I do not own anything from the world of Harry Potter. Only the story idea/plot
Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Strutting down the walk came a cloaked figure. The way the robes swayed one could not tell if it was a man or woman. The hood reached higher in the air than on the average human, causing those who risked a glance at this fast paced being to wonder.
"Alohomora" came a whisper from within the folds soon followed by "Orchideous." As flowers appeared, in a suddenly revealed hand, a door opened.
"Hello. Darling. Where are you?" The hood fell over stubborn shoulders to reveal a noble face and piercing dark eyes, searching his surroundings for a sign of recent life. He walked around the staircase and poked his head in a few rooms, seeing nothing he doubled back to the stairs and ascended them.
"Bella! Sweetie, where are you?" His voice rang though out the house. Finally it was met with an answer.
"Here Honey! I was just finishing getting ready." She walked over to the lean bodied man and kissed him. "Are those for me?"
"No. They are for my other girlfriend." A sly smile washed upon his face. After a smack on the shoulder he handed the flowers over to the black haired woman before him and they continued their playful banter as they went downstairs.
"Our reservations are at 8 and its already 7:30. We should hurry." He slipped a coat around Bella's shoulders and allowed her to loop her arm in his.
"Alright. Apparate us there." Bella adjusated her hat and quickly checked the mirror to make sure her make-up still disguised her appearance.
He smiled as she did this quickly checked his short, combed black hair. Once finished, with a pop, they found themselves standing in front of Regal's, an upper class wizarding restaurant. He lead her forward a few steps then opened the door for his date. Bella smiled and thanked him for his act then stepped aside so he could talk to the host.
"Hello. I have reservations at 8 o' clock." He said in a tone of subtle kindness, not often heard from him in public.
"Yes, sir. What is the name?" The host asked.
"Tom. Tom Riddle." A cunning smile slipped on the man's face.
"Here you are. Right this way sir and madam."
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A 16 year-old Harry Potter walked down a rocky path to a bridge he often liked to sit on a think. It had been less than two weeks since his sixth year at Hogwarts had ended. All he had been able to think about was Dumbledore's death. Well that and what had happened with Ginny. When she was holding him, he was so caught up in the moment of everything that happened. He didn't know how to tell Ginny he thought she was someone else. He didn't know how to tell her that after they kissed, he knew it wasn't what he wanted. She seemed so perfect in every way and he didn't know how to tell her she wasn't. Not only was he scared to hurt her, he fear the wrath of his best friend.
He rubbed his forehead where his sore scar tinged. It had been doing that so much lately that he was used to it. He sat until dark before he decided he should go back to the Dursleys'. Harry walked past some other teenagers on his way back and wished more than anything he had the normal life they did. He wanted just for one day to be a normal British teen that didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Walking into the house he saw Vernon and Petunia watching the news. Dudley still wasn't home. Harry knew he wouldn't be for at least a few more hours. The older Dursleys glanced at Harry as he entered. Vernon scoffed and Petunia made a face of disgust. Harry said nothing and walked up the stairs to his room. He decided it was time to read the letter he had received from Ginny the day before. When it came he wasn't sure he was ready to see what she had to say. Now he realized that he may never be ready, but had to read it. He was a Gryffindor after all.
Dear Harry,
I know everyone expects us to be together. Especially after how big of a crush I had on you. Yes, had. After we kissed last year I'm not sure what it was but it just didn't feel right. I've tried telling myself that it was and I just need to think about it differently. But no matter how much I try to convince myself, I know you can't talk yourself into love. I'm sorry Harry. I can only hope that you feel the same way or at least respect my feelings enough to accept this. I'm don't mean to hurt you but I had to tell you this before you came to stay with us at the Burrow this summer. With everything that will be happening I just don't think we will have time to talk. Sure it may still be awkward, but this way I think it won't be so bad. Please answer me as soon as you can. If you need time to think I understand.
Another reason I am writing you is to tell you that we are working on a way to get you here, which you probably got out of the first part of this letter. Moody is head of the project. He wouldn't even let me send you an owl. That's why this will have been sent to you in muggle mail. Hermione is helping me figure out how to do that. She said it takes a couple days so maybe we will have something worked out by the time you receive this.
I hope to see you soon.
Forever your friend,
Ginny Weasley
Harry couldn't believe it. He just read everything he had been feeling. Ginny felt exactly the same way. Not only that, but he might be going to the Burrow soon. And it sounded like Hermione was already there so he would be with his best friends. Harry quickly began writing a reply when he realized he had no stamps to send his letter with. He thought maybe he could find another way to send it so he finished writing. He couldn't help but smile now that he knew everything would be okay with Ginny. He changed out of his clothes into some pajamas Hermione had gotten him last year for Christmas. Lying in his bed, he thought about seeing his friends and for the first time that summer, he did not have a nightmare.
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Okay. This is my first story. What did you think? And in case you didn't catch it, I am playing with the idea that only Harry and friends know Voldemort's real name is "Tom Riddle"