So you no what I desperately need? Another story to avoid writing. Last night a plot bunny ninja attacked me and would not stop until I accepted the idea for the story. My biggest problem for this story is trying to figure out how to get Regulus in it. Anyways I shall shut up and let you read this new story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in the Harry Potter novel, nor settings, nor creature nor anything else.

Tom Riddle sat on his bed reading a used copy of a quantum physic textbook. Most of the other kids were outside playing with other children, but Tom wasn't like most of the other children. Everyone in the orphanage knew this. The other kids avoided him like he was a disease. Tom didn't mind this at all. He preferred the company of his book to that of a simple-minded child.

"Let go of me now! I have a home I do not belong here!" A voice yelled outside the door. Tom let his curiosity get the better of him. He got up and cracked the door slightly so he could see who was making all the racket. A boy with messy jet-black hair was being held by two police officers. Mrs. Cole was watching them to make sure the boy was not hurt. The boy was kicking and yelling loudly. His clothing were far too big for him. His round glasses on covering his emerald glasses. Never before had someone been so relented to be at the orphanage. The officers got the boy into the room and locked he door.

"That should hold him for awhile. The poor kid was living in an old theater. It was going to be demolished later this week. The construction workers had to do an examination to make sure there was no one in the building. They found this boy, but he wouldn't leave the building. We took him down to the station and talked to him. He said he had no family, so we sent a missing child alert. No one has claimed him yet. If someone does claim him we'll send them to you." The officer said. Mrs. Cole nodded. The officers left. Tom shut the door and went back to his bed. He opened his book and started to read again

"Someone help me!" the boy cried out. He started to bang against the door. "I don't belong here please someone help me!"

Tom was getting slightly annoyed. This kid was getting on his nerves, but he just ignored the boy and continued to read. The boy screamed and cried very, very loudly. This distracted Tom very, very much. One of Mrs. Cole's assistants went in to talk to the boy. Tom went back to the door and opened it a smidge to see what was going to happen. She went in and tried to talk to the boy, but Tom could hear the boy scream even louder. Then Tom heard something crash against the wall. The lady hurried out and shut the door. She looked around and spotted Tom.

"Oh Tom! I would like you to meet our new child. Come here quickly." The lady said. Tom still had his book in his hand when he went over.

"That kid is violent you can't really be planning on having me locked in a room with him." Tom said.

The lady smiled sweetly at him. "Oh Tom he's not that bad, just go introduce yourself, maybe talk about your little book to him."

"My book is about quantum physic. Do you really think that this boy could even say that?" Tom replied with annoyance. The lady sighed.

"Well only one way to find out." She pushed Tom into the room and locked the door. The boy was nowhere in sight. Tom went over and sat on the bed and opened his book.

"Guess where I am," ordered the boy. Tom looked from his book to the wardrobe.

"You are in the wardrobe." Tom stated. The boy jumped out of the wardrobe and ran over to Tom.

"You guessed correctly. Wow you must be smart guessing on the first try. So who are you? I'm Harry Potter!" the boy exclaimed excitedly.

"I am Tom, could you do me a favor and keep quite. I would like to read my book." Tom asked. Harry looked at him funny.

"Wouldn't you rather go on an adventure or something?" Harry asked, while jumping on the bed.

"We are locked in this room if you haven't noticed."

"Well we could go to Narnia. Haven't you ever read 'Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe'? Those children were able to go to Narnia threw their wardrobe so why can't we?" Harry asked. He stopped bouncing on the bed. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

"That is just a story Harry. There is no way we can do it. We are just normal humans, we aren't magic."

"I am." Harry said. Tom stared at the boy. "I can talk to snakes."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I always have been able to ever since I was little. They help me find food and find shelter." Harry said. "I can do it if you would like, but you have to swear never to tell anyone."

"I swear."

"Swear on your life." Harry ordered.

"I swear on my life." The two boys shook hands.

"See I can speak snake." Harry said quietly in Parseltongue.

"I can speak to snakes too." Tom replied. The two boys looked at each other in disbelief. "I always thought I was the only one that was different."

"This is so cool! We can send secret codes to each other and no one will be able to understand what we're talking about." Harry said with a huge grin.

"No we can't. They already think I'm crazy; we shouldn't give them any reason to lock us up in the Looney bin," Tom replied. "We can never talk like that unless we have to. Understand?"

"Fine so do you want to go out on an adventure now?" Harry asked. "We can play cops and robbers! I want to be a robber!"

"I don't want to play. I want to read my book." Tom replied. He reopened his book and started to read it once again. Harry stared at him then suddenly he stole Tom's book.

"Ha ha copper I stole your book. Can't catch me can't catch me!" Harry yelled. Tom angrily got up and started to chase Harry.

"Stop that! You'll rip a page out!" Tom ordered. Harry didn't stop and ran around the small room. After ten minutes Harry stopped and laid down on the bed. Tom grabbed his book from him.

"Wow I'm bored. Is there anything to do here?" Harry complained. Tom opened his book.

"Yes be quiet while I read my book." Tom replied. Harry quietly laid on the bed as Tom read. Slowly Harry drifted to sleep. Tom looked at the boy. He never thought there was someone like him. Then he noticed something odd about him. A thin lightning bolt-shaped scar was on his forehead. He wondered how Harry got it.

As Tom was looking at Harry's scar someone unlocked the door and came in. It was one of Mrs. Cole's assistants. "Hello Tom. Would you and the new boy like to come down for dinner?" she whispered.

"His name is Harry and we'll be down in a moment." Tom replied. She nodded and left the room. Tom nudged Harry in the arm. Harry just rolled over. "Harry wake up, dinner time."

"I don't want to wake up." Harry complained. Tom shook him a little. Harry sat up. "Okay I'm up what do you want?"

"It is dinner time. Let's get down there before all the foods gone." Tom said. He got up and led Harry to where the dinning hall was. All the children were either inline for food or sitting at tables eating their food. They all wore the same gray tunics. The two boys stood in line for their food. Harry looked at the food with disgust once he received his portion.

"Is there anything else to eat?" Harry asked as he sat at a table.

"It taste better then it looks," reassured Tom. Harry poked it with his fork. "Harry I was wondering how you got that scar on your fore head."

Harry tried to look at his forehead but failed. "Hmm. I think that's the one I got when my parents were murdered."

"Your parents were murdered."

"Yea they were, when I was a baby though," explained Harry. "The murderer got away though. Someday when we meet again I am going to kill him. I swear I will. Want to help me?"

"I think I'll pass." Tom replied. "Do you know who the killer is?"

"No idea."

"Interesting." Tom started to eat his dinner.

"So what is this place anyways? Jail?" Harry wondered.

"You don't know? This is an orphanage."

"Can any of them speak snake?"

"No and please don't mention that again. Now be quiet and eat your supper." Tom said. Harry started to eat his dinner. When he was done Harry got up.

"Well Tom it has been nice meeting you, but I really got to get going. Maybe we will meet again." Harry said with a wide grin. He ran toward the entrance of the orphanage, he almost made it to freedom, but the door was locked. Two of Mrs. Cole's assistants came and escorted Harry back to his room. After Tom finished he went to his room, sat on his bed and read. Across the hall in Harry's room he could hear the boy screaming and yelling none stop. Tom sighed. This was going to be a long night.