Key:
" Speaking Parseltounge"
Thinking (Harry)
Thinking (Voldemort)
"Speaking"
Welcome to chapter one of ifNO! The dirty brainchild of KW and M'DC, aka SAV's wierd college friend and SAV's adoptive cousin. If you have a problem with sexual situations, gay, trans, or strait people, people who like to kill, Dumbledore being an ass, Hermione and Ron being asses who sleep together, Ginny being a slut, and Draco and Snape actually being on the dark lord's side, GO AWAY. This fanfic is not for you, I described it the best I could, on your way out, please check out the LetsGetDysfunctional profile for the ones marked SAV, AP, or the occasional JJC, for strait, less gory, children's animated movies, avengers and other stories that I shouldn't mention because they're going through pre-reads and betas.
For those of you still here, the key is a bit misleading, if Voldemort is thinking something then Harry can hear it. This story is NOT written in 3rd person omniscient so unless a Point of View is specified, You only know HARRY'S THOUGHTS.
Please enjoy and review!
(((o(*ﾟﾟ*)o)))-Stolen from SAV ︎
Running through the corridors at night was a very bad idea. Following after Peter Pettigrew who was known to be far away and definitely not a rat anymore and therefore not at Hogwarts.
But here Harry was. Running after someone who was not there. But he knew. He knew it wasn't Peter Pettigrew. So who?
Harry bolted around the corner and ran straight into the room usually protected by a large picture of Miles III. He must've heard me coming.
"Severus?" Harry called. "Severus Snape?" He asked again in Parseltounge.
"Harry?" A voice called from the bedroom part of the quarters.
"Draco?" Harry snorted, catching it behind his hand. Draco was peeking out from behind the door of the bedroom. "What're you doing back there?" Harry laughed, knowing exactly what was going on. Draco blushed and tried to ignore the man behind him slowly torturing him.
"H-Harry, just give us a minute!" Draco stuttered shouting a bit.
"It's fine. Sev? We be out here talking, keep Dray quiet please!" Harry said trying not to laugh at Draco's bright red face.
"Of course Potter, though I cannot make any promises!" Snape's strained voice came muffled from behind the door.
Harry sat on the soft leather couch, right in front of the grand fireplace. Thank Merlin Dumbledore doesn't know about my late night visits here. Harry thought sighing. Yes Harry, Dumb big door shouldn't find out about these late night visits should he? Harry sighed as the quiet, but all surrounding voice echoed within him.
"My goodness Tom, can you not leave me alone for a few moments?" Harry said irritatedly. A chuckle sounded behind him. Harry peeked over the couch and saw a rat. "Oh Thomas.." he began in a sarcastic 'sad' voice, "have you really ascended to your true form you rat!" Harry spat in Parseltounge.
The mouse let out a squeak before forming into a young Tom Riddle, his eyes glinting with madness.
"Why Harry dearest, a rat can be one of the smartest animals in some cases," Tom began.
"Like Peter Pettigrew?" Harry said, hiking his hand up on his waist.
Tom scoffed. "Pettigrew? Please," Tom waved his hand in emphasis. "That weasel of a man should more likely be an ass than a rat." Besides, he'd be more helpful as a donkey. Harry couldn't help but laugh, his archenemy had a point.
"So, what do you want now Tom?" Harry said, hiking his hand up on his hip.
"Just a chance to change your mind ab-" Tom began, dragging his cool fingertips along Harry's left arm.
"No Tom!" Harry yelled, "I am not joining your side!" Harry yelled in Parseltounge. They both stood there tense when a loud moan echoed through the room with a scream of 'I'm coming!'.
Harry's face went bright red and he froze, Tom's hand still lightly resting on his arm. Beautiful.
"Wha-What?" Harry stuttered. He gracefully stumbled backwards and out of the room. He leaned against the door of the quarters, face red, hand covering his mouth. Did Tom just call me beautiful? Harry shook his head. No, he must've been thinking of someone else. Yeah! He was thinking, of someone... else- Harry trailed off as he peeked around the door. Tom stood there as stunned as Harry before shifting into rat form and skittering out of the room.
Harry ran all the way back to the common rooms. He hopped in his bed and put a wordless silence charm around his bed. He snatched his pillow off of the bed and fell onto it, screaming into the pillow. He looked down at his pants and blushed even harder as he saw the wet patch over his crotch. Ohhhhh, I'm in deep shit.
(・ω・)-Also stolen from SAV.
"Harry mate?" Ron asked. Pulling the veil from his bed. Harry mumbled nonsensically and pulled the blankets over his head. Ron laughed at him. "Come on Harry, it's time to eat and they've got your favorite!" Ron said. Harry shot up and out of his bed.
"Treacle Tart!?" Harry exclaimed. Oh, so the golden boy likes Treacle Tart hmm? I'll make sure to have some when you finally agree to be on my side. Harry ignored Tom in favor of throwing on his robes and running (miraculously, without tripping) to the food hall.
"Harry, you're eating like a starved man," Hermione said worriedly as Harry scarfed down treacle tarts and other delicious foods.
"Sorry 'mione," Harry began, his mouth full, "I'm just really hungry today." He swallowed his food and wiped his face of crumbs. Wow, I knew you liked to eat, Treacle Tart especially, but damn, you ate 'fast and furious'. Tom chuckled, working Harry. Oh shut up, old man. I'm hungry so I'm gonna eat. Harry thought, huffing aloud. You act as though you've never eaten anything before Hogwarts.
Harry blocked Tom out of his thoughts at that moment. He hadn't let Tom know about his experiences with the Dursleys. After a while of Tom invading his thoughts, Harry figured out how to block him out. However, after a while, he just gave up half the time.
Transfigurations was a blast as usual, Potions was awkward to say the least (for Harry, Draco, and Snape, who had all began to tolerate and dare I say, like, one another), Charms could have gone better, and all Harry wanted to do was go to bed. But bed would have to wait. Dumbledore called Harry to his office.
"Ah, Harry," Dumbledore said, not turning to look at him. "I've made quite the discovery that I think will intrigue you. Don't be shy, come over." Dumbledore waved Harry over to him. Harry looked around the old man and saw an old looking pin.
"What is it sir?" Harry asked, tracing the edge. Harry jerked back as the pin began to glow lightly.
"Ah, just as I thought," Dumbledore hummed.
"What does it mean?" Harry wondered.
"Harry, you said the sorting hat had trouble choosing a house for you?" Harry nodded. "I believe you are the สี่แยกด้าน (S̄ī̀ yæk d̂ān), also know as the four sides crossroad."
"But, what does it mean sir?" Harry asked.
"It means that you don't just belong in Gryffindor, you belong in all of the houses." Dumbledore told him. "The hat couldn't choose untill you told it what you wanted to be because you could go to any house and it would be right."
When Harry returned to his room he sighed and plopped onto his bed. What do I do now? He thought, gesturing wildly. You could join my side... GO AWAY TOM!