Driving You Insane

Chapter 1

AN: I wasn't going to post this one because it is not done and I haven't updated it in forever, so it's been on hiatus. But I just recently wrote a new chapter for it, so decided to post it anyway. Enjoy!

Lord Voldemort sat in his high back chair behind an elaborate desk. Upon his visage was a look of contentment. At last, he had finally rid himself of the thorn in his side. Harry Potter was no more. He laughed darkly and an evil smile grew on his face. Now he was free to work on other things, like taking over the Ministry. But there was one tiny problem...

-Yawn-

Voldemort snapped his head up and looked around. There's that blasted voice again! "Who's there? Reveal yourself!"

There was silence. As there always was, it was just a fleeting voice, there one minute, gone the next. He had no idea where or who it was coming from. He refused to believe that he was hearing things. There was someone there, he knew it. And once he found out who was pulling this trick, they were dead. Lord Voldemort was not crazy!

-Sure you're not-

Voldemort took a deep breath and tried to use his magic to search for the spy. There was nothing...again. This was driving him mad. He had been hearing this voice for a few days now. And it seemed that he was the only one that could hear it. Not that it meant he was crazy.

-You keep telling yourself that-

"Shut up," Voldemort growled.

-Don't wanna!-

Voldemort pressed his fingers against his eyes in frustration, then tried to get back to work. Hopefully, if he ignored it, it would go away. After a while, he began to relax. The voice seemed to have disappeared. Thank Merlin, the voice seemed especially chatty today and he didn't need that.

A cold blast of air on his neck made him shiver.

-I'm still here- the voice said right behind him.

Voldemort jumped up and pointed his wand behind him. Nothing was there. "Reveal yourself and I might be lenient with your punishment."

The voice was silent for a moment. –You sure are stupid, aren't you Tom?-

"How dare you!"

-I just did. What are you going to do about it?-

"Who are you?" Voldemort asked, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

-Yooouuurrr coooonsccciouuuussss- the voice laughed.

"I don't have a conscious."

-Obviously-

Voldemort growled in annoyance, "Answer me!"

-Why don't you guess?-

"Guess? That's ridiculous!"

-I guess you'll never know then...-

"Just be gone and leave me in peace."

-What's the fun in that?- Voldemort scowled and scratched his bald head. –I'll let you ask questions-

Voldemort thought for a moment. If he found out who it was then he would be able to punish the person responsible, severely. "Fine...Male or female?"

-Come on Tom! You can do better than that. Besides, can't you tell?-

"How the hell should I know? I don't know what happens when you're a- whatever you are. So?"

-Male last time I checked....yup, still male-

"God, you're an annoying pest."

-Takes one to know one. Next question-

"Friend or Foe?"

-Do you even have any friends?-

"Foe then," Voldemort answered, ignoring the question and sitting back down.

-Of course-

"Ministry or the Order?"

-Neither-

Voldemort sat back and frowned, "You have to be one of them."

-Nope. I was never inducted-

"Bystander?"

-Mmm. Nope-

"Student?"

-Yes-

"So a Hogwarts student."

-Yup-

Voldemort grinned, "Must have been in a raid."

-Bastard!-

"Alright. Foe and you're a Hogwarts student."

-Nope-

"What? You just said you were a Hogwarts student."

-Yes, I did-

"Then you're a student."

-Nope-

Voldemort growled in frustration, "You just said-"

-I know what I said, I'm not stupid-

"So you are-"

-Nope- Voldemort glared around the room, trying to find the voice. –All about wording Tom-

"Wording?"

-Yup. Try again-

"You are-"

-Nope-

Voldemort thought for a moment then said slowly, "You were a student?"

-Yup. Now ask the next question-

Voldemort hesitated and felt his heartbeat speed up, "Are you dead?"

-Ding, Ding, Ding! Correcto Mundo!-

"Dead Hogwarts student," he questioned, proud that his voice didn't shake.

-Yup!- the voice sounded as if it was grinning.

"When did you die?"

-Recently-

"By my hand?"

-Yes- the tone of the voice was chilling. –Now ask me my eye color? Go on-

"Why?"

-Just ask-

"Fine. What color are they?" Voldemort felt a tingle of dread as the words left his mouth.

-Green. Now ask me if I have a scar...-

Oh God, no, he thought, It can't...he's...

-Dead?- the voice asked.

"You!" Voldemort snarled in anger as his heart beat faster.

A figure appeared in the chair in front of his desk. The figure of the recently dead Harry Potter.