Title: Riddle's "Little" Problem
Author: Batsutousai
Beta: Just me, 'cause I wanna get this up ASAP
Rating: hard R
Pairings: Voldemort/Tom Riddle(non-con), Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Tom/Harry
Warnings: Rape(non-graphic), physical violence, serious death threats, war, slash, het
Summary: An accident has separated Tom Riddle from Lord Voldemort. What will the Dark Lord do now that he's free from Tom's conscious? How much will Tom have to suffer at the hand of his other half? And what can Harry Potter do to help?

Disclaim Her: I'd apologize for taking ages to update, but it takes too much effort and I'm tired.

A/N: Any mistakes are simply the fault of my bandaged finger. I pulled a little too much skin away and it hurts to type with it if it's not got a bandage on it. -sweatdrop-

I WAS going to make this an actual chapter, but after twiddling my thumbs over it for however long it took me to write this and not getting anywhere, then going back and reading the last couple chapters, I decided that an Epilogue is about the best I can do.

Hmmm... First person. First person... -sweatdrop-

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Epilogue:
Just A Little Case Of Paradise

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After the trial, we returned to Hogwarts to cheers and laughter. In celebration of my 'safeness', Minerva asked the house-elves to make us a feast to outdo any such ever seen on Hogwarts grounds.

And that it did. Between the laughter and the joy and the glorious food, the feast was perfect. I spent most of it down with the Gryffindors, as Harry came up to the Head Table after a few minutes and dragged me over to celebrate with them.

Although, I'm of the opinion that the best part of the feast was when Miss Weasley walked in, looking disoriented and asked the first person she met at the Gryffindor Table - which happened to be a Ravenclaw, oddly enough - what the party was about. The following shriek of rage silenced the Hall rather effectively and it was Harry who broke the silence with a cheerful call of, "Come on, Ginny! There's plenty of food for everyone!" from his position in my lap.

Miss Weasley fainted in response, much to almost the entire Hall's amusement. I still cannot find it in myself to feel sorry for her, even a year later.

Yes, a year. Harry graduated from Hogwarts and got 'O's on all of his NEWTs, much to his surprise. He's still of the opinion that the examiners just gave him a perfect pass because they wanted to. Hermione and Ron, who have checked with their fellows who had taken their practicals with Harry, say that he deserved every last one of those 'O's.

Once the school year ended, Harry and I said good-bye to our group of friends for the summer and set about doing research for the creation of a floating and very private island that the Muggles won't chance coming upon by accident. We managed it - somehow - and are currently floating through the Mediterranean Sea, seeing the sights both on land and on the sea. We visited America and Canada before Christmas, then returned to Great Britain for a large party that the Weasleys insisted on holding - sans Miss Weasley, unsurprisingly. After that, we floated along the coast of France and Spain, pausing every once and a while to go ashore. We ended up skipping Portugal because Harry got sick of Spanish and Spanish-like places and went straight for Italy.

Occasionally, Ron or Hermione will join us via the special portkeys that Harry and I made. Minerva, Rubeus, Slughorn and, surprisingly, Rita Skeeter also got portkeys. During breaks in the school term and the occasional weekend, the three Hogwarts professors come by to chat with me, mostly. Rita comes by once a week or so to tell us what stupid things our world has been up to of late and collect our latest journal entries.

Yes, journal entries. Rita - with the help of the other five who have access to our island - talked us into writing a column, of sorts, about our travels and the places we're visiting. A sort of, "letters to home from our saviours", as Rita put it. We write an entry every day over dinner about what we did that day and then Rita comes to pick them up at the end of the week and publishes one a day. She says she's publishing them a week after our actual trip so we have some privacy. For that, both Harry and I are grateful.

Surprisingly, the column - annoyingly called, "Letters from the Finer Life: Harry Potter and Tom Riddle's Travels Around the Globe" - is impossibly popular. Rita tells us that she gets piles of letters every day asking questions and exclaiming their pleasure in knowing that we're doing well. Minerva tells us, when she visits, that the column makes the students happy as well. They like getting daily updates on our well-being, even if they're a week late.

On other news...

Rita published an article of the trial I went through to prove I was 'safe' after getting the permission of myself, Harry, and Madame Hayward. The reply from the wizarding public was impressive and Scrimgeour was out of office by the end of the day. Harry's comment during the trial about marrying Madame Hayward went a long way towards getting her noticed and by the end of the week, she was voted in as the next Minister for Magic. Her first action in office was to fire Umbridge, much to the glee of the Hogwarts population. The following weeks were filled with an impressive revamping of the British Ministry of Magic that, had Harry and I not already agreed to leave the island for a bit of peace and quiet, almost made Harry and I both want to work for the Ministry.

A surprise letter from Minister Hayward - delivered by Rita - assured us that our travelling around the globe and writing for our column in The Daily Prophet was doing a lot to help the Ministry fix itself and the problems in the wizarding community that both I and previous Ministers had caused. Hayward also added that, should Harry and I even get bored of travelling just to travel, she could certainly use some ambassadors that didn't mind being on the move a lot and moving from one place to another at a moments notice.

Harry and I have agreed that, if we ever get bored of our life as it is now, we'd be most glad to take the Minister's offer. But, as it stood, we were fine just travelling and sending back a pack of letter with Rita each week that assured the wizarding world that we were still going strong and, at the same time, showing them what life was like outside their quiet little communities where they went about their every day lives in the peace and happiness that Harry, Ron, Hermione and I made for them by defeating not only Voldemort, but Rufus Scrimgeour as well.

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A/N: It's done. It's finally done. I'm not writing anymore. I'm done. It's one thirty in the morning and mum says she might knock at my door tomorrow morning when she leaves at seven thirty 'cause I'm going back to school the next day and she won't see me again for another week.
I suppose I should leave a copy of this chapter on this computer so magickmaker17 can read it over and fix all my stupid mistakes and possible make me repost it if this is too crappy.

But I'M DONE! DONE!!

And I need to write that paper for Children's Lit. And read two chapters for Psych. And study Japanese. And stop rolling up D&D character sheets, 'cause I've got more than I'll ever use in my entire life unless somebody manages to talk me into being a DM for a game or two. NO, THAT'S NOT A CHALLENGE!!

Sleep. Reviews make me happy and filled with peace and ideas for all my other fics which are still on hiatus!
Batty XD