I saw a blur of red and gold flying above me, feeling something wet fall onto my finger...or at least where it used to be.
The liquid sizzled as it hit my wound, and the pain started to lessen. Suddenly the mass of red and gold flew off and I felt myself being lifted into the air.
"I saw what you did (Y/n)."
I was shifting in and out of consciousness, pain radiating all over my body.
"I shouldn't have let it get this far."
The voice sounded familiar, I couldn't recognize it though; it sounded so far away, as though the speaker was underwater.
"I made Dumbledore a promise. I hoped I'd never have to go through with it though. In honor of his memory I'll wait. But be ready (Y/n), because after that I will hunt you down. I will kill you (Y/n)."
...
Are you okay (Y/n)?
I could feel that I was lying on the soft bed of the hospital wing, my body aching all over.
I felt empty inside. Part of me was gone.
"I don't know Tom." I thought back to him.
Do you remember what happened?
"Vaguely. I lost control...and I lost the ring." I thought to Tom.
Yes. Yes you did.
"So it's gone now? Whatever was inside of me is gone? Destroyed?"
I...I don't know.
"What was it? What was in that ring? How did it get there?"
It was...well I should start from the beginning. When I was still in the diary, when you found me I was a mix of myself, and Voldemort. Believe it or not Voldemort wasn't always as evil as he is now.
He...we were a lot like you. Didn't feel like we had family we could turn too. Angry. Bitter. I think that's why I was drawn to you. But then...then when you got hold the diary, I felt something.
We weren't just similar, we were the same.
"Well yeah you're my dad, but I won't exactly say we're the same."
No, you don't get it, we were the same. I felt the same presence in you that was in me. Voldemort.
"You...you mean I'm a horcrux?"
I believe so yes, Voldemort and I latched on to that part of you, we tried to use it to get stronger, but it didn't work as we expected. We ended up becoming a part of you instead of the other way around.
I thought that Voldemort and I would slowly corrupt you, steal your body and effectively tune you into what I am now.
"Wait what? You wanted to steal my body?" I thought, slightly angry but mostly hurt. I mean I knew Tom wasn't always the best influence on me, but I didn't think he'd actually try to steal my body.
Look I know it sounds bad (Y/n), but I was under Voldemort's influence. But that didn't last long. Slowly he started to separate from me. I didn't think it was possible, but slowly I felt his sway over me weaken as he shifted himself to you.
"Is...is that why you're so...nice?"
I think so. All of Voldemort's evil, and corruption...I think it seeped from me to you.
"Like some kind of parasite?"
Yeah...look I'm sorry (Y/n), if I knew this would happen...
"It's okay Tom. Trust me I know what Voldemort's influence can be like."
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Half Blood Prince
Fanfiction(Y/n) Riddle has spent almost two months in Azkaban, feeling more and more distract, devoid of almost all interacts expect for the occasional visit. His only hope is his upcoming trial, but who knows how that will end.
