Volume 1

- Dumbledore ... Riddle ... Father ... - Toli hissed, toli really switched to parseltongue, after a couple of minutes of stupid sticking to the ceiling. Yes, my next awakening was many times better than the first. Even though my head was still buzzing, and in general it resembled an ingot of cast iron, but it almost didn't bother me to think clearly. And I had a lot to think about…

After reviewing and reliving All my memories, I saw something that I had somehow not paid attention to before. I'm not Tom, I'm not Draco. And even though I was a mental magician, that I could work with my own memory accurately enough, but he couldn't look at himself. It's like with a stain on the mantle… what is on the back. Without a mirror, you won't even notice it.

For me, Tom, Draco became such a mirror. For me-Draco - Tom. What none of my parts had noticed before, or even considered natural at all, the second personality found it wildly strange, and sometimes just not natural. This is what allowed me to notice the hidden and realize the secret…

Oh, how bent, apparently, the love of theatricality still passed to me. Tom loved it very much. But not the point, such trifles are the last thing I care about right now. Still, to find out that some kind of wild socio-magical experiment is being carried out on you is disgusting, scary and simply freezing. To find out that your beloved father perceives you as nothing but a tool in his plans and the continuation of his kind is insulting and painful. To find out that the past you decided to make of yourself-the current submissive slave-a tool for fulfilling your desires - generally breaks your brains more abruptly than other potions.

But about everything in order. Doubledore... this old faggot decided to arrange a truly brilliant experiment on one of the students of the school. Tom Riddle was such a student. A half-breed from the orphanage, without connections and influence, but with a huge talent in magic is an excellent target. Apparently, the elderly professor of transfiguration thought so, starting to train mental magic and practice techniques from Muggle psychology, the latter was studied by Draco at the insistence of his father, on a defenseless child.

In the end, it all resulted in a kind of Tom's obsession with his own life. It gave rise to paranoia and general lack of emotion. There is nothing to say about sadism. As a result, all this led to the creation of a horcrux, which merged with the young heir of the Malfoys, becoming a part of me. An unpleasant situation, especially when you consider that the aspirations and desires imposed from outside can no longer be eradicated. They have long been a part of Tom's personality, and they have passed from him to me, albeit in a weakened version.

Yeah, it's pretty shitty to feel like someone's experiment. But I'm not going to go crazy about this, not now, when my situation remains too uncertain. And not only from me-Tom gave me a lot of topics for reflection and reflection.

Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, was not too different from the old faggot. Only if the latter was just experimenting, gaining skills and testing his theories. I understand that perfectly well, I've done something similar in my research in magic. Then Lucius purposefully trained his son. To call that attitude education, the language will not turn even for me-Tom, and after all, that orphan believed that even the worst parent is better than their complete absence. I was wrong.

Well, at least Narcissa showed herself only from the best side. Even the current me is ready to recognize that if not the mother, then the stepmother for sure… But that's not the point. If Dumbledore is out there somewhere, at Hogwarts, then Lucius is right here, in my new home. And something had to be done with him. This bastard will keep an eye on his heir, and if necessary, he can start limiting... as if he is not doing this right now.

It will be necessary to think about it properly. But then, there are more important things to do now. Moreover, I arranged the main dirty trick for myself. Rather, I-the last one imposed so many different nasty things on my own horcrux that it could hardly perform its functions at all. Just think! After the incarnation, I had to immediately find my foundation and merge with it, spurring the development of the original. And if something happened to him, and it did happen, then in general sacrifice yourself for his well-being.

In principle, he did everything correctly and logically. Yes, but the horcrux of my past turned out to be not quite ordinary and correct. I understand this now for sure. Instead of the stated seven to ten percent of my soul at that time, it took about thirty-five percent to create an anchor. A huge difference that resulted in greater intelligence and strength. And my merger with the young heir of an ancient family broke any plans and safety nets of me-the past.

In the mental sphere, only small debris remained, instead of solid installations and control circuits. Yes, and he will soon disappear… But it's still shocking and hurting. It's unpleasant to get a knife in the back even from yourself.

Although all this pales in comparison with the fact that I am already far out of my time. That's exactly what knocks out of the usual way of life… I created the horcrux already in the forty-fourth year, now it's the summer of the ninety-second. Forty-eight years of difference will knock anyone out of the rut. Only the part of my personality that I got from Draco helped me somehow come to terms with reality.

However, with the story of myself-Voldemort, she did not really help. Suddenly to know your own future, which has already become the past… It's hard to realize. Even understanding that I'm not really Tom anymore, but very much Draco Malfoy, who absorbed the horcrux of one not too lucky Dark Lord, does not help me too much.

A certain shock still does not want to pass. And the rest of the feelings… Yeah, I'm not hysterical, like a little girl, just because of the shock and some skills in mental magic. And even then, tears are trying to run down my cheeks. Too many things have fallen on me. It was too painful for me after some insights about my past lives.

It was especially bad because of Draco's memory. I-Tom managed to drink all sorts of shit, one more one less, as they say ... but I-Draco was completely different. Despite being brought up in a rather unusual family, he still remained a spoiled boy, which soon promised to break into another representative of the golden youth. This part of me felt especially bad because of my father's betrayal and the destroyed picture of the world.

It's so bad that if there weren't some very funny bracelets absorbing magic in my body, I could provoke a child's release. I have almost no control over my own power now, the bracelets drive my sensitivity to magic crazy. Well, without control, I can not do this on emotions. I remember the first attempts at wandless magic ended up being very fun... and in the first-aid post.

- Hmm. Well, that's just what I still needed. - Breaking out of my own thoughts, I drawled, feeling so familiar-unusual sensations. Even the tears rolling down my cheeks didn 't distract me too much from such an ordinary feeling… Feelings of excitement.

And my body is just beginning that very period. This is very clearly indicated by a small bump in the groin. Kham... we need to get rid of him as soon as possible. I can already hear someone's footsteps outside the door. It would be awkward if Lucius or Narcissa caught me in such an... embarrassing position.

That's what, and I definitely don't need lectures on sex education right now. I-Tom at one time and so read everything that is possible on this topic. Hmm, the hormonal boom does not bypass the future Dark Lords.

How inopportunely the memories of me-Tom, having fun with two pufenduikami immediately popped up in my head. Yeah, I remember, it was because of such entertainments that I studied Cruciatus in the past. I liked the feeling of... very extreme games too much. However, erasing the memory later was somewhat insulting. The feeling of a job well done was disappearing…

- Sss - The quiet creak of the door to my room, tore me away from my own memories. But I have not solved the main problem…

That's how it turned out that I met my mother-stepmother with a boner and not quite in an adequate condition. Joyfully…