Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Interlude I

Godric Hollow, West Country, England

Monday the 6th of July 1992

11:45 PM

"Gellert...what are you doing in here? It's dangerous," Tom said, his arms crossed as he leaned in the doorway of the decrepit cottage. Sitting in the chair in front of a roaring fire was a young man with dark brown hair. His eyes were navy and he had a slightly and pleasant smile on his face.

"Tom! Come in, come in," he said, gesturing to the other armchair. Tom walked in, stiffly, his movements almost mechanical. He sat across from the fire and looked deep into it.

"Gellert, why are you in your old house? Dumbledore, the fool, comes almost every night. What is the purpose of being in a place where he could easily find you?" demanded Tom. Gellert looked unconcerned and this made Tom grit his teeth in anger.

"Is Albus coming tonight?" Gellert asked. Tom sighed and rolled his eyes at his 'uncle's' disregard for his own safety. He was entirely too confident.

"No. Minerva was able to stop him from coming tonight. Said it was bad for his health. What possessed you to do something as stupid as steal the Stone? You told me you were going to wait for me to take it and then you go make Snape suspicious by possessing Quirrell of all people!" Tom ranted. Gellert smirked and rolled his eyes.

"He had the weakest mind barriers. And you were taking entirely too long. I got a little...ah, desperate. Hmm, what happened to the Stone? I'm sure I can find another opportunity," Gellert said, cheerfully. Tom snorted and Gellert looked at him curiously and Tom ran a hand through his loose hair.

"The Stone was destroyed."

"WHAT?" Gellert roared, standing up. Tom was staring at him with a blasé expression, entirely too used to the sudden mood changes.

"You heard me. We'll have to put our plans on hold for now. No matter..." Tom said, lightly, as if he didn't care. Gellert suddenly grabbed Tom by his collar and Tom's wand was out in the blink of an eye. Gellert released him immediately.

He knew who was the more powerful of the two. Tom had always been more powerful and he had lived the past, almost twelve years without him. He had taken control of the situation and he knew that he wasn't just Gellert's underling anymore.

He was his lord.

"Don't ever grab me like I am your child, Gellert," he whispered dangerously. Gellert settled back into his seat but didn't respond. He knew not to talk back.

"As I was saying, we'll have to alter our plans. You do not have a body so we cannot plant one of my Horcruxes. I wouldn't work. Everyone already knows that I am the Heir of Slytherin. So, after some thinking I decided that we should use one of yours," Tom suggested. Gellert stared at him as if he were insane.

"Do you need to go to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's? You're mad! I'm not using one of my Horcruxes! I only have four! You have six," Gellert protested. Tom rolled his eyes at Gellert's childishness.

"That may be but I can't afford to destroy a bit of my soul, though it may only be the tiniest slivers. Your magical core deteriorates and that can't happen. Now, I believe that we will use your necklace," Tom said, nonchalantly. Gellert sighed and thought over the possibilities.