-1Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, not even the way this story is going to be set up now…

Author's Note: So yes, I've decided to continue. As I've got quite a few ideas as to how Harry and Tom got together, I'm finishing this story a bit like how Clue was finished. If you've seen the movie, you know what I mean. Also, most of these will be parodies of other ways they've gotten together in other fics. However, I want to focus on one parody at a time, hence the set-up.

Chapter Two

Time Travel: The Real Way to Make your Galleon Go Farther

"Where to begin," Harry mused. I glared. He laughed. "It started one day when I was… erm… inspecting Dumbledore's office. I picked up one of the numerous shiny silver things, and all of a sudden, poof, I was in the hospital wing. And I had no idea who the nurse was. She was kind enough to explain to me that I had landed back in the 1940s. My first thought, naturally, was that Voldemort would be much easier to kill in this time than in ours, as he was much more defenseless there. Turned out he was easier to get a hold of than expected…"

Back Story

"Hello," Dumbledore called across the hospital wing. Armando Dippet, the obvious second fiddle, despite being the Headmaster, skulked somewhere in the background. "As you're new here, and since young Tom Riddle is someone I trust implicitly, I'm going to allow him to show you around. Now, be sure you do nothing to change the future! See you back in 1998!" With a cheerful whistle, he breezed out of the room, taking Headmaster Dippet with him, but leaving behind a boy Harry recognized from the diary.

"It's you," Harry bit out.

"I'm sensing some underlying animosity, which makes absolutely no sense as we've just met," Tom Riddle mused. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me your life story? No? No matter, I must admit I didn't care anyway. Now hurry, you shall be staying in Slytherin with me, despite the obviously Gryffindor badge on your robes." Harry jumped off the bed, not wanting to be left alone, even though it wasn't like he would get lost on his own.

End Current Part of Back Story

"You stayed in Slytherin?" I asked curiously. He nodded.

"For quite some time. We even had to share a dorm room. It was just us, though. Despite the overcrowding in the rest of the school, Slytherins only have two to a room. For the first few months, we got along silently hating each other. But then, everything changed…"

Back Story, Part 2

Tom awoke to screams. Stumbling blindly from his bed, he made his way towards Harry, who was obviously in the grips of a very terrifying nightmare. 'Not that I care,' Tom comforted himself. 'I'm simply doing this so I can sleep, not out of any real concern.' Nodding, firm in his resolve, he shook Harry's shoulder.

It didn't work.

So he shook it again. And again. And again. Finally, out of utter frustration, he pulled out his wand, muttering an incantation to make it emit the most horrendous, annoying, down right terrifying sound known to man. That's right. Tom's wand was impersonating an alarm clock. Not that he would know that, of course, what with his fear of all things muggle.

Harry snapped awake, arm rearing back to punch, clutching the cricket bat he insisted on sleeping with. Upon realizing who it was, Harry let his fist fly, connecting soundly with Tom's jaw. Tom fell backwards, sputtering in shock.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked angrily.

"I had a nightmare," Harry said innocently.

Tom nodded, fully sympathizing with the unfortunate past he knew his roommate must have, despite the fact that Harry had never told him anything, or the fact that, from his nightmare, Harry could have just as easily been dreaming about heffelumps and woozels.

Harry, sensing the connection that had just been made, and not caring all of a sudden that this was the man that would kill his parents, leaned forwards. Their lips met in a kiss. With a flash of light, Harry disappeared, landing in a Hospital Wing where he did know the matron.

End of Back Story, Part 2

I stared. "You're telling me that you are dating the Dark Lord because of a kiss from nearly 55 years ago?"

"Well you see," Harry said patiently. "The entire time, I had been secretly pining away for him. So secretly that I didn't even realize it myself. And so had he, I could tell. So, when Madame Pomfrey finally released me, I went straight to him. Of course, I had to explain how I was really Harry Potter, not James Evans-Granger. Once he knew, he, of course, remembered everything, and was no longer insane. Apparently missing a few months of your memory can do that to you." Harry nodded sagely before standing. "Now, I'm going to find my boyfriend. Talk to Rabastian, he's always had a thing for you." He made his dramatic exit before I could retort. Good thing, too, because the only thing I could do for the next five minutes was gape like a fish.

Author's Note: Well, there's the first installment of how they got together. I've got five more planned, but feel free to offer suggestions. Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter! It was the most I've ever gotten for a single chapter!