Harry rushed down the corridor. Shit! I am going to be late, again. He tripped on one of the floor stones. Suddenly the world was spinning. "What the.... hell?!"

A bearded man stared at him. "Not quite. Might I ask what you are doing here?"said the man in a mild voice. Harry was strangely reminded of Professor Dumbledore.

A black haired boy seemed to glide out of the shadows. Harry's wand was out in a flash. Harry could barely find enough energy to growl out the words. Suddenly, Harry's feet were pulled out from under him. He fell to the floor, staring in disgust at Professor Dumbledore, who he was now glaring at him from above.

"Explain yourself, now."

Harry goggled at him.

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The kid's expression was to die for. Confused and angry. Tom loved it. It was how he felt every day. The kid glowered at him a bit more, before answering. "He killed my parents." He pointed towards Tom. "Voldemort killed them and you stop me from killing the sick fuck??! "

The kid had gone from screaming to growling in about three seconds. Tom found it quite amusing. Voldemort? Terrible name, if you ask me. Who in their right mind would want to be named *Voldemort?*.... Cute kid. Love the eyes! Tom snapped to attention. Dumbledore was saying something.

"...still no reason to attack Tom, for goodness sakes. Boy, you should be ashamed of yourself."

Maybe it's just me, but Kid doesn't look all that ashamed. Nope. Definitely not ashamed. Too bad, I am getting rather sick of the "I am Going To Kill You" look.

Tom decided to stop staring and say something, to preserve his dignity or some such nonsense. "Kid, I don't know what this Voldemort person did to your parents, but I can assure you that not only am I not him, I haven't the slightest idea who you are talking about."

Kid cocked his head. Damn he's cute. Tom felt himself being inspected from head to toe. He suddenly felt very self aware. His robes were in tatters. They were actually robes that had been loaned to him by Hogwarts. He never actually cared until now. His charismatic personality made it so that no one ever noticed the state of his wardrobe.

"Let me guess. You're name's not Tom Marvelo Riddle?" Kid sneered at him. So hateful, so young, pity.

"Yep, that's it. How'd ya know?"

Kid seemed puzzled by his cheery comment. All looks, no brains.

"You are Voldemort!!"

Tom rolled his eyes, "I thought we already established this! My... name... is... Tom... Riddle!!! You said so yourself!" Kid's definitely not all there.

Kid sputtered at him. He turned purple. Funny he reminds me of Dursley, with that peculiar pigment.

"I HATE YOU, YOU MONSTER!" Tom was through being polite. This name calling was not acceptable.

Tom stuck his tongue out. "Who's the monster you... Purple People Eater, you." Tommy-boy. You are an idiot. That's not even remotely insulting.

Kid looked confused for a moment, then started laughing hysterically. Now you've done it, Kid's laughing at you. Tom slapped his forehead.

Soft chuckling could be heard in the background. "Tom, could you please show our guest to the summer dorms? When he is properly rested, bring him to my office."

"Sure Dumbly-dore!" Tom grinned cheekily at him. Dumbledore was his favorite teacher. He was the only one in the place with a smidgen of humor. "Come along, kid! What the hell is your name, anyway?"

Kid sputtered, again. He looks cute sputtering. What the hell am I thinking! This guy attacked me, and I am ready to jump him. Oh, well no one ever accused me of being sane.

"Harry Potter." Not much personality to it.

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Who would have thought... Voldemort being awkward! Not the word that usually comes to mind. Evil; yes. Awkward; no. Definitely not do-able. Did I just think that? Harry you, sir, are losing it. Ok... Not going to ask... New subject starting now... What the hell? Voldemort was the only one ever to stay here over the summer, did the headmaster love him so much that he decided to devote an entire dormitory to him.


Harry was so lost in his head that Tom's announcement of their arrival was a complete shock.

"Where are we?"

"Hufflepuff dorms. Cool, huh? 'Cause no one else stays I always get the pick of the litter. Warm. Only house where the house colors don't try to suffocate you." The Hufflepuff Dorms were nice. The four-poster beds were covered in blue velvet comforters. A marble fireplace lit the room with a soft, romantic glow.

Harry didn't show his approval, though. He only smirked and replied, "If you think so."

Voldemort didn't seem to let this phase him. "So, which bed do ya want? The one in the corner is mine." Can't we share? Come on... its not as if we'll actually *sleep*. I did *not* just think that.

Harry, against his better judgment, chose the one farthest away from T-Voldemort. This has got to be a dream. Any minute now the dancing fish will show up asking for tacos. Damn those fish. Never have any tacos.

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Oh great, even Harry's snore is sexy. Must plan out "Operation Get in Harry's Pants. Hmm. Never actually *tried* to attract someone. Just think of it as a challenge. Step One: Err. Did I ever tell you that I can't plan worth crap? I did? Good. You think it up, I'll sleep. Completely unaware of the fault in his plan to create a plan, Harry's snores lulled Tom to sleep.

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Somewhere far away:

deer tom,
we al mis u alot. dursely picks on us. big tubb of lard. the nuns say that u aint never comeing home. y? is it that guy that keeped tuching u? we hope u get this tomee.

luv u,

nick fred n amy

Three ragged children signed the letter to their beloved protector. They gave it to Sammy, Tom's pet crow. Tom had told them when he returned from his second year that this was the only sure way to contact him. They had never attempted it before now, but something told them that they should try tonight. Tom had taught them to follow their instincts.

Suddenly a loud bang could be heard throughout the church. All the children stopped all motion, they had never been more afraid in their entire life. Nick, the boldest spoke up. "I-I think it came from the bedroom," he said in a tiny voice so unlike his own.

The children, almost against their will went to the room in which they all slept. What they saw horrified them.

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Hogwarts

Tom woke up, cold sweat had soaked his nightclothes. He knew he had a horrible dream. Deep in his heart something was missing. He couldn't figure out for the life of him what it was.

Tom glared at the clock. Stop your infernal ticking, you damned thing! Ugh! It's five o'clock in the freakin' morning. "Let me sleep!" He whined quietly.

"Caw!" I can't believe I thought that was cute. Kid has got to have the strangest snores in all of England. Sign that one up for the "Ed Sullivan Show".

"Caw, CAW!" Tom threw a pillow at Harry.

"Go away, I don't have any tacos!" Tacos? He's dreaming about tacos? Weird boy, there. Something pecked at Tom's arm. "Sammy?!"

The raven nodded, blue black feathers glistening purple in the firelight. Oh! It would have been such a good show, too.

Careful to be quiet he said, "What are ya doin' here, boy? Did they finally learn how to write? Huh? Little hooligans." Tom shook his head fondly. The three "hooligans" were his only family, the only things he truly loved.

Tom carefully unrolled the tiny piece of notebook paper that Sammy gave him. What are they teaching them these days? I bet that there is not one correctly spelled word here! He chuckled affectionately at Nick's favorite phrase "big tubb of lard". The seven year old had obviously written the letter. "is it that guy that keeped tuching u?"

He frowned. They noticed that? Imagine my reply, "Yes, children, I left because I was afraid if I didn't my virginity would be taken, forcibly..." Yes that would go over well... Amy would probably ask what virginity is. Shit, I miss them.

He began to formulate his actual reply. Hmm.

Dear Fred, Amy, and Nick,
I miss you guys, too. Amy, 'guys' is just a figure of speech.
I know you aren't a guy. Tell Dursley that I can turn him into a
toad from here, 'kay? I love you three very much. I left because
I had to. No, Fred, I won't tell you why, silly. Give the nuns a hug for
me.

Love you guys,

Tommy-Boy.

Tom shook his head at his pathetic attempt to write a letter. Oh, well. They understand.

He tied up his letter and gave it to Sammy. Sammy squawked at him, but made no attempt to fly out the window. What? Is there some sort of raven rule against flying at five thirty in the morn? Hmm. Think Tom, think. Performed the spell properly.. What's wrong with him? Tom laid in bed for the next hour, formulating numerous theories on what was wrong with Sammy.

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Replys to First Chapter Reviews:

Acorn: Ahh. My most faithful reviewer! Like the revamp? I revamped it to the best of my ability, it still stinks, just not as much.

dreamstar: Ok... Think you can wait tilll Saturday?

Lothlorien: I am glad you liked it. Do you have any suggestions on the beginning? I don't like it either.

Hippy Flower=Voldie's kid: I'll try.

na: there is... hehehe!