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Tom sighed as he finished his Potions assignment. The past half year had gone by rather smoothly. He'd finally managed to purchase some important Parselscript tomes from Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley. Inside, he was lucky enough to find a passage about the Chamber of Secrets. It resided deep below the school and he was able to find an entrance.
The first entrance had to be accessed from deep within the Forbidden Forest. Luckily, his Prefect's duties gave him an excuse to be out. Sneaking from the castle wasn't so hard either.
The entrance had been easy to find thanks to the Parseltongue password. He ended up following a long, sloping tunnel deep under the earth. A wall slid open with another phrase and he found himself standing in what looked to be a long pipe.
The following hours were amazing. He discovered the chamber and the entrance that was inside the school. He learned of the Basilisk, but did not call upon her yet. He simply studied everything he saw and made plans to return.
When he returned, he studied up on everything he could find in the small study that had belonged to the Slytherin family. Slytherin wanted separation from the muggles. He wanted to eradicate all those who wanted to be friends with muggles! Most of his plans were things that Tom personally agreed with and the teen found himself befriending the large, ancient serpent and sending her off to handle the fools who thought otherwise.
By Christmas, nine students had been petrified. In all honesty, Tom did not feel bad for sending a large snake to kill children. He probably should and even felt a pang of worry about thinking of Harry in their place, but he disregarded his feelings. Harry wasn't there. He wasn't even real. So Tom didn't have to worry about falling out of favor with an imaginary boy.
Tom did not hate muggleborns. It wasn't his fault that all those who spoke highly of joining the muggles, were all muggleborns. Perhaps they should make better choices, then they wouldn't be targets.
Tom's night was peaceful. He simply lounged around the fireplace in the Common Room and read a nice book on Parselmagic. Something he had found in Slytherin's personal library.
Not too long later, Tom fell asleep.
***Tom was once again greeted with the sight of the muggle house. He was going to see Harry.
The cupboard door was opened easily and he found Harry leaning against the wall, holding a bleeding arm on his lap. The boy looked up at him and sighed. "Tom."
He sounded different. Older. Much, much older than last time.
"What happened?" Tom asked, kneeling in front of the boy and gingerly taking the injured arm in hand.
Harry sighed. "I was out weeding the garden today when Dudley and his little gang decided to mess with me. They thought up a new game a while back and they call it Harry Hunting. They just chase me and when they catch me, they beat me up."
Harry's odd speech pattern was gone. He seemed so much more mature.
"I don't like playing Harry Hunting and I ran away, but they chased me. I ran into an alley and jumped over a small rubbish bin that was in my way and suddenly, I was standing on top of my school. I couldn't get down because there was no door. Seriously, why have a roof with no way to get off it?"
He was pouting and he rolled his eyes. Muggles were a bit touched in their heads. No door indeed. And the fact that Harry Apparated was amazing.
"I had to climb down, or else people would call the fire services and if my uncle found out, I'd be in more trouble. I was halfway down the side of the building, when I tripped and fell. I landed on my arm and Aunt Petunia won't let me wash it or splint it. She said that I deserved it."
Tom huffed and ran his wand along the injured arm, casting a nonverbal diagnostic on it. He'd done as he planned and learned more about healing. There were a lot of Parselmagic spells for healing and he managed to learn them all.
"This will hurt, but I need you to be patient with me, okay Harry?"
"Okay," came the soft reply.
Tom put up a silencing charm and then cast a very long Parselmagic spell on the arm. Harry let out a pained hiss of air, but remained otherwise silent as his arm glowed green under Tom's wand. The entire limb straightened instantly, making a loud rack ring through the air. To his credit, Harry did not scream. More like grunted and slammed his head against the wall. But he did not scream.
Tom hissed a few expletives, but nodded to himself, proud that he managed to fix the immediate damage. Now came the rest.
"Aunt Petunia washed Dudley's mouth out with soap when he said those words."
Tom froze and looked up to Harry in confusion. "What?"
"You said some bad words."
How did he know that? Tom has spoken in Parseltongue. Tom was a Parselmouth and only another Parselmouth would be able to understand him.
§Harry, do you understand me?§
The boy gave him a curious look. §Tom, I speak English too, you know.§ Snarky little boy.
§Harry, I'm not speaking English. I'm speaking the Serpent's Tongue. Parseltongue.§
§Snakes have a language?§
§Yes. It's magic.§
Harry's eyes got wide. §I've been able to do more with my magic, Tom! Every time my aunt cuts my hair, I can make it grow back instantly. I made Dudley trip down the stairs just by thinking about it! Sometimes I can make things float if I concentrate hard enough.§
Tom, though still trying to wrap his head around the information that Harry was speaking Parseltongue, was able to register the boy's words. His magic wasn't so accidental anymore, it seemed. To be able to do so much without a wand to channel his magic, Tom wondered what would happen when the boy finally got his wand.
That reminded him.
§Harry, how old are you now?§
The boy grinned. §I just turned eight.§
Eight. So he would have about two and a half to three years before Hogwarts.
§When is your birthday?§
He shrugged, §July thirty-first.§
Tom sat back and crossed his legs in order to get more comfortable. §I'm going to tell you about Hogwarts now.§
Tom spent the next however many hours telling Harry about magic and all that he knew about the first year curriculum. He talked about broomsticks that could fly and sports played in the air. He told Harry about the various magical creatures. About the Hogwarts Houses.
Harry was so excited, Tom was barely able to get him to lie down.
§How do the muggles treat you, Harry?§
The boy had to stop and think. §Uh… I cook all the meals. I clean the house. I plant, weed, water, and harvest the garden. I've painted the house once already. I do the laundry. Sometimes I get food if I finish my chores. I've gotten more food lately because I've been using my magic to clean for me. Dudley hasn't been able to catch me in a while, so I'm fine there. They still call me a 'freak' and have the entire neighborhood - except my minder - under the impression that I'm a juvenile delinquent.§
Tom wanted to throw a fit, but he couldn't set an example like that for Harry.
He reached forward and ruffled Harry's hair. He had intended to say something reassuring, but his hand sparked against something. He leaned in, running his fingers over Harry's forehead in wonder.
§You see my scar?§ the boy asked, pulling his fringe away to show a bolt shaped scar. More like a Rune. Sowilo. It was supposed to mean 'sun' in old mythology. Ancient poems about the Sun Rune had stated that it was to represent a shield. Like a protection. A guide through darkness. When Tom ran his finger over it, he could feel dark magic within. Dark magic that pulsed under his own searching magic. It was familiar in a sense. He'd have to think more on it later.
§Where did you get it?§
§My parents died in a car crash because they were driving drunk. I somehow survived the crash and all I have to show for it is the scar.§
Tom had a hard time believing that. Where had the dark magic come from then? Unless it was supposed to be a manifestation of Tom? All evil and dark hidden behind a beautiful facade. Yes, he knew that he was attractive and he used it to his advantage many times.
Tom lightly sung Harry a magic song he'd heard on Samhain. The boy was older, true, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the music. And it was meant to lull people to sleep because of the magic filled words.
Did you hear the old man say,
He'd walk alone this night?
Where werewolves creep
And vampires scream,
Who love to cause a fright?
When darkness falls,
And danger calls,
And people hide away.
From the howling,
And the shouting,
And the voices hidden from day.
Where phantoms and ghosts reside,
And visit loved ones dear,
The Veil is lighter,
The moon shines brighter,
Upon this time of year.
Alas we celebrate this time,
Let not your heart lament,
For those since long past watch o'er us,
And they feel no discontent.
Yes let our hearts rejoice,
Hold your loved ones near,
For only one night shall this be yours,
And only for once each year.
Harry was asleep soundly, and Tom patted the boy's head. He renewed the charms and Runes and closed the door. Once again, the three upstairs would suffer. And he knew some fancy Parselmagic now.***
Harry grinned to himself as his 'family' screamed in horror. Whatever Tom had done, they couldn't eat any food without it burning their tongues. Nothing they drank relieved the pain. And whenever they looked in a mirror, they saw something horrible apparently.
Yes, the screaming was music to his ears.
A/N: Another one is done! Harry is a dark little fucker, isn't he? I wrote the poem about Samhain. It was a spur of the moment thing and I'm not too sure it makes sense to other people.
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