This is a small, short scene from my (hopefully) upcoming story Meet You Again Someday. I am currently working out some things in the plot, although I have the key parts written out. This story will be Tom/Harry story, starting out just before Harry's eleventh birthday. It will follow somewhat of the actual HP stories, however it will be majorly rewritten with:
Slytherin!Harry
That, in itself, explains how different Harry Potter will be in this story.
-This is not a chapter! This is not the beginning! This is a little piece of just... an example, maybe.-
I'd like to thank LightningIsTakingPictures for pushing me (although they wouldn't think they did). And also, big love to DariaSilver, because you are amazing to me.
Clutching the leather bound diary to his chest, Harry found a secluded corner of the common room, and withdrew his quill and ink. It had now been several days since he last spoke to Tom and Harry was feeling just a bit jealous of the attention he had to give Ginny, even though he knew that it was a crucial part in Tom's plan.
Their plan, Tom had reminded—corrected—him many timse before. The thought always brought a smile to Harry's face, remembering that soon Tom won't be a page of words anymore, or a fuzzy memory brought to life. He would be real. Harry's body shivered and goose bumps washed over his arms. Shaking his head, he opened up a random page and pressed the tip of quill onto the paper.
"Tom?"
A heartbeat of a second and Harry forgot to breathe again.
"Harry, how are you?"
He blew out the tightness in his chest and grinned, tapping ink off the tip into the well before continuing.
"I'm alright. It's been a few days but I haven't noticed any changes in Ginny. Is everything going okay?"
The ink drained away, although as fast as it went, it returned in Tom's sharp writing.
"Yes, everything is going as it should. Actually, I am happy you have retrieved the diary so soon, because now we may move forward with our plan, Harry."
Harry didn't reply, he didn't really know what to say. There wasn't words for the way his heartbeat pounded in his chest.
"Tomorrow evening, my pet. I will need you to return my diary to her tomorrow morning, and at dinner, while everyone is worried about her missing, come down to the Chamber. I don't believe even Dumbledore has found the Chamber yet, not that he could ever make his way in. Only you, Harry, may open the Chamber."
He had heard these words many times before, that his ability to speak with snakes, would allow him to open the Chamber of Secrets. Harry loved the feeling that there were only three people (at least, whom Tom and Draco explain) that have this ability: Tom, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and himself...
"It's a gift, Harry. A very special one, that puts us apart from the others. We are superior, by blood, and although I am not sure where your descent strays from, Harry, you and I are alike." Tom's words stuck with him, always reminding him to keep his head high. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, tapping the feathered pen on the edge of the ink well before continuing.
"I am ready, Tom. Please tell me where to find the Chamber."