Summary: What if Percy was the one who had found Tom Riddle's Diary amongst his things and HE was the one manipulated? Worst of all, what if the young Dark Lord fell in love with his puppet, Percy, and decided to keep him, forever? Percy\Tom

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PROLOGUE

Percy Weasley stretched his long limbs as he walked into the sixth year boy's dorm, his things having already been brought up and the day's boring routine of helping the younger years find their way had already left him tired. There were more first years this year than last and the stair cases had decided to change when they were in the middle of climbing one, making him have to take the students around the long way and explain to them in very, very simple English that there was a shorter way than this one to get to the dorm. There were constant questions of course, most of them being repeated, and it took the red head everything he had not to turn around and scream at these children to shut up! This batch was the worst batch of First years he had ever had the displeasure of meeting!

After a while of stretching, he made his way to his bed and very ungracefully collapsed onto it, catching the attention of his room mate, secret crush and all around nice guy, Oliver Wood. He had been in the middle of changing when Percy came in and remained shirtless as he went to his friend's bedside and smirked down at him. "Nasty little buggers, aren't they?" He said and chuckled when Percy groaned in response. "I would really hate being on first year escort duty, hence why I'm Quidditch Captain, not Prefect."

"Oh, sod off." Percy muttered into his pillow and rolled off the bed. "I didn't ask to do this; the other prefects just assumed I would love the job since they seem to think I love snapping at people all the time."

Oliver titled his head in confusion. "You're telling me you don't? Wow, I would have never have guessed, what with the way you act around me and your brothers."

Percy almost winced at that comment. It hurt coming from someone he really admired, even if it was somewhat true. He put on a false smile and got up to start putting his things away. "Yes, you're right, Oliver. After all, who wouldn't want to use their authority over children too small to really know you?"

Oliver didn't seem to realize he had hurt his friend's feelings and went back to getting dressed while Percy slowly hung up his robes and put his books in the proper places in the bookshelves for the classes tomorrow. However, as he was putting the books up, he found one he didn't remember buying amongst his things. He picked it up and looked over the leather cover, looking for any sign as to whom it belonged, and, not finding anything, decided to look at it later. Perhaps, if it was empty, he could use it as his own diary and hopefully this year be able to relax a bit more than he had last year. He set the small book aside and continued putting the rest of his clothes and school supplies away, musing the whole while about it.

That night, while he sat on his bed, Percy set out his oldest and dirtiest cloth over his lap and set his ink and quill at his bed side so he could write in the book he found while he opened it and flipped through its blank pages. At his side, he had his wand set in a holder so that the illuminated tip could cast its light everywhere within the enclosed curtains of his bed, and, while he propped himself up against his own head board to be able to look down at the words he wrote a bit more easily, he smiled as he thought up what to include in his little journal, deciding to make this as personal as possible and then casting a spell to make it unreadable to anyone but him.

When he was ready to write, he reached over and dipped his quill in the near by ink and waited a second for the excess to drip off before poising it over the small book and starting to write;

Dear Journal,

My name is Percival Ignius Weasley and I am the one who will be writing of my life on your pages from this day forth.

When he paused to consider what to write next though, the words he wrote down disappeared and new ones took their place, appearing as if though someone were writing them in his place. His blue eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He had never seen this in any of his sixteen years of existence.

Hello Percival, the book wrote back. My name is Tom; it's a pleasure to meet you.

Percy nervously dipped his quill again and wrote once more on the page just under the words this "Tom" had written. No, sir, the pleasure is all mine. If you wish though, you may call me Percy. Everyone else does.

The words once again disappeared in the page and then Tom's neat writing wrote back. Okay then, Percy it is. At these words, Percy smiled a bit and he felt himself relax as they disappeared, the page waiting for the next person to write something to the other. Perhaps he had finally found the friend he had always wanted through he pages of this book, a friend who wouldn't judge him as snooty and pompous. He put his quill to the page again and wrote Say Tom, how about we decide to be friends from this day forth?

The words disappeared and after a moment's pause they wrote back Alright Percy, let's be friends.

Percy spent the time writing back and forth with Tom about what had happened during the day that night, once in a while giggling about some comment the book had written back to him about how stupid some of the first years where in his time period too. It wasn't that much of a surprise for the red head to read that though, he figured this book was left behind as a memory because much of the terminology Tom used was more old school than modern, hence leading to the conclusion that the boy he was speaking to was the memory of a student who had been at Hogwarts during the 1940's. He didn't mind though, that just meant that even if he told this boy something very personal and he spread it around as gossip, no one would remember it by now and so everything was safe and sound. What poor Percy didn't realize was just how dangerous giving out Personal information like that, even to a book, could be.

First chapter complete! Isn't it awesomeness! I personally love a good Percy\Tom Riddle story but they are just so hard to come by now a day so I decided to write my own. And why not? This story line could have happened in the movie too if Malfloy had been stupid and given the diary to a different person. But now, enough about that, REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!