Summary: Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, is your every day Hogwarts student until he falls prey to an "evil" mirror that throws him fifty something years into the future. This new time if far more violent than the one he came from. The old git, sorry, I mean Dumbledore is harsh and downright cruel to everyone's faviorite future dark lord. The professors and students are extremely homicidal and his personal escort during the time he is being forced to spend here is while stunning, brilliant, and kind; doesn't trust him. Can he survive this hostel future, and more importantly can he win the wizarding worlds saviors' heart?
TR/HP( fluff), Some Gryffindor bashing (because every story needs an antagonist.), character death (not Harry, Tom, or Voldemort, I can't say any more or I'll give it away), SPOILERS! (I am trying to keep the facts from all seven books, but I'm changing the plot from the sixth book on.)
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He didn't have any idea how he got here. One minute he had been standing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom looking at his reflection in a mirror; the next he was tumbling to the floor in some dusty old room that probably hadn't been cleaned for decades, if looks were anything to go by. The mirror must have acted as some kind of portal; the only question was where had it taken him and how long before it could take him back?
He was sure whatever it was it could take him back, there were very few portals that only worked one way, and most of them were labeled Dark magic. Now most wizards would not have known that much about the Dark magic portals especially not any normal 6th year Hogwarts student, but Tom Marvolo Riddle was not a normal Hogwarts student. He was a Prefect, had received an award for Special Services to the school, was sure to become Head Boy some day, and had a peculiar interest in the Dark arts. Not that many knew that last bit.
Today was supposed to be his first day of classes. Potions had gone well professor Slughorn had even let him leave early after he finished his potion twenty minutes before the rest of the class. Not having to check the directions cut down the potion time quite a bit. He had already memorized all his class texts before he even stepped on the train yesterday so the potion had been easy. Originally, he had planned to go to the library and read but changed his mind when he remembered there was a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Tom liked to know all the Schools faculty. It was far easier to keep out trouble if people trusted and liked you; so he always did his best to get on the staffs good side, whether they were a teacher or not. So instead of reading a book in the comfort of the library he had gone to visit the new teacher to try to get on his good side.
Things had not gone his way. The room was empty when he got there except for a chalkboard some desks, and that accursed mirror. The thing seemed to call out to him; the second he looked at it, he was trapped. He couldn't look away from it and eventually he had given in to his curiosity and approached it. Now he was where ever here was with no idea what lay outside the dusty old room. Not one to just sit around and wait for a problem to work its self-out, Tom started to look around for a way out of the old room. In no time, he found a door.
Throwing the door open, Tom was nearly given a heart attack. The second he became use to the brightly lit corridor someone dropped out of the sky landing only a few feet from in front of where he was stranding. There was a barely auditable crack, with the impact, like a bone breaking. Crouching on all fours in front of him was a small boy with messy brown hair and wearing Gryffindor robes. Several flashes of purple and red light rained down on the small boys head, but vanished before hitting their intended target with a swish of the boys wand.
The boy stood, favoring his right leg, and shouted "Confringo!" There was an explosion followed by screams of panic and a shower of debris. Several red bolts shot from the small boy's wand. The dust soon cleared revealing a bleach blond haired boy shadowed by two large boys. All three were wearing Slytherin robes.
It didn't make any sense, Tom knew all his housemates, but he'd never seen these three. They were too large to be first years; the blond one even had a Prefect badge! The Gryffindor could be a first year, but he didn't think so. He was using spells far above anything any first year could cast.
"You know Potter, you seem to be too much of a cowered to be a Gryffindor; Running away like that. Are you sure the Sorting hat didn't sort you into the wrong house. Maybe it meant to say Hufflepuff instead?" The Blond sneered at the small Gryffindor, Potter. "No, I'm sure I'm not a Hufflepuff, Malfoy, I'm just not stupid. I know better than to try to stand and fight when you've brought half the Slytherin house to back you up! Real brave, by the way; and I was not running away, I was looking for a strategic location to kick your ruddy arse! " Potter yelled back with a taunting grin.
"Wow, Potter, I didn't think you knew such big words! Did you have that know-it-all Mudblood friend of your help you look them up? " Malfoy sneered back. The boy called Potter didn't miss a beat and called back "Why of course not Draco, but if you ask her really nice I'm sure she could help you look some up seeing how those two's help hasn't done anything for you. Maybe you shouldn't let them help you with your comebacks anymore; it ruins your image, unless you're going for brainless git." He replied easily. "You may even manage to start get A's again, with Hermione's help!" Looking as though the idea of the other boy getting an Acceptable was shocking.
There was murder in the other boy's eyes. The sneer was gone and he looked ready to kill. "Potter this is not a muggle school, top marks are O's not A's. Just because your parents were too stupid to not get themselves killed, and obviously didn't care enough about you to make sure you ended up in a proper home doesn't give you the right to be stupid as well. It's getting quite annoying to explaining these things to you." Draco replied coolly anger still burning in his eyes. The messy haired boy didn't reply, but Tom could feel the boy's power and rage radiating off his body. The air was so thick with it he was surprised it wasn't manifesting it's self as accidental magic yet.
Potter suddenly ducked as two spells shot over his head, from opposite sides of the corridor, both hitting the opposing caster. It was the two large boys that had been standing behind the Draco boy before. He hadn't even noticed they had left their friends side. 'Didn't anyone ever warn those two not to attack from opposite sides of the room!? They really couldn't have been that stupid could they?'
The blond boy had descended the rest of the stairs and was fighting with Gryffindor boy. "Sectumsempra!" Draco yelled. The spell slashed through the other boys shield and sent blood flying into the air as it cut several deep gashes into the Gryffindors chest and one across his left shoulder. The Gryffindor didn't even wince, he locked eyes with the other boy and shouted "EXPELLIARMUS!" sending the blond crashing into a wall with the force of the spell. He slid down the wall into an unconscious heap. Voices and hurried foot steeps came rushing towards them.
Yay, my first multy chapter HP fanfiction!.. that I actually took the time to write out. LOL, anyway tell me what you think. It's from Tom's pov for now, I may switch to Harry later on but most likely I'll just stay with Tom. I like him better anyway. This is chapter 1 of; I have no idea how many chapters story. I probably will keep it under 15 chapters but who knows? This will be a HP/ TR story but don't expect it to get too graphic, you'll just have to imagine your own smut! (Evil laughter)Really though, you're better off coming up with your own, I'm horrible at that kind of stuff. There will be mentions of it but it's unlikely I'll go into great detail. I will finish it though! I don't do the whole abandoning thing. Most of this is already done, but I refuse to post it all at once. (more evil laughter) Nope, you have to wait a week… that or whenever I get some free time whichever comes first. *I just don't want to post more than once a day. *Anyway thanks for reading! ^_^