Just a new story idea that I might work on in the future. If I do continue it, it'll be mostly humor or drama.
Oh, Harry Potter does not- de ninguna manera- belong to me. (Take that, Mrs. A! I so do know Spanish.)
Voldemort-no, Tom now- looked at the boy, the bane of his existence. They were laying on the floor, bleeding to death, together, side by side. At least when he died, he would have company.
Death. The only thing that had ever scared him. Tom did not like not knowing things, and he did not understand death.
"It's not so bad, you know." Tom moved his head slightly to face the boy wonder. "Death, that is."
Tom sneered. "And how would you know?"
"Master of death. Duh."
They stayed in peaceful silence for awhile.
"You've always been alone, haven't you?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
"Well, we're about to die, and talking won't do you harm."
Tom was quiet, contemplating his words. "Yes," he answered.
"No wonder you turned dark. Like you said before, we're extremely similar."
He hummed in response.
"Hey... I promise, in the next life, I won't leave you alone. I know I don't want to be alone."
"Fantastic," he drawled. "How would you go about that?"
"Master of death. Duh. I have some semblance of control over our next lives."
Another silence.
"I would like that. Having someone on my side, that is."
"Then, see you in our next life."
Moments afterwards, the Dark Lord and Harry Potter were dead. But magic stayed in the air, making the promise into an unbreakable bond.
~~~one year later~~~
Tom? Are you there?
Harry?
Yes. My birth took forever.
How is it that we are able to talk like this though we are not connected by horcruxes?
Magic.
Arrgh! You prat.
…
What?
You sound human. You actually said "prat".
So? I am human.
Sure.
So how is this possible?
I think this may have something to do with my promise to you before we died.
I see.
So, Tom, tell me about yourself. Who are your parents and such?
Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
WHAT?
I honestly thought you did it on purpose.
How long have you been born?
A little over one month.
What's your name?
Ugh... You're not going to believe this.
What?
They saw my black hair and decided to call me Harry.
… Tom?
Yes?
You're not going to believe this, but my name's Tom.
Fate loves messing with us, doesn't she?
Indeed.
Who're your parents?
Dunno. Apparently, she died in childbirth and my dad is a mystery. I'm currently living in an orphanage.
Somehow, this sounds a bit familiar.
So does your story. I mean, born to extremely light parents, and your mother is a muggleborn? One would think you're copying me.
Shush, Potter.
It's Tom.
No way I'll call you that. It's like talking to myself.
The first sign of insanity... but then again, when weren't you insane?
Insufferable brat.
You're only one month older!
Yes, but I'm still older than you.
Prat.
Sigh. Goodnight, Harry.
What, time for your nap?
Yes. Now shush.
Review please?