Slytherin Boys

Villians And Victory

(Time to check in on Voldy. Fun fact: My best guy friend refers to himself as Voldemort and me as Bellatrix.)

Tom Riddle was currently dreaming, watching his younger self at the age of four with his first magic display. The older Tom Riddle was sitting on the bed in the room, observing four year old him who had accidentally made things fall off the shelves.

Tom the Toddler lurched away from the mess as the door flew open to reveal the mess and a scared child to a woman. "What did you do?!" The owner of the orphanage had her hands on her hips.

"Dunno... It fell..." Tom the Toddler offered the explanation. He was scared of being in trouble again.

"It better have only fallen." The woman gave a suspicious look at the child before helping to clean up.

*back in the waking world*

Tom Riddle jolted awake, hand to his face. He was currently in a beautifully decorated room and Nagini hissed up from her position under the blankets. 'Are you okay, Master?'

'I am fine. Just a foolish dream.' Tom hissed back, stroking the snake's head. 'Go back to sleep now.'

Tom got up and filled the tub in the bathroom connected to his rooms. The pale, snake like wizard sat in the hot water, wincing slightly as tense muscles relaxed. He had filled the tub with lavender scented bubbles as they help stress. Tom had also added some candles to add to the relaxation.

Even villians needed things to relax too. Especially one hellbent on taking Dumbledore down. He knew Dumbledore was a bad guy. "Why is there so much suffering from that old fool? And why are these dreams coming up now?" He spoke aloud to himself, head resting on a towel. "They're throwing me off now."

"Maybe you should work on regaining your sanity and younger appearance." A female voice said with a giggle at the end.

"Not you again... Why are you back here? You aren't real." Tom Riddle refused to open his eyes, ignoring the woman. She had been showing up after each nightmare for the past two months and disappearing before he could see her.

"Cause I'm trying to help you, you fool." The woman sighed, pouring water over his face and watching him sputter before vanishing as his eyes opened.

"For the love of Morgana!" Tom shouted. "STOP DOING THAT!" His only response from the woman was a giggle that faded. He got out and wrapped in a towel, drying himself off while grumbling.

*A few days later*

Tom was gathering all his Horcruxes and working on persuading the pieces to rejoin his soul fragment. He however could not find the one last piece and was frustrated. He didn't have access to at least two of them though as they were in Hogwarts.

"Where could it be?! I only made the six..." Tom hit his head on the wall repeatedly, cursing in parseltongue.

"I know what you don't know." He heard the taunting female voice. He couldn't heal until they had all of them.

"WHERE IS IT!" He screamed it out loud, throwing his hands up. Tom needed to know. He wanted to regain his sanity and body. Tom was sick of the way he felt so out of control all the time. That was why he punished his followers so much, to regain a measure of control.

"I'll give you a hint. It's in a thing you have a connection to in a way you cannot understand." The woman's voice came from thin air.

"A connection I can't understand?" Tom sighed, laying on his bed now and covering up. "I'll sleep on it..."

"Night night. Sleep tight, Tommy." She cooed at him, invisible hands tucking in the blankets like he was a child. "Sleep well."

"I'm not three..." Tom whined like a child though. "I'm Lord Voldemort. Fear me."

"Oh so scary." She teased before vanishing. It amused her to mess with Tom Riddle.

*Voldy's dream*

"Hi!" A green eyed toddler waved at Tom Riddle who stared at him. "What is your name?"

"Tom." Tom was surprised by his childish voice, looking at his hands and realized they were child sized. "I'm Tom Riddle."

"I'm not s'posed to tell my name." The green eyed two year old said. "Can call me Bambi!"

"Hi Bambi." Tom felt awkward, pretty sure Bambi was a deer from a book he had read at the orphanage.

"Wanna play?" Bambi pulled Tom to a swing set that had materialized in the clearing with them. "Swing." Harry needed help getting in the baby swing. Tom helped him as best as he could and making sure he was safely in before pushing him carefully. Tom had never really played before but being back in his five year old body made him want to.

"Hold on tight." Tom cautioned, keeping his pushes relatively low. The two passed an hour in the dream on the swings before going on the playset that had appeared. Tom sat with Bambi in front of him as they slid down, going down that way six or eight times. When Bambi fell and scraped his knee, Tom pulled out a bandaid and kissed it better. "All better?"

"All better." Bambi sniffled slightly before hugging the older boy around the neck. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Bambi." Tom felt awkward, patting Harry's back gently. "Now are you ready to sleep?" A tent had appeared and the two went in, finding a bedroom, living room and kitchen.

"Nigh nigh. Tired." Harry yawned, clinging to his new friend who helped him on the big bed. The two curled up and fell asleep.