Author's Note:

Chapter two! I doubt that anyone was seriously upset at having to wait a couple of days for the update, I was intending to put this up yesterday but I didn't get it finished.

Harry had been under the impression that the room would be filled with dark objects, but upon looking around he saw that all the room contained aside from the furniture was two piles of books and not one of these books was to do with the dark arts. He saw the corner of a small black book peeping out from under Tom's pillow, it was an easy enough guess that this book was his diary, although tempted to look at it further he knew that it probably had enchantments on it to stop people from reading it and besides he didn't fancy his chances if Tom were to return whilst he was trying to doing so.

Instead he decided to inspect the book which Tom had been holding when Harry had arrived, he bent down to pick it up but as he did so he heard footsteps outside and quickly straightened back up taking a step back from the book and fixed his gaze to the window.

Tom headed back to his room; he didn't share with any other people in his house due to his status as Head Boy. He knew that he was deserving of this post but couldn't keep himself from thinking that Professor Dippet had also been keen for an excuse to keep Tom away from the other students. He didn't know why that would be the case, no one knew about any of the things that he'd done, although perhaps Professor Slughorn had told the headmaster about the time that he'd asked the potions master about Horcruxes.

He removed the locking charm and entered his room, Harry was standing were he'd left him in the center of the room and was staring out of the window, he turned to face Tom, "Where did you go?" he asked accusingly.

"I just went for a walk, I haven't been gone for too long now, have I?" He smiled at the obvious frustration on Harry's face. "You should relax; I'm not going to hurt you. Where are you from?" He thought that perhaps if he were to catch Harry off guard with his questions he might get a truthful answer.

"I, um…" Harry wasn't sure how to reply to this question, he didn't really want let him know that he was from the future, but he also knew that he wasn't very good at lieing. "It's kind of hard to explain.

"I can wait," he was so calm and collected, even when he was just a student his presence seemed so powerful, if not in a more subtle way, "you just let me know once you've got it figured out."

Harry was looking at him but not directly into his eyes, it was like he was afraid to, others would look into them an then look away in fear but he seemed to be incapable of doing so, as though he already knew what he would see.

"What should I do until then?" He now seemed so nervous, it wasn't the previous apprehension that was expected when faced with unfamiliar surroundings; this kind of nerves was the feeling of not being in control.

"You can stay here, I'm not about to let you go wandering about the place," He wasn't going to tell anyone about this strange boy in his room until he knew exactly what was going on. "You don't seem to have brought anything with you so I'm assuming that you're wandless, even so I don't trust you to be alone for too long so I'll be checking in on you at break and lunch time, I'll bring food and drink with me."

Harry was incredibly annoyed at the ease with which Tom was ordering him about, "I don't want you leaving the room unless you need to use the toilet, which by the way is next door on the right and don't be seen." It didn't seem fair that he was to be stuck inside the small room by himself all day with nothing to do, he could try to escape but without his wand or invisibility cloak it would be a very short-lived attempt.

"You can read some of my books if you like but only the ones on the left, the others have got wards on them so be careful not to touch them." Harry perked up, at least he could keep himself occupied while Tom was gone, he looked over to the books even though they were just regular school books it was still something to do and a little extra studying couldn't hurt. He smirked at the thought of Snape's face if he were to actually know the answer to one of his questions for once.

That was, if he could figure out a way to get back to his time, he could be stuck here for quite some time and he might not find a way home at all. Harry had never in all of his life wished so much to be in that dungeon room with the potions master, even if he was giving him a week's worth of detentions for something that he hadn't even done. He'd give anything to be scrubbing away at the various kinds of slime that would collect on the stone floors of the classroom; it had to be better than being at the mercy of Lord Voldemort himself.

Harry sighed as Tom left the room, wishing that this was all some kind of twisted nightmare and that he would wake up in his warm and comfortable bed any minute now to the sound Ron muttering to himself about how Hermione was always so bossy.

"I have to go to classes, this place better not be a mess when I come back." Tom shut the door behind him placing a more complex locking charm on it this time; better safe than sorry. He headed to transfiguration, he didn't figure that he'd be paying much attention to Professor Dumbledore though, not that it mattered he was already ahead of the class and besides he had much more important things to worry about, such as how he was going to get Harry to talk.

Author's Note:

I hope you like it so far, if you have any suggestions on how I should proceed feel free to let me know :)