My Supposed Previous Life
By Angelis-Sensei
Dear GOD I wish that you guys would review... or is it that you don't like the fact that I only have one small chapter up? Or do you just want to ignore me like that? How nice of you... I'm writing this because I FEEL like it.. not because I HAVE to.
Anyway.. on to clarify a few things...
This is set DURING 'Harry's' 6th year... but before.. Snape betrays Dumbledore... like the night before.. the damn headmaster does something that erases all of the charms and shit that was covering 'Harry's' true self.
Chapter 1:
It was annoying to see the proof of so many lies built up, but none of them being clarified.
Our dear Harry Potter, the supposed Golden Boy, saviour of the world, was in reality his own enemy. How the hell did that turn out! Harry was asking himself this same question as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Was it just some sort of hex? Or was it really him? He looked exactly like Tom had, when he saw him in Dumbledore's pensive.
He had long, black hair, that reached to down to his lower back, and his eyes were the crimson red colour he always saw. He was much taller, but then again, this was without the starvation and malnourishment that he had suffered at the Dursley's hands. Harry-- or should I dare say Tom Riddle-- had higher cheekbones that he did before, making him look much more aristocratic. But, unlike the current Dark Lord, Voldemort, he didn't look like a snake, thank Merlin. Perhaps that came from being without a body for so long? Or was Tom just hiding himself under a glamour?
It was too confusing at the moment for the young man, and he stomped out of the room. There sat, right outside his small room in the medic ward, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. They immediately stopped talking and faced the other who just walked in.
"Har… err," for once, Dumbledore was at loss for words, and merely smiled, the twinkle in his eyes a little faded. "Well, I suspect that you have something you wish to ask me?"
"That's an understatement, Sir," he hissed. He hated to admit that he was much more snake-like than he had wished, but there was no avoiding that now. He wanted to yell out, accuse the Headmaster of everything wrong in his life, but he couldn't, not quite yet. He needed some answers first...
"I see. Well, please take a seat, Minerva, could you excuse us for a while?" Albus smiled at his colleague.
As soon as she left, the younger man sat across from the elder, and scowled. "Why did you hide this from me? Or - why did you -- Whatever you did! Why did you do it!" He was fuming, and he wanted answers. He was his own damn enemy! How can you explain that?
"Well, before we start anything, what would you prefer me to call you?"
He thought about this for a while. He never wanted to be famous... he never wanted to be The Boy-Who-Lived. "I would like to be called Tom if you would."
The old coot looked a bit shocked, to say the least. He was truly at a loss for words for a while, but quickly recovered. "So be it - Tom, I don't expect you to forgive me for keeping all of this a secret, I had to do it. I couldn't believe that you stayed covered for so long, I thought for sure as soon as you were introduced back to magic, that you'd change back into this form."
"So, professor, tell me how I became separate from myself?"
"Ah, that is actually fairly easy to explain. You see, I travelled back in time, from when I first saw you, and made a duplicate of you, so that you could grow up in two different times. That's why you were such a threat to yourself, and that Voldemort wanted to kill you. But being the same person, he could not kill himself with the curse that he used. The scar was fake, essentially. A part of the disguise, if you would. So, the prophesy was made, and then you were 'born'. I made everyone believe that you were the Potters'. I made you look like James, as well. No one else knew about this - until now, except for myself."
"I guess that makes sense," Tom nodded, and then sighed. "I do hope to get some new robes, and perhaps transferred into Slytherin? I'd hate to... be looked upon differently. Even though no one knows who I've become, besides the teachers - and yourself."
"I shall grant the first, but let's see how you fair in Gryffindor. If you are treated any different, worse that is, than you were before, then I will transfer you. I hope you understand."
Tom nodded. "What about my name? I prefer being called Tom Marvolo Riddle, compared to the great Harry James Potter."
"It will all be arranged by tomorrow, for now, I'd like you to go back to Gryffindor Common Room, and continue on as best as you can." Dumbledore smiled again, the twinkle in his eyes back.
Sighing, Tom stood, and stalked off to the gold and red filled common room of the bloody Gryffindors.
TBC
SO! how did you like it? Good enough? There'll be the new developments in the next chapter.. I'm getting these out as fast as I can... so please review.