Harry was scrubbing dishpans when Dudley barged in through the back door.
"Mum! Dad! Come here! NOW!" He hollered, tossing his school bag at Harry. Harry, who wasn't watching, was not prepared for the book-loaded bag to hit him in the knee caps, causing his knees to buckle. "Take this upstairs you freak." His cousin sneered. Harry sighed, washed off the pan, and wrapped his aching arms around the bulky backpack.
The black haired boy was walking up the stairs when his uncle and aunt, who were hurrying to their son, shoved him roughly aside.
"Out of my way boy." Uncle Vernon snarled. Harry sighed and hauled the bag to Dudley's room, where he dumped the bag onto the floor, giving it a small kick.
He returned down stairs, but stopped on the bottom step when he heard what they were talking about.
"Yeah, our school is having this tournament see, and it's a really rich school coming, only the boys coming need to sleep somewhere. So I said one of them could stay here." Harry was surprised. Dudley? Doing something nice?
"Oh my little angle, wanting to do something sweet!" That was aunt Petunia, and Harry tried not to gag.
"I don't know Duders." Uncle Vernon said. "Where would he sleep?"
"In Harry's room of coarse dad." Harry nearly fell of the step. What? "Harry can sleep in the cupboard again for a week. Why not? And these guys are rich. If you get friendly with the son, we can become friends with his parents, who are rich. You see where this is going dad?"
Harry could practically see the money sign in his uncles eyes.
"You, Dudley, are so SMART!" His aunt said proudly.
"Indeed he is. Where's that sign up sheet?"
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Today Dudley was bringing home the border. Vernon had taken Harry aside earlier that day and pinned him to the wall, telling him that he was to make himself scarce and not make a fool out of them.
"You are not to complain boy. Or talk to this new student. You will cook and go to bed."
"Don't you think that will look suspicious?" Harry asked angrily, unable to help himself. Vernon slapped him across the face, and Harry gasped. His cheek stung.
"I don't care. You will say you are shy and don't like being around people." Vernon hissed, and he banged Harry's head hard into the wall behind him. Harry winced, but didn't say anything as his uncle let go of him.
Harry was preparing dinner when the front door slammed. His cheek was still an angry red.
"DAD! MUM! He's here!" Dudley's voice rang through the house. Harry wiped his hands on a dishcloth and pocked his head into the hallway to take the new comers bags.
Harry gasped, his forest green eyes widening and his face going deathly pale. A pair of pale blue grey eyes met his. Brown hair fell across the 19 years old face and he wore a smirk.
"Hello." Tom Riddle said, and Harry saw black.
A/N: Hey guys! What you think? Like? Dislike? What do you think is going to happen next? I've read plenty ficks where Tom Riddle is Harry's neighbor but I'm going to try to make this one different. The next chapter will be longer. Review? It would make my day!
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Stella Riddle