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Summary: When Tom Riddle, adopted son of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, has had his *manliness* questioned by Ron Wealsey, the Slytherin heir decides that he will prove himself by casting one of the most powerful spells ever. Only *after* casting the spell, does Tom remember that he doesn't actually *know* what the spell *does*. Of course, the spell *has* to bind him and Harry Potter together. What is Tom to do when it seems that Harry hates him for no apparent reason?
Warning: This story will be SLASH! You don't like it? Then don't read it.
Chapter 1
Harry glared at Voldemort, his green eyes burning with more hatred that humanly possible. "You're a monster," he spat at him. "Did you just realise that Mr. Potter?" Voldemort asked cruelly, red eyes gleaming with evil. Harry staggered to his feet and groped for his wand. It was in the tatters that people usually called robes. Finding it, he gripped weakly and pointed it at Voldemort. "Mr. Potter, we can not duel since we have brother wands," Voldemort scolded the seventeen-year-old boy as if he was talking to a five-year-old.
"I know that!" Harry hissed venomously. Voldemort laughed again. "Are you sure Potter?" he sneered. Harry sneered back and stuffed the wand back into his robes. He could feel it now. All the pent up anger, hatred and utter disgust he had for the *it* in front of him. He could feel its murderous waves building up in his chest. He could feel it growing with every breath he took. He could feel other people's anger and loathing joining his. With one last effort, he pushed all the raw, untamed magic through the bond he shared with Voldemort. No words or incantations were needed for the magic. It was clear what Harry wanted to do with it. He could feel it seeping through ever pore in his body towards the figure in front of him. He could *see* it tumbling towards Voldemort like a tidal wave. Voldemort must have felt it as well. He tried in vain, casting shielding spell over shielding spell, but nothing worked. His crimson eyes widen with fear as the wave of pure magic made its way towards him. In a second, the magic descended upon Voldemort. The magic literally ripped his soul apart, leaving nothing but a fine silver dust that was sure his soul, had it been solid. The dust was blown away by the wind, scattering it all over the world to never be pieced together again. All that was left was his body. Well, it was more like an empty shell of flesh and bone and all the other parts of the human body. Harry looked around and swayed dangerously on his feet. He felt faint, but happy. He was completely happy for the first time in years. Slumped over on the ground before him lay the body of Voldemort. It was finally over and Harry had finally done it. He had finally done what he was born to do. He had defeated Voldemort. He had finally avenged Charlie, Sirius, Remus, Ginny, Blaise and countless others who had perished in the war. Well, he thought. That's the end of that chapter. That was the last thought of Harry Potter before he pitched forward in a dead faint.
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Tom Riddle's eyes flashed angrily as he tried to glare down Ron Weasley. "I hope you are not implying what I think you are implying Weasley," Tom hissed as Ron smirked. "Riddle, you couldn't cast a spell to save your life," Ron sneered. "It's just dumb luck and the fact that you're the adopted son of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin that you became Head Boy." Tom saw red. He hated it when people say that his achievements were because of who his parents were. Without another word, he picked up his wand and muttered the words to the spell that will change his life forever. "Combiene tue ette moio," Tom hissed and a golden light emitted from his wand. "NO!" Sirius shouted as he recognised the spell. "Tom, you idiot!"
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Harry Potter was officially screwed. Cursing under his breath, he wondered how the hell he had gotten himself into his current situation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Draco smirk. "Dumb blond," he muttered under his breath, before climbing on to the teacher's table to humiliate himself thoroughly.
**Five minutes earlier**
"Come on Potter. Don't tell me you're scared," Draco smirked. Harry rolled his eyes and mock glared at the blond. "Malfoy, leave me alone. I do not want to climb on to the teacher's table and sing some idiotic song that you pulled out of God-knows-where," Harry said, exasperated, for the thousandth time that minute. Draco's smirk increased. "You're scared," he declared. "You defeated the most feared Dark Lord of our time and you're scared of climbing on to a table and singing. Harry growled. "Malfoy, I do not fancy getting up in front of the whole school and making a complete ass of myself." "Come on Potter. You never have fun anymore," Draco said whilst simultaneously giving him the puppy dog eyes. Harry shot him an irritated look. "You know that I can't resist that damn look," Harry huffed, but climbed to his feet. Draco smirked knowingly. "I know," he said smugly, only to be whacked on the head the next second. "Watch the hair!" Harry smirked, but it was wiped off his face as he was pushed towards the teacher's table.
**Now**
Harry took another deep breath as he looked out at the many curious faces that were facing him. Draco snickered quietly, but a glare soon shut him up. Smiling weakly, Harry screwed up his courage and opened his mouth. Before him could belt out the song, a golden light surrounded him. Draco's shocked face was the last thing he saw before the light blocked his vision.
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Tom's head snapped up and he looked straight into the angry face of his adopted father, Sirius. "What?" he asked, his face betraying his confusion. Sirius glared at him, ignoring the looks he was getting from everybody. "You just cast a binding charm. Do you even know what that means?" Sirius hissed. Tom's face paled and he opened his mouth several times, but each time it closed with a snap. "Binding charm?" he asked weakly. Sirius's features softened and he sighed.
"I feel sorry for what ever poor soul you bound to you," he muttered. Tom glared at him. "Gee, thanks so much for your confidence in me," he said sarcastically. Whatever Sirius was about to say was cut off by Dumbledore clearing his throat. "May I ask what just happened?" he enquired, eyes twinkling. Sirius scowled at his son. "Tom decided that it would be fun to cast a binding charm," Sirius said, his eyes showing the worry he had for his son. Dumbledore's eyes sobered and he mentioned for them to go to his office. "We'll figure out what to do," he said gently and the trio walked up to Dumbledore's office.
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"Well, the best thing to do is to wait for your partner to show up," Dumbledore said calmly, sipping on his tea. "Wait for her to show up?" Tom asked uncertainly. "Like, by magic?" Sirius snorted softly and Tom shot another glare at him. Dumbledore smiled. "Exactly. By magic," he said. Sirius spat out his tea and doubled over, choking. Tom made no move to help him, but instead shot him a smug look. "Told you," he said and Sirius coughed, before sticking out his tongue at him. "Real mature," Tom said, rolling his eyes. Sirius promptly retorted by sticking out his tongue again. "You might want to talk to Remus about this," Dumbledore suggested. Both of black haired males in front of him nodded and bounded down the stairs to find the werewolf. Dumbledore looked out the window at the blue sky. "Whoever said that your partner was going to be a girl Mr. Riddle?" Dumbledore muttered to himself before chuckling. "This is going to be an interesting day."
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Sirius tumbled into the chambers he shared with Remus. The brown haired man glanced up, startled. "Siri-" he was cut off as a pair of lips was planted firmly on to his. "Oh great," a mock exasperated voice sounded from the doorway. "Do I have to stand here and watch you two get it on?" Remus pushed Sirius off him and smiled warmly at the smiling Tom. "Don't worry about the mutt. He hasn't been neutralised yet," Remus said wickedly as Sirius squeaked. Tom fell over laughing as Sirius started attacking Remus with pillows. "You evil, evil git!" Sirius shouted. Remus snickered and turned towards Tom, trying to ward off the attacks. "Now, what brings you here?" he asked. Tom took a deep breath, thanking whatever God was listening that the full moon was about twenty days away. "I kinda, well you see, I, well, thought it would prove to Weasley that I can actually hold my own by casting a, uh, well, um, a, binding charm." Tom's voice had progressively grown softer and squeaker as he forced out his confession. "You did what?!" Remus shouted. Sirius snickered softly behind his hand, shooting Tom an evil look. "And you?!" Remus shouted, rounding on Sirius. Sirius's mouth fell open. "What?" he asked. Remus's eyes grew even stormier. "And where the hell were you when this happened?!" Remus demanded. "You're blaming this on me?!" Sirius squeaked. (A/N: they seem to be squeaking a lot don't they?) "I wasn't even there." Remus glared at the seventeen-year-old boy in front of him who was currently trying to bury himself into the sofa. "Whatever prompted you to cast a charm like that?" Remus asked. Tom shrugged helplessly. "I dunno," he mumbled and immediately saw that he shouldn't have said that. Remus opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready to give one of his famous, lecturing, I-told-you-so speeches. "It was Weasley," Tom blurted out suddenly. Remus huffed. "How many times have we told you to ignore that boy?" he asked pointedly. Tom coughed uncomfortably and suddenly seemed to find the carpet really interesting. How come he had never noticed that there was a brown stain right in front of feet. In fact, if he just tilted his head a little, it looked astonishingly like a picture of a banana. "Tom!" Remus barked and Tom immediately raised his head. "Yes Remus, old buddy, old pal? The person who would never, ever hurt his only son. The person whose son adores him above everything else?" Tom asked meekly. Remus rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself. "Do you know who the person is?" he asked finally, pushing the sulking Sirius over on the sofa. "Nope. She's going to arrive by magic," Tom said and shot a smug grin at Sirius. Remus raised an eyebrow, but decided not to ask. The last time he gotten in between one of Sirius's and Tom's arguments he had to walk around wearing a tutu that flashed different colours for a week. What Tom had said seemed to annoy Sirius as it caused his sulk to increase and for him to fold his arms, burning a hole into the carpet with the intensity of his glare. Remus nudged him softly. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. Sirius sniffed and turned away. "Why do you always blame me for everything that happens to him?" Sirius whined. Tom rolled his eyes. "Oh brother," he muttered under his breath. Remus sighed and ran his hand through Sirius's hair. "Because I know how protective of him you are and how it's surprising that you allowed something like this to happen," he said softly. Sirius blinked. Whatever answer he had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. "Oh," he said stupidly. Remus smiled and kissed him softly. "Stupid mutt," he muttered affectionately. Tom got up hastily and edged towards the door, eyeing the two men warily. "I'll just be, uh, somewhere else and doing, uh, bye!" Tom called and hurried out of the room as fast as humanly possible as the two men started to kiss. Not stopping until he rounded a corner and down a flight of steps, Tom bent over and clutched at his chest. It was not that he'd never seen his parents kiss, but it was still, well, *weird*. Suppressing a shudder, Tom put his hands into his pockets and strolled down the hallways and back towards the Great Hall. He needed his stuff for his next lesson.
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That night Tom was sitting nervously at the Slytherin table, toying with the food on his plate with his fork. Dumbledore had taken him out of class and said that whilst he didn't know when his partner was coming, it would be soon. Tom had a feeling that she was going to come tonight. How right he was. A golden glow suddenly surrounded the Head Table and the next second a surprised teenage boy stumbled out of it. And unfortunately, straight into a platter of mashed potatoes. Harry gave a shout of surprise as he slipped on the, er, well, slippery potatoes and fell off the table, landing straight into McGonagall's lap. McGonagall gave a little shriek and pushed the dazed and somewhat confused Harry Potter off her. So, in the end, it resulted in a dazed, confused and rather sore Harry Potter lying on the ground, foot covered in mash potatoes. "Hello, my name's Albus Dumbledore. You are?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully. Harry shook his head to clear it and stared up at the old man. "What do you mean who I am? Professor, it's me. Hello! Harry, the Head Boy," Harry said, clambering to his feet. He looked out towards the sea of faces facing him and suddenly felt weak. He gripped the edge of the table tightly and stared around. All the faces were familiar and yet unfamiliar somehow. "What? Where? How? What the bloody hell is going on?" Harry suddenly exploded, startling more than several of the occupants of the hall. "One second I was on the table ready to belt out some stupid song that Malfoy gave me and the next I'm in McG-, er, Professor McGonagall's lap. Professor, what's happening?" Harry asked Dumbledore. Dumbledore regarded him with stern and yet twinkling eyes. "Why don't we continue this conversation upstairs in my office?" Dumbledore asked. Harry shook his head stubbornly. "I am not going anywhere until I know what the hell is going on. I know that once I'm up in your office you'll give me some stupid non-answer that doesn't explain a damn thing," Harry said bluntly. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and contemplated this in silence. "You've been bound," he told him. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "I've been WHAT?!" he shouted, his face paling at an alarming rate. Sirius glanced over at Tom and saw that his face was also quite pale. "Bound," Dumbledore repeated. "Fuck," Harry stated simply, ignoring the stern looks the professors shot him. "To who?" he finally asked. Dumbledore pointed to Tom. The whole hall, as one, turned their heads and stared at their Head Boy. Harry followed the finger and his eyes landed on the boy. Again his eyes widened and his jaw hung slack. "Not bloody possible," he said under his breath. "Not in a million years am I going to get together with that, that....thing!" Harry shouted, stumbling backwards. His eyes burned with loathing and anger at Tom. Tom, for his part, returned the gaze in confusion. What had he done to piss the boy off?
"There has to be a mistake," he said, looking desperately at Dumbledore. "How the hell do I get bound to Tom Fucking Riddle?" Tom's eyes widened. How had the boy known his name? Who the hell was the boy anyway? "Please refrain from using that language," Dumbledore said sternly. Harry turned on him, body tensed. "I will not refrain in the least from using any sort of language. How in Merlin's name do you expect me to get together with a monster like that?! After all his done?! What the hell has gotten into you?" Harry snapped, ignoring the shocked mutters people sent him for talking to Dumbledore like that. Dumbledore looked back at him with calm eyes. "This might be easier to work out if you were to tell me your name," Dumbledore said gently. Harry took a deep breath and glared at the headmaster. "What sort of game are you playing?" he asked harshly. "I reassure you that I do not know your name or who you are," Dumbledore continued with patience. Harry rolled his eyes and took another breath. "Harry Potter. My name is Harry James Potter," he said. There was complete silence throughout the hall. "Liar!" the shout made many people jump and everybody turned to see Sirius Black shaking with barely suppressed rage. Harry's eyes widened and he took a step back. Nonononono, his mind screamed at him. This is not possible. Tom Riddle alive, yes I can handle that. But not Sirius, anyone but Sirius. Before Dumbledore could intervene the doors flew open and a cheerful black haired, blue eyed man stepped into the room. A smile was on his lips and in his eyes. They faded as he saw the tensed and angry atmosphere of the room.
"Er," James Potter started, not sure what to say. Harry's attention snapped towards his father and he paled even more. He backed up until he was against the wall, eyes wide in horror. "No," he whispered. "Not possible." The hall turned their attention back towards the pale and trembling boy that claimed to be Harry Potter. "You see," Dumbledore began, eyes crackling with anger. "You can not be Harry Potter, for he is dead." Harry suddenly snapped back to reality. He stood up tall and ignored the white-as-a-ghost man that had to be his father in front of him. "Then what am I?" Harry sneered. He was sick of this sadistic joke. "A figment of your imagination? The last time I checked, I haven't died and become a ghost." "You're sticking by your story that you're Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked gravely. Harry threw his hands up and glared at the old man. "It is not a story! It's the truth God damnit! Why won't you believe me? Look at him," Harry said, gesturing at Sirius. "He's walking around as if nothing's happened. I don't see you going up to him and demanding why he's even walking around." "Alright. Come with me to my office and we'll sort this out," Dumbledore said finally. Harry sighed and grumbled under his breath, but followed him anyway. He was too much in shock to argue. He was going to rip the person responsible for this joke limb from limb. And he still had mashed potato on his shoes damnit! As they passed the Slythein table, Dumbledore beckoned for Tom to follow them. Sirius and Remus walked quickly to Tom's side and shot Harry suspicious and angry looks. Great, Harry thought sarcastically. Yeah sure, go and comfort the enemy. Don't at all worry about your own godson. I'm completely fine. After all, I just found out that I'm bound to my parents' murderer and that my dead father, godfather and countless friends are walking around, alive. Everything is just perfect, completely peachy. Grumbling under his breath Harry entered the headmaster's office and sat as far apart from the people in the room as he possibly could. Dumbledore offered the usually things, lemon drops and tea. "Now to get down to business," he said. Harry glared tiredly at the bearded man. There was a knock at the door and a second later it opened. A red headed woman stepped into the room and looked around in confusion. "You wanted me Albus?" Lily Potter asked. In every story somebody has to faint. Of course, in this story, Harry took one look at his mother and his eyes rolled upwards before slipping forward in his chair and dropping into a dead faint.
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A/N. My new story folks! Since I can never seem to write long stories, I thought this might help me practise. Please review, all reviews are appreciated. *squeals* I love reviews. *bounces off to eat chocolate*
Summary: When Tom Riddle, adopted son of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, has had his *manliness* questioned by Ron Wealsey, the Slytherin heir decides that he will prove himself by casting one of the most powerful spells ever. Only *after* casting the spell, does Tom remember that he doesn't actually *know* what the spell *does*. Of course, the spell *has* to bind him and Harry Potter together. What is Tom to do when it seems that Harry hates him for no apparent reason?
Warning: This story will be SLASH! You don't like it? Then don't read it.
Chapter 1
Harry glared at Voldemort, his green eyes burning with more hatred that humanly possible. "You're a monster," he spat at him. "Did you just realise that Mr. Potter?" Voldemort asked cruelly, red eyes gleaming with evil. Harry staggered to his feet and groped for his wand. It was in the tatters that people usually called robes. Finding it, he gripped weakly and pointed it at Voldemort. "Mr. Potter, we can not duel since we have brother wands," Voldemort scolded the seventeen-year-old boy as if he was talking to a five-year-old.
"I know that!" Harry hissed venomously. Voldemort laughed again. "Are you sure Potter?" he sneered. Harry sneered back and stuffed the wand back into his robes. He could feel it now. All the pent up anger, hatred and utter disgust he had for the *it* in front of him. He could feel its murderous waves building up in his chest. He could feel it growing with every breath he took. He could feel other people's anger and loathing joining his. With one last effort, he pushed all the raw, untamed magic through the bond he shared with Voldemort. No words or incantations were needed for the magic. It was clear what Harry wanted to do with it. He could feel it seeping through ever pore in his body towards the figure in front of him. He could *see* it tumbling towards Voldemort like a tidal wave. Voldemort must have felt it as well. He tried in vain, casting shielding spell over shielding spell, but nothing worked. His crimson eyes widen with fear as the wave of pure magic made its way towards him. In a second, the magic descended upon Voldemort. The magic literally ripped his soul apart, leaving nothing but a fine silver dust that was sure his soul, had it been solid. The dust was blown away by the wind, scattering it all over the world to never be pieced together again. All that was left was his body. Well, it was more like an empty shell of flesh and bone and all the other parts of the human body. Harry looked around and swayed dangerously on his feet. He felt faint, but happy. He was completely happy for the first time in years. Slumped over on the ground before him lay the body of Voldemort. It was finally over and Harry had finally done it. He had finally done what he was born to do. He had defeated Voldemort. He had finally avenged Charlie, Sirius, Remus, Ginny, Blaise and countless others who had perished in the war. Well, he thought. That's the end of that chapter. That was the last thought of Harry Potter before he pitched forward in a dead faint.
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Tom Riddle's eyes flashed angrily as he tried to glare down Ron Weasley. "I hope you are not implying what I think you are implying Weasley," Tom hissed as Ron smirked. "Riddle, you couldn't cast a spell to save your life," Ron sneered. "It's just dumb luck and the fact that you're the adopted son of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin that you became Head Boy." Tom saw red. He hated it when people say that his achievements were because of who his parents were. Without another word, he picked up his wand and muttered the words to the spell that will change his life forever. "Combiene tue ette moio," Tom hissed and a golden light emitted from his wand. "NO!" Sirius shouted as he recognised the spell. "Tom, you idiot!"
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Harry Potter was officially screwed. Cursing under his breath, he wondered how the hell he had gotten himself into his current situation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Draco smirk. "Dumb blond," he muttered under his breath, before climbing on to the teacher's table to humiliate himself thoroughly.
**Five minutes earlier**
"Come on Potter. Don't tell me you're scared," Draco smirked. Harry rolled his eyes and mock glared at the blond. "Malfoy, leave me alone. I do not want to climb on to the teacher's table and sing some idiotic song that you pulled out of God-knows-where," Harry said, exasperated, for the thousandth time that minute. Draco's smirk increased. "You're scared," he declared. "You defeated the most feared Dark Lord of our time and you're scared of climbing on to a table and singing. Harry growled. "Malfoy, I do not fancy getting up in front of the whole school and making a complete ass of myself." "Come on Potter. You never have fun anymore," Draco said whilst simultaneously giving him the puppy dog eyes. Harry shot him an irritated look. "You know that I can't resist that damn look," Harry huffed, but climbed to his feet. Draco smirked knowingly. "I know," he said smugly, only to be whacked on the head the next second. "Watch the hair!" Harry smirked, but it was wiped off his face as he was pushed towards the teacher's table.
**Now**
Harry took another deep breath as he looked out at the many curious faces that were facing him. Draco snickered quietly, but a glare soon shut him up. Smiling weakly, Harry screwed up his courage and opened his mouth. Before him could belt out the song, a golden light surrounded him. Draco's shocked face was the last thing he saw before the light blocked his vision.
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Tom's head snapped up and he looked straight into the angry face of his adopted father, Sirius. "What?" he asked, his face betraying his confusion. Sirius glared at him, ignoring the looks he was getting from everybody. "You just cast a binding charm. Do you even know what that means?" Sirius hissed. Tom's face paled and he opened his mouth several times, but each time it closed with a snap. "Binding charm?" he asked weakly. Sirius's features softened and he sighed.
"I feel sorry for what ever poor soul you bound to you," he muttered. Tom glared at him. "Gee, thanks so much for your confidence in me," he said sarcastically. Whatever Sirius was about to say was cut off by Dumbledore clearing his throat. "May I ask what just happened?" he enquired, eyes twinkling. Sirius scowled at his son. "Tom decided that it would be fun to cast a binding charm," Sirius said, his eyes showing the worry he had for his son. Dumbledore's eyes sobered and he mentioned for them to go to his office. "We'll figure out what to do," he said gently and the trio walked up to Dumbledore's office.
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"Well, the best thing to do is to wait for your partner to show up," Dumbledore said calmly, sipping on his tea. "Wait for her to show up?" Tom asked uncertainly. "Like, by magic?" Sirius snorted softly and Tom shot another glare at him. Dumbledore smiled. "Exactly. By magic," he said. Sirius spat out his tea and doubled over, choking. Tom made no move to help him, but instead shot him a smug look. "Told you," he said and Sirius coughed, before sticking out his tongue at him. "Real mature," Tom said, rolling his eyes. Sirius promptly retorted by sticking out his tongue again. "You might want to talk to Remus about this," Dumbledore suggested. Both of black haired males in front of him nodded and bounded down the stairs to find the werewolf. Dumbledore looked out the window at the blue sky. "Whoever said that your partner was going to be a girl Mr. Riddle?" Dumbledore muttered to himself before chuckling. "This is going to be an interesting day."
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Sirius tumbled into the chambers he shared with Remus. The brown haired man glanced up, startled. "Siri-" he was cut off as a pair of lips was planted firmly on to his. "Oh great," a mock exasperated voice sounded from the doorway. "Do I have to stand here and watch you two get it on?" Remus pushed Sirius off him and smiled warmly at the smiling Tom. "Don't worry about the mutt. He hasn't been neutralised yet," Remus said wickedly as Sirius squeaked. Tom fell over laughing as Sirius started attacking Remus with pillows. "You evil, evil git!" Sirius shouted. Remus snickered and turned towards Tom, trying to ward off the attacks. "Now, what brings you here?" he asked. Tom took a deep breath, thanking whatever God was listening that the full moon was about twenty days away. "I kinda, well you see, I, well, thought it would prove to Weasley that I can actually hold my own by casting a, uh, well, um, a, binding charm." Tom's voice had progressively grown softer and squeaker as he forced out his confession. "You did what?!" Remus shouted. Sirius snickered softly behind his hand, shooting Tom an evil look. "And you?!" Remus shouted, rounding on Sirius. Sirius's mouth fell open. "What?" he asked. Remus's eyes grew even stormier. "And where the hell were you when this happened?!" Remus demanded. "You're blaming this on me?!" Sirius squeaked. (A/N: they seem to be squeaking a lot don't they?) "I wasn't even there." Remus glared at the seventeen-year-old boy in front of him who was currently trying to bury himself into the sofa. "Whatever prompted you to cast a charm like that?" Remus asked. Tom shrugged helplessly. "I dunno," he mumbled and immediately saw that he shouldn't have said that. Remus opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready to give one of his famous, lecturing, I-told-you-so speeches. "It was Weasley," Tom blurted out suddenly. Remus huffed. "How many times have we told you to ignore that boy?" he asked pointedly. Tom coughed uncomfortably and suddenly seemed to find the carpet really interesting. How come he had never noticed that there was a brown stain right in front of feet. In fact, if he just tilted his head a little, it looked astonishingly like a picture of a banana. "Tom!" Remus barked and Tom immediately raised his head. "Yes Remus, old buddy, old pal? The person who would never, ever hurt his only son. The person whose son adores him above everything else?" Tom asked meekly. Remus rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself. "Do you know who the person is?" he asked finally, pushing the sulking Sirius over on the sofa. "Nope. She's going to arrive by magic," Tom said and shot a smug grin at Sirius. Remus raised an eyebrow, but decided not to ask. The last time he gotten in between one of Sirius's and Tom's arguments he had to walk around wearing a tutu that flashed different colours for a week. What Tom had said seemed to annoy Sirius as it caused his sulk to increase and for him to fold his arms, burning a hole into the carpet with the intensity of his glare. Remus nudged him softly. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. Sirius sniffed and turned away. "Why do you always blame me for everything that happens to him?" Sirius whined. Tom rolled his eyes. "Oh brother," he muttered under his breath. Remus sighed and ran his hand through Sirius's hair. "Because I know how protective of him you are and how it's surprising that you allowed something like this to happen," he said softly. Sirius blinked. Whatever answer he had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. "Oh," he said stupidly. Remus smiled and kissed him softly. "Stupid mutt," he muttered affectionately. Tom got up hastily and edged towards the door, eyeing the two men warily. "I'll just be, uh, somewhere else and doing, uh, bye!" Tom called and hurried out of the room as fast as humanly possible as the two men started to kiss. Not stopping until he rounded a corner and down a flight of steps, Tom bent over and clutched at his chest. It was not that he'd never seen his parents kiss, but it was still, well, *weird*. Suppressing a shudder, Tom put his hands into his pockets and strolled down the hallways and back towards the Great Hall. He needed his stuff for his next lesson.
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That night Tom was sitting nervously at the Slytherin table, toying with the food on his plate with his fork. Dumbledore had taken him out of class and said that whilst he didn't know when his partner was coming, it would be soon. Tom had a feeling that she was going to come tonight. How right he was. A golden glow suddenly surrounded the Head Table and the next second a surprised teenage boy stumbled out of it. And unfortunately, straight into a platter of mashed potatoes. Harry gave a shout of surprise as he slipped on the, er, well, slippery potatoes and fell off the table, landing straight into McGonagall's lap. McGonagall gave a little shriek and pushed the dazed and somewhat confused Harry Potter off her. So, in the end, it resulted in a dazed, confused and rather sore Harry Potter lying on the ground, foot covered in mash potatoes. "Hello, my name's Albus Dumbledore. You are?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully. Harry shook his head to clear it and stared up at the old man. "What do you mean who I am? Professor, it's me. Hello! Harry, the Head Boy," Harry said, clambering to his feet. He looked out towards the sea of faces facing him and suddenly felt weak. He gripped the edge of the table tightly and stared around. All the faces were familiar and yet unfamiliar somehow. "What? Where? How? What the bloody hell is going on?" Harry suddenly exploded, startling more than several of the occupants of the hall. "One second I was on the table ready to belt out some stupid song that Malfoy gave me and the next I'm in McG-, er, Professor McGonagall's lap. Professor, what's happening?" Harry asked Dumbledore. Dumbledore regarded him with stern and yet twinkling eyes. "Why don't we continue this conversation upstairs in my office?" Dumbledore asked. Harry shook his head stubbornly. "I am not going anywhere until I know what the hell is going on. I know that once I'm up in your office you'll give me some stupid non-answer that doesn't explain a damn thing," Harry said bluntly. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and contemplated this in silence. "You've been bound," he told him. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "I've been WHAT?!" he shouted, his face paling at an alarming rate. Sirius glanced over at Tom and saw that his face was also quite pale. "Bound," Dumbledore repeated. "Fuck," Harry stated simply, ignoring the stern looks the professors shot him. "To who?" he finally asked. Dumbledore pointed to Tom. The whole hall, as one, turned their heads and stared at their Head Boy. Harry followed the finger and his eyes landed on the boy. Again his eyes widened and his jaw hung slack. "Not bloody possible," he said under his breath. "Not in a million years am I going to get together with that, that....thing!" Harry shouted, stumbling backwards. His eyes burned with loathing and anger at Tom. Tom, for his part, returned the gaze in confusion. What had he done to piss the boy off?
"There has to be a mistake," he said, looking desperately at Dumbledore. "How the hell do I get bound to Tom Fucking Riddle?" Tom's eyes widened. How had the boy known his name? Who the hell was the boy anyway? "Please refrain from using that language," Dumbledore said sternly. Harry turned on him, body tensed. "I will not refrain in the least from using any sort of language. How in Merlin's name do you expect me to get together with a monster like that?! After all his done?! What the hell has gotten into you?" Harry snapped, ignoring the shocked mutters people sent him for talking to Dumbledore like that. Dumbledore looked back at him with calm eyes. "This might be easier to work out if you were to tell me your name," Dumbledore said gently. Harry took a deep breath and glared at the headmaster. "What sort of game are you playing?" he asked harshly. "I reassure you that I do not know your name or who you are," Dumbledore continued with patience. Harry rolled his eyes and took another breath. "Harry Potter. My name is Harry James Potter," he said. There was complete silence throughout the hall. "Liar!" the shout made many people jump and everybody turned to see Sirius Black shaking with barely suppressed rage. Harry's eyes widened and he took a step back. Nonononono, his mind screamed at him. This is not possible. Tom Riddle alive, yes I can handle that. But not Sirius, anyone but Sirius. Before Dumbledore could intervene the doors flew open and a cheerful black haired, blue eyed man stepped into the room. A smile was on his lips and in his eyes. They faded as he saw the tensed and angry atmosphere of the room.
"Er," James Potter started, not sure what to say. Harry's attention snapped towards his father and he paled even more. He backed up until he was against the wall, eyes wide in horror. "No," he whispered. "Not possible." The hall turned their attention back towards the pale and trembling boy that claimed to be Harry Potter. "You see," Dumbledore began, eyes crackling with anger. "You can not be Harry Potter, for he is dead." Harry suddenly snapped back to reality. He stood up tall and ignored the white-as-a-ghost man that had to be his father in front of him. "Then what am I?" Harry sneered. He was sick of this sadistic joke. "A figment of your imagination? The last time I checked, I haven't died and become a ghost." "You're sticking by your story that you're Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked gravely. Harry threw his hands up and glared at the old man. "It is not a story! It's the truth God damnit! Why won't you believe me? Look at him," Harry said, gesturing at Sirius. "He's walking around as if nothing's happened. I don't see you going up to him and demanding why he's even walking around." "Alright. Come with me to my office and we'll sort this out," Dumbledore said finally. Harry sighed and grumbled under his breath, but followed him anyway. He was too much in shock to argue. He was going to rip the person responsible for this joke limb from limb. And he still had mashed potato on his shoes damnit! As they passed the Slythein table, Dumbledore beckoned for Tom to follow them. Sirius and Remus walked quickly to Tom's side and shot Harry suspicious and angry looks. Great, Harry thought sarcastically. Yeah sure, go and comfort the enemy. Don't at all worry about your own godson. I'm completely fine. After all, I just found out that I'm bound to my parents' murderer and that my dead father, godfather and countless friends are walking around, alive. Everything is just perfect, completely peachy. Grumbling under his breath Harry entered the headmaster's office and sat as far apart from the people in the room as he possibly could. Dumbledore offered the usually things, lemon drops and tea. "Now to get down to business," he said. Harry glared tiredly at the bearded man. There was a knock at the door and a second later it opened. A red headed woman stepped into the room and looked around in confusion. "You wanted me Albus?" Lily Potter asked. In every story somebody has to faint. Of course, in this story, Harry took one look at his mother and his eyes rolled upwards before slipping forward in his chair and dropping into a dead faint.
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A/N. My new story folks! Since I can never seem to write long stories, I thought this might help me practise. Please review, all reviews are appreciated. *squeals* I love reviews. *bounces off to eat chocolate*