The Most Dangerous Teddy Bear
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Tom Riddle or Voldemort or Harry Potter. If I did, well... a little something like this would happen.
This story was inspired by my Voldemort stuffed toy!
A/N: So this is my second try at FanFiction. I apologize to all the people who read and reviewed my last story but my muse went POOF. Hopefully, my muse will stay with me longer with this one. I'll probably have more motivation since this is my OTP. I rated it M for swearing and all that jazz. At the moment, there's not that much contact between Harry and Tom, well, sexually that is but they will eventually. Yes male on male contact in later chapters so if you just stumbled upon this and are a homophobe or don't like this pairing, I'd appreciate if you just moved on peacefully. I think that's all so... GERONIMO!
"Normal speech"
'Thoughts'
"Parsletongue"
The short, round man at the front of the classroom was peering down at a list of names on the board. The floorboards creaked as Slughorn shifted his weight to reach for his wand on his desk. With a flick of his wand, a tiny piece of white chalk began to write out names of the students before him. He was writing out partners that were to be paired up.
Tom restrained himself from grunting with dismay after reading his name being paired up with a Hufflepuff girl he knew to be obnoxiously loud. Instead, he kept his back straight and winked at his new potions partner matched with his trademark grin. Of course, she gave the expected reaction; blushing and attempted to send him a charming smile back. Unfortunately for her, Tom held absolutely no interest towards her and pretended that he didn't see the girl. Disappointed, he picked up his things and moved towards his new partner knowing that it would be a long day.
"Hi Tom," Lydia Smith looked up from her seat beaming up at the brunette boy. Tucking her flat, shiny, and neat hair behind her ear, she crossed her right leg over her left and gently kicked Tom's chair. It was a gesture for him to take a seat though it was obvious that he was going to anyway.
"Hello Lydia," Tom held his smile and sat down swiftly beside the girl using all his willpower to not look strained. His robes swished out of his way as he shifted his shoulders to point at Lydia. It was important that his body language seemed like he was interested in her as well.
The professor coughed at the front of the room to gain attention from the students. Without saying a word, he pointed at the board with his wand. The names were replaced with instructions for a potion. The potion apparently granted wishes that the brewer deserved. As the class rustled about to start up, Slughorn rambled on about some story that wasn't nearly as interesting as the professor thought it to be. While one ear was being talked off by the man with the walrus moustache, Tom's right ear was about to fall off by Lydia's chatter. Occasionally, Tom slipped in an "uh huh" or "Oh really?" or better yet, "That's lovely, Lydia". The idiot girl truly did believe that the handsome Slytherin was actually listening to her petty little story. The potion that they were to do was simple and Tom could have done it in his sleep but it was far more interesting than whatever Lydia or Slughorn were going on about.
As he was stuffing ingredients into the cauldron like he had the instructions engraved in his memory, something off in the corner of the desk caught the prefect's eye. Lydia had left to go to the loo so he was sitting at their table by himself. Thank Merlin. It was a four leafed clover. It was the next item he was to put in next and the last. The ingredient was meant to put luck into the wish of the person who brewed the potion. Staring at it, he twirled the clover between his fingers. He had heard of the silly myths of this silly leaf. Luck and leprechauns were foolishness in Tom's eyes. He hadn't cared enough to look into it to see if the plant truly did hold such power.
Smirking, he twirled the clover a third time before placing it in the cauldron. 'Finished'. Out of humour, he whispered low enough for only him to hear, "Alright potion. What sort of wish do I deserve?" Feeling like an idiot, Tom shut up. However, at the back of his mind, he really did have a wish. He wanted to meet his equal, someone who didn't giggle at every single word that he spoke. Glancing towards the door, Tom made sure that Lydia was still gone. The partners were meant to make a wish together and share it between each other. Obviously Tom was thinking otherwise. Deciding that he might as well give it a try, he stirred the potion and said in a monotone voice, "An equal. I wish for an equal." With that, he took a tiny sip of the potion with a spoon that was by this hand.
Why Tom bothered wishing for that, he didn't know why. He wasn't even sure what he would say or how he would react towards his "equal". A part of him wanted to destroy every living particle in his "equal's" body. The last thing he needed was another Dark Lord that was on the rise as well. The competition would waste his time. Then again, another part of Tom wanted to have a conversation with said equal. It would be the first time someone would be able to keep up with him. The only person Tom had met that was as intelligent (or more so but Tom would never admit to that) was Dumbledore. Tom almost shivered at the thought of that. He hoped that Dumbledore wasn't his equal. That would be such a disappointment. But what if his wish didn't come true? The potion was only meant to grant wishes that the brewer deserved. He had killed his father. Did he really deserve to meet someone that would be considered his equal? Shaking the thought off, Tom growled at himself inwardly. 'Of course I deserve this,' he almost rolled his eyes at himself, 'This is silly.'
Right then, the bell rang. Lydia had returned as well. Before she could even say a word to him, Tom grabbed his books and rushed out the door to his bedroom leaving her to bottle up the potion herself. Goodness was he ever glad that he had a room to himself because he was a prefect. For some reason, he was feeling especially tired that afternoon. Shutting the door behind him and dropping his school bag by his bed, Tom decided to take a nap. Yawning and too tired to change, he lay down on the bed in his uniform, and fell into a deep sleep.
About an hour later, he woke up feeling very groggy and stiff for some odd reason. His eyes were wide open and he couldn't move. 'What?' He couldn't even blink. What was happing to him? A door slammed shut and it veered his attention from himself. The next thing he knew, Tom Riddle was staring into the innocent and defeat emerald eyes of a little boy.
Alright. I have a few notes. (I promise my author's note won't be this long every chapter)
My posts will be a bit sporadic depending on my muse and how much time I have. I have school, homework, volleyball, and other things I need to tend to some days. That said, I also have huge amounts of spare time on other days. SO. My posts will have no pattern what so ever. Hell, my next post might be today or even tomorrow... or next month. Not even I know. I hope it's not next month 'cause that would be bad.
Also. I need a beta. That would be cool. Spellcheck can only do so much. Sometimes, it even screws things up. Like one time I typed in "Slytherin" and the autocorrect thing changed it to "slithering".
No, Harry will not be a little boy this entire story, only for the first bit. It just makes more sense since Tom's a teddy now that Harry would be a little boy. Don't worry, when the "action" actually happens, Harry will be at most one year younger than Tom.
At the moment, Tom is a seventh year, in case you were wondering.
R & R please! Oh and no flames, thanks.
