HP: A New Life

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1990 (Harry 10)

Privet Drive, Surrey.

It is early in the morning the suburban street is still waking up to face a new day. Harry stood in front of the Number Four just watching the Dursleys having breakfast under the disillusionment charm.

"So this is where the great Harry Potter came from, I have to say it's all pretty disappointing. Maybe this is what they call humble beginnings." came a voice from beside him.

Harry turned only to see Tom Riddle standing beside him, not the pale snake-like man but the young and handsome young man from the chamber of secrets.

Tom is not really standing there but he is instead inside Harry's head. This is the side effect of having a piece of soul stuck to your forehead for years and then extracting information from that destroyed piece of soul.

When Harry was going through the mass of Voldemort's memories he needed a way to extract the knowledge and information but not let the memories affect him and his mind.

So Harry's mind made Tom with Voldemort's mass of destroyed consciousness, a completely separate artificial personality to keep Harry's mind from being influenced by those memories.

This worked perfectly as Harry was able to extract all the necessary information before completely removing Voldemort's destroyed consciousness from his mind. But Harry still kept Tom around in his mind because the artificial personality still has its uses.

Tom helps Harry consider options that he is too noble or naive to think on his own, Tom also helps Harry cast some types of magic that he can't on his own. Take the torture curse, it needs a caster that truly relishes in their victim's pain and suffering to fully take effect, Harry can't use the torture curse but Tom easily casts such curses.

Since Tom is a creation of his own mind Harry has complete control over this personality, he can remove Tom from his mind anytime he wants, he can make it so that Tom is just a voice in the back of his head or even completely delete Tom from his mind.

All of this is to say that right now in a very complicated way Harry is talking to himself. Tom might be based on Voldemort's memories but he is just a small part of Harry's mind.

Tom followed Harry sight and saw the Dursleys "So you are here to see the worthless muggles who raised you. Since we are already here why don't we remove these stains once and for all, they make the entire useless muggle kind look bad." Tom said with barely contained glee at the prospect of dealing with Dursleys.

Harry didn't react so Tom continued. "They might not have done anything in this timeline but you know what kind of garbage they really are, okay no killing, how about just extreme pain, I will even make them forget the entire thing right after" tom pleaded.

Harry just shook his head. Tom sighed before continuing "Whatever they are just some insignificant muggles, it's not like they even need my help the way they are stuffing their mouths, didn't the big walrus's heart stop just a few years after the war and the little seal got arrested by the muggles. What do think will happen this time? My gold is on the horsewoman smothering the walrus in his sleep."

Harry tired of unnecessary commentary kicked Tom out, and just like that Tom disappeared from his sight. Harry took one last look at the Dursleys before disapparating.

Later that night.

Third-person pov:

Dolores Umbridge's House.

Undersecretary Umbridge entered her home after a long day in the ministry. As she went inside she noticed that the light of her study was on, she could also hear some noises coming from the room.

Umbridge took out her wand and slowly made her way toward the study, as she gently opened the door she saw a boy with black hair and bright green eyes is sitting at her desk reading her papers.

The boy lazily sat on her chair with his legs spread on her beloved desk. How did this boy get past her wards? Who is this boy that is sitting in her house like he owns the place?

"Who are you? And what are doing at my house?" Umbridge asked but the boy just nonchalantly kept reading her papers.

Losing her patience she points her wand and casts a curse at the boy, but just as her curse shot towards the boy one of her cat plates from the wall came flying in between, the curse hits her plate and shattered it into countless pieces.

Seeing one of her dear plates destroyed right in front of her eyes, Umbridge lost herself to rage and casts one powerful curse after another at the boy, but all of them were intercepted by her beautiful plates. When she finally stopped she realised that more than half her plates are already in pieces on the floor in front of her.

After this the boy finally moved, with a flick of his finger Umbridge flew into the wall behind her and after a moment her body slowly slid on the ground, with another flick Umbridge's wand flew out of her loose hand right into the boy's left hand.

Seeing that toad woman won't be able to get up on her own the boy waved the wand, Umbridge felt herself being lifted from the ground and was slowly made to sit in one of her chairs facing the desk.

"Dolores I am impressed, this draft for anti-werewolves legislation is quite detailed and comprehensive. I always thought you were incompetent but I guess passion and bigotry can be great motivators. But before you complete this I want you to write something else" The boy spoke but before she can figure out what the boy meant one of her drawers started to rattle like something wanted to come out.

With a snap one of her blood quills broke out of the drawer and flew into her hand. Horrified at what the boy wanted her to do she tried to throw the blood quill away but the quill was stuck to her hand.

Umbridge tried to scream but no voice came out of her mouth. Before she could do anything else the boy pointed her wand at her and said "crucio"

Umbridge writhed and screamed due to pain but couldn't make any sound, after what felt like an eternity to her the pain finally stopped.

"Dolores start writing about all of your extracurricular activities, I know it will hurt but as you personally experienced I can cause you even worse pain than the quill ever will, and be honest I will know if you lie and you won't appreciate the consequences of lying to me" the boy ordered with a smile on his face.

With a trembling hand Umbridge took the blood quill and started writing.