousin to get enough gold to buy a cow. He was a lying thieving scumbag and his son was too. I haven’t finished the chapter yet though….I might not bother there could be some other family more worthy of my attention.
So Gaunt didn’t have a daughter?
No…not that I know of.
And the orphanage definitely said Marvolo was your mother’s father…
Yeah…it’s hopeless.
Well you should finish the chapter just in case.
mmmmm…Tom said absently rubbing Inigani behind her head as she slithered down a side tunnel.

They randomly wandered the labyrinth of tunnels talking like they hadn’t talked in ages. Tom finally said goodbye to Inigani when his prefect duties called him back to the lonely corridors. He let her carry him back to the bathroom then patted her nose and walked out of the door straight into Dumbledore.
“Tom!” he said in a shocked voice,
Tom froze fear rising up inside him. He could hear Inigani sliding back down the tube and the sinks slotting back into place.
“Evening Professor,” he said attempting an innocent look,
“What were you doing in there?” he asked piercing him with his blue eyes.
“Um…well…” Tom stalled his brain whirling wildly,
“Yes?”
“Well, I was doing my Prefect duties, patrolling the corridors when I heard someone crying in the bathroom.”
“Oh dear,”
“Yes I know. So I tried to find Farica, she does duties with me, to let her know but I couldn’t so I walked in and saw that there was water all over the floor. Moani….I mean Myrtle was really upset because Olive had been teasing her again and I told her how she should just ignore him then I sent her to Madam Pomfry for a calming potion and told her to go straight to her dormitory after to avoid meeting Olive again. I stayed behind to clean up the water.” Tom finished with a shrug that he hoped was convincing enough.
“Yes…well done Tom. As I told you before bullying is not tolerated at this school. I am glad you were made a prefect. You show great promise.”
“Um…thanks.”
“Your welcome,”
Tom bowed his head and hurried past Dumbledore. He could feel the professor’s eyes boring into his back all the way down the corridor.

Once he turned the corridor he broke into a run and hoped that Dumbledore could not hear his flailing feet as he sprinted randomly away. Up two more flights of stairs and along five more corridors he came to a skidding stop panting and clutching at a sharp stitch in his side. His bag fell to the floor again and he thought he heard an inkbottle smash. Groaning he lifted his bag and siphoned all the ink out of it and conjuring a new bottle put a stopper in it and slipped it back into the tangle of parchment, quills and books.
Straightening his robes he took a deep breath and began his patrol of the castle.


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