Note: So, apparently updating at like 2 in the morning is not a good idea. Not many spot that update lol.

I do not own Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets or the Percy Jackson series/characters.

After talking about what they wanted to do once more, Percy had sent a message to Lucius to ask him to come over with Tom and Severus about information about the Chamber of Secrets.

Which left Percy and Harry waiting on the couch in front of the fireplace, Lunar resting between them as Harry's scratched her belly softly while she made rumbling content noises.

The two pixie's that Harry had befriended were resting on the actual fireplace inside the Greek Helmet that was mounted on the wall.

Through, instead of being upright, it was upside down and they seemed content in just resting inside of it. Percy didn't have the heart to right the helmet and make them find a different place to rest in.

The father and son duo didn't have to wait much longer before their fire flared and Percy was given a notification from the Ward Stone, a stone Lou and Leo had been working on throughout the school year, on his watch about people wanting through.

Hitting confirm, Harry watched the fire turn green and three people stepped out of the fireplace.

Looking impeccable and posh, Lucius and Tom had stepped out and instantly righted their clothes. Severus had just rolled his eyes at his friends before moving to sit in one of the chairs by Percy and Harry.

The two glared at their friend who cared little for his clothing and moved to the other seats that were around the couch.

"What was it that you wanted to discuss, Percy, Harry?" Lucius asked smoothly but behind the facade of posh Pureblood was a nervous man.

Percy just gave a nod to Harry who took the lead and pulled from his robes the remininents of the Journal that once contained a Young Voldemort.

Percy, who had been staring at Tom watching his expression, watch it become guarded. But just a split second before the wall was up, Percy noted the array of emotions that went across the Slytherin's face.

Apprehension, Crestfallen, and Reminiscent were the brief emotions he saw filter through his face before the wall was placed.

Feeling more confident that there was a story, Percy leaned back and allowed Harry to guide the conversation.

Harry was the one that needed the answers, needed the reassurance that nothing bad was happening and that their friendship wasn't a lie. While it could be considered weird for Harry to see the adults as his friend, they were more than just friends as they were supposed to be people he could trust his life with and the life and friendship of his father.

"I want to know," Harry stated strongly staring Tom down in his face. Lucius and Severus had both frozen and were staring between Harry and Tom and then glanced over at Percy.

"Know what," Tom said monotonously.

"I know that you are Voldemort," Harry said confidently and watched Severus and Lucius lightly flinch from the corner of his eyes but kept his own focused on Tom's, "I want to know why."

Tom moved back in his seat and allowed one arm to relax along the back, taking on the air of uncaring and lack of alarm. "Why should I? And who says that I am this Voldemort that has terrorized the Wizardry World?"

Instead of saying anything, Harry pulled out his wand and ignored how the three men tensed at the sight but didn't move. Concentrating on his magic, Harry assembled Tom Marvolo Riddle in the air.

Watching the man tense even further knowing that Tom had never once ever said his middle name to either of the two males in front of him. Harry then rearranged the letters until; I am Lord Voldemort, shone back at the group in front of him.

Severus and Lucius had taut muscles as they waited for what their Lord would do next. Severus palmed his own wand, remembering the promise that he made to protect Harry to the best of his abilities.

"How did you know to do that?" Tom asked calmly, but you could see the rigid lines of muscle dancing across his arms and posture. Unknowing to the group, Tom's hand was flexing behind the couch, as he wished his wand was in that hand.

Harry pointed to the diary. "Funny thing, see, this Journal held the memory of a younger you that seemed bent on opening the Chamber and destroying any magical kind. So, can we get over the fact that I know you are Voldemort and instead continue with what the hell you are doing and what are you plans concerning my family?" Harry sneered out, starting to lose patients.

"Language," Percy pointed out calmly and hoping his son would reel his emotions in for a bit longer. When it came to hearing another person's story, it's best to leave emotions out of it. If they get included then things can become misunderstood or taken the wrong way. Emotions have a way of screwing over a person's logical sense.

Harry glared at his father for the reprimand but took a deep breath and released it slowly, allowing some of the pent up frustration and anxiety to flow out with the breath.

Tom and Harry stared at one another for what seemed like minutes. Tom was observing the boy while Harry was calmly looking at Tom wondering if he would start explaining himself or if he would destroy their friendship.

"Okay," Tom said simply with a small nod as he ignored the surprised looks from his two underlings.

"Okay," Harry repeated, feeling calmer now that Tom would actually explain. He felt Regina calm slightly under his skin, she had felt his distress and could feel her tempted to come out and harm the cause of his discomfort.

Percy left for a small moment to grab a glass of water for Tom as he figured the story he was about to explain wasn't going to be a short one, and that the man was going to get a dry throat if he would try to explain it all in one sitting without refreshments.

Relaxing against the couch once more, Percy sat the water in front of Tom and received a slight nod in thanks.

"I was born in 1926 at Wool's Orphanage. As the name states, it was an orphanage, my mother had staggered to their door steps, gave birth to me, named me, then died. I grew up in the orphanage not knowing my magical background," Tom began.

"That being said, even without me knowing where my magic had come from, I had remarkable control. I could move objects with my mind, to a degree manipulate animals and creatures, along with speaking Parseltongue."

"But children can be very cruel. Unknown to many, the first six years of my life was me being pushed around. All my stuff stolen, often finding any snakes I had found dying by the next day after they were discovered. My bed often had mud on it making me clean them or go without sheets for that night."

"After a particular act that I will not discuss, I decided enough was enough, when I had better control, I became just as cruel. I stole from them and hid the object with magic, a particular boy who I found had the habit of killing any snake I had, I made his bunny hang from the rafters. Two other children who took to mocking me and often harming me, I lead them to a cave and gave them a reason to forever leave me alone. You may think me cruel, I will not deny that I am a cruel person, but they have also done so many worse things to myself."

"When I found out that Magic existed and were the crux of my powers, I was....estatic. I was not alone with these powers and that meant a lot to me. But it also made me question magic. Why was I in an abusive Orphanage if the Ministry of Magic can apparently record any magic that is done outside of the Wizardry Community. Surely they must've picked up on my magic, so why was I not saved?"

"By the time I was fourteen and had managed to make an Inner Circle contained some of the well known Darker Families and some Light, I decided to tell them the plan I made when I was Eleven years old and new to the wizardry world. I would help Magical Children of any blood. Any and all magical children would be watched for any abuse. Should it occur in the Muggle world, the child would be taken, the parents put into jail, and then the child placed in a Pureblood Family. Should the child be abused in the Magical World, the end result would be similar. The child taken, the parents put into Azkaban, or jail if the child is Half-Blood with a Muggle, and then placed with a Pureblood Family."

"If no abuse occurs, then the family will be given a Pureblood guide of sorts. They would answer all questions the Muggleborn may have and help their families adjust to any of our customs that have been suppressed over the years because of Muggle holidays."

"So what happened?" Harry asked finally injecting into the story.

Tom's lips hid thinned and Percy could see some of the anxiety that he must have been feeling. "That's where it gets confusing. After I had made that piece of magic, something happened in the last year of my schooling," Tom said unhappily.

"What?" Percy questioned softly, seeing that Tom was starting to become antsy and displeased.

Tom took a moment to get some of the water before continuing. "On my way back to the Orphanage before my final year, I ran into a man with black robes. I couldn't see who it was or really a description. I barely had much time before his wand was out and a spell was placed upon me. I don't know what spell and I still don't," Tom said with frustration showing, "all I know is that from that moment. I was not myself. It was like my goals had twisted and instead turned into Killing Dumbledore and taking over Magicals."

"From what we have gathered," Severus smoothly injected as Tom went to grab some more water. "it appears this spell was most similar to the Imperius Curse. Except, instead of someone whispering in his ear and being in a daze, it seems like his mind had been taken control of and twisted. He remembers everything except-"

"Except it was not my own thoughts," Tom smoothly said. "The only time it was broken was after I came to your parents and the spell meant for your death rebounded."

"The rebound is what broke this, what, curse?" Harry asked curiously.

"It appears so. For now, Severus and I have taken to observing Tom while each week Tom has taken cleansing Potions. It's description is as it sounds, any potions or spells that are on Tom become drained. Even dark magic gets drained away," Lucius explained to Harry and Percy.

With the story said, and an explanation given, the adults looked calmly at Harry waiting to see what he wanted to do.

Harry debated with himself internally for a bit. But during that story he heard no lie coming from Tom. Everything he seemed to be saying was the truth, and Harry could sympathize with Tom. He also had a similar childhood with his cousin if Percy had not adopted him.

"I believe you, but what should we do about this wizard that controlled you to make a Dark Lord be feared by the Wizardry Community?" Harry asked softly.

"I've been trying to find out who it was since I have gained my mind and body back. All I can say is that he is finally making moves. First the stone, then trying to kill you your first year, and then influencing Lucius here to give my Journal to the bookstore for a student to take," fumed Tom.

"Are you alright, Lucius?" Percy asked concerned.

"It took your comment during Yule to realize what happened. I gave him a cleansing potion to make sure but seemed it was an off spell. Enough that Lucius had no recollection of actually doing the act," replied Tom.

"Alright, well we don't have much to go on for now, but I would like to see what you do have and then start possibly trying to make a connection. In the meantime, Harry it's late and time for bed. We can discuss more tomorrow but for now, go get some sleep," Percy commanded softly.

After a bit more coaxing, Harry reluctantly told the others goodnight before heading upstairs followed by his small zoo of creatures. Leaving Percy with Tom, Lucius, and Severus to go over any more information Tom may have about this Behind-the-Scenes Dark Lord.

Note about Harry's Pairing: After a lot of thought and debating, I think I will have a sequel to this book be a Newt/Harry type of book. Meanwhile, Harry will have the end goal of being a loner pairing for this book. 

Cite Used In Making of this Chapter: 

http://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/Tom_Riddle

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