Memory after memory. Beating after beating. Voldemort didn't think he could watch much more after Harry's 4th beating that day. Dudley beet him that morning, then Harry almost got mugged on his way to pick up some milk for dinner, then Dudley came back with friends, and then Vernon had at him after Harry got the wrong type of milk. Harry was also locked in his room for the next two weeks.

All 15 or so locks were secured. Harry sighed and healed himself.

A few day's later there was tapping on his window. A type of scratching. Harry's head perked up. Tom couldn't help but notice how sickly little Harry was looking. "Egghead!" Voldemort looked at Harry utterly confused. "Egghead was a stray cat around the area." He explained. "I named her that as a child because she looked like she wore glasses. I meant to change her name but never got around to it. I don't know why she never appeared before though." Tom looked at the grey Tabby for a moment. He almost lost it.

"What?" Tom looked at Harry amused. "Nothing, that tabby just looks a lot like someone I know." He said. "What is the cat doing?" Harry looked and sighed. "When ever I was hurt or in trouble Egghead would comfort me. When I got my own room she started coming in the window and curling up on my bed. She was the only one I would talk to about... Vernon. I don't know, it always seemed like she understood. When I get locked in my room she'd well, do that." Harry pointed at the tabby.

The grey cat was poking its head in a mouse hole in the wall. When it came back out there was a nutrition bar in her mouth. "What's that?" Voldemort asked. "I don't know. Egghead had her own little stash of those bars in my room. When I slept in the cupboard and I got grounded, I think she might have sensed something was up because when I saw her again she had one of those she would try to feed me." Voldemort watched the grey tabby hold up a bar and poke little Harry's face with it. The boy laughed quietly. "I get it, I get it." He took the bar and ate it.

Tom watched the scene play out intently. Harry was telling the cat all about his adventures and how he'd gotten beaten up by a mugger, but he managed to come out of top, sort of. He didn't lose the money anyways. But then he bought the wrong milk. Go figure. Little Harry laughed and told her about how he had healed himself but he didn't do it often. "If I heal to often he'll only get angrier." Harry said. Egghead looked sad and stayed with the boy that night. She curled up on the foot of his bed sadly and watched him sleep. Then, the next memory came.

Tom debated telling Harry that 'Egghead' was Minerva. He decided against it for now though.

A few weeks later Harry was let out and all was well. He was asking Vernon about the permission slip.

Voldemort laughed so hard as Harry blew up his aunt. He couldn't stop as she bounced around the house then outside. Ha!

Tom was VERY pleased when Harry raised his wand to his uncle and left. The black dog appeared and the year went on as it did. Meeting Lupin and the dementors. The Hippogriff ride. The map. The twins.

Everything passed by rather smoothly. Harry was meeting Serious and Ron was in the hospital. Tom had a field day with how Harry attacked Snape. He enjoyed that.

Tom watched the dementors kiss in horror. Harry and Sirius were dying. It truly was a horrifying sight. Suddenly a brilliant bright light filled the area. Tom stood, amazed at the power of the patronis. "Wow!" He said. "Now THAT is power. It's amazing!"

While Tom geeked out, Harry was to busy focusing on Serious. He missed him a lot.

The hospital wing was like a second home for Harry.

Then the time turner came into play. They watched it all again from a different perspective. Tom sighed at first, but he really didn't mind.

As things played out again Harry couldn't help but snicker at the confused Tom Riddle. Voldemort looked out over the lake. This scene, again? What? Then it happened. Last minute.

Voldemort watched in awe as Harry, a 3rd year, cast the same patronus that amazed him earlier. Tom looked over at Harry who wouldn't meet his eyes. A light red dusted his cheeks. Voldemort turned Harry's attention toward him. "Harry. This is amazing." Harry looked back at himself. "Thanks." Was all he said but Tom saw it. That spark shown in his eyes. The smallest spark, but it stayed. When it did, Tom found himself worrying if it would go out. So he watched.

Harry tried to ignore Tom's blatant stares. He did that lot, so Harry was kinda used to it now, but still. Harry couldn't help but feel embarrassed under the intense gaze. His cheeks started turning red.

The year was done and over with rather quickly. Voldemort decided he liked it when Harry blushed. The boy almost looked, cute... or something. Whatever! Grrr....