Tomarry One Shots

Selfish Needs

Summary: Voldemort is pleased to learn the wards around Potter's house allow him entrance because of their shared blood. He decides to pay Potter a visit to nullify the prophecy once and for all. Harry Potter is just overall not having a fun time. It gets infinitely worse when the Dark Lord shows up. Voldemort does not account for a moody teenager to be his horcrux when he enters the Dursley's residence. He adjusts quickly.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to Dumbash1105 on Ao3

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When Harry opens his eyes it is with much reluctance and despair. He spends the first couple of minutes wishing he had not woken up at all, before realizing he has never been lucky enough for that. Summers were already terrible enough, but now good old Tommy has risen from the dead because he apparently lives to torture Harry, quite literally. And if it wasn't enough to be kidnapped, watch a boy die, and get tortured, Harry has been left in the dark. Again. Not a single word from Dumbledore, his supposed friends, or even his godfather about the world outside of the Dursley residence. For all he knows Voldemort could have taken over wizarding Britain by now and is murdering everyone Harry knows.

A mean, dark part of Harry tells himself that he doesn't care. That if they had cared about him they would have done more. They wouldn't have shipped him off to his nasty relatives and kept him ignorant. That part of Harry whispers brilliant curses that he could use on them if he ever saw them again.

He wonders if he should be concerned that the devious little whispers start to sound more appealing with each missed meal, split lip, and "freak" he deals with. Probably nothing to worry about.

What he does worry about is how he's going to pretend to be their perfect little Golden Boy when he eventually sees them again. He's no stranger to acting a little dumber and lighter around the headmaster, but his ire has grown to destructive levels and he honestly might string the coot by his beard if he has to see him any time soon.

Good thing for Dumbledore, Harry is currently locked away at the Dursley residence. Harry is certain that he can calm his mind down and prepare his persona by the time he has to see anyone again.

With that semi-calming thought, Harry gets out of his bed, ignoring the aching coming from all over his body. A glance at his old alarm clock shows that it is nine in the morning, and his heart skips a beat. There is no way Petunia let him sleep in without making breakfast. He walks over to his bedroom door and puts his ear against the door. There's noise coming from the kitchen, and if he strains his hearing enough he can hear talking. That is... peculiar to say the least. Harry doesn't think he's missed cooking breakfast in years, Petunia is very dutiful to pound on his bedroom door if he doesn't wake up early enough himself.

He tries to listen for specific conversations when he notices a staticky feeling in the air. He flinches away from the door on instinct, wondering what –or who– could cause the magic he's feeling.

Dumbledore. Or a Weasley? Perhaps they have come to pick me up. What should be a comforting thought to any normal teenager trapped in a magicless household only causes Harry to tense further. He tries to slow down his rapid breathing and frantically flicks through his head to figure out what he might say if it is one of the aforementioned people. He silently walks over to his nightstand and grabs his wand from the drawer, holding it in a tight grip by his side.

Harry skips all of the loud steps as he walks down the stairs. Without stepping onto the ground floor yet, he tilts his head to look down the hall and through the open kitchen door. Sure enough, he can see movement as Petunia walks back and forth between the counters and appliances.