On to chapter three enjoy. I've decided from now on each chapter gets a theme song and this one is Painting Flowers by All Time Low.

Title: Saving Lives is Never Easy

Disclaimer: Me no own (anyone can understand that), nor do I own All Time Low and their song Painting Flowers from the Almost Alice CD

Warnings: Slash, time travel, takes place during Tom's sixth year but Harry is a seventh year taking sixth year classes... again as in post hbp but to be the same age as tom when he goes back it'll make sense... I hope

Pairings: Tom/Harry

Rating: T

Summary: Harry get's mysteriously pushed to go back into time to 1943 by Dumbledore and while he's there he will stop at nothing to keep Tom Riddle from being evil. But is it going to be as easy as he thinks? He might fall in love along the way.

I'd like to thank you people that read this. Particularly Amti for reviewing.

Harry's POV:

Tom and I walk into the dining room together. There are several small tables one is completely empty. It looks like the tables go by age because Vera is sitting with all her little friends. "Tom, how are the tables arranged?" I ask.

"Age." He says, but then adds "For the most part. The empty table is for the 16-17 age group, but they normally stay away when I'm here. It's actually arranged the the little kids are closer to be because I pay no attention to them."

"Doesn't it make you sad that they shun you like that?" His face falls for a moment before he replies in a freezing tone, "No. I like being alone it's a good way to catch up on my reading."

"So does that mean you don't want to sit together?" I ask hesitantly because if he says yes my plans to change the future is already going down hill.

"You can sit with me if you wish. I prefer solitude, but you've proven to be a decent conversationalist." So in Tom terms it means I'm not that much of a moron, so I'm allowed to sit with him. Well, better than not sit with him at all.

"Harry." I swear this girl loves to tackle hug. "Will you come sit with me and my friends?"

"Vera, I think I'm going to eat with my friend Tom." I'd invite her to sit with us, but I'm not sure Tom would enjoy having her there.

Tom's POV:

Friends are we? Well, he certainly makes friends easily considering we met less than six hours ago four of which was spent playing with the blond's little friends. I would consider us to be acquaintances at most, regardless of how interesting he is. However this is the perfect opportunity to be nice to the little girl for information. "Your welcome to come sit with us if you wish. I mean Harry has already met all of your friends, so why don't we get to know each other better?"

She looks up at me with big shiny eyes "You mean, I get to sit at the big kids table?" I see Harrison looking at me slightly puzzled. I think he is fairly certain I don't like children -which is true- but my desire for knowledge is too strong to ignore.

Harrison, breaking out of his confusion, says "That right princess," he sweeps her up into his arms "Your coming to the big kid table." Some of the older girls are staring at him and whispering to each other about how adorable and strong he is. It makes something burn in side me, probably my annoyance at their idiocy.

Harry's POV:

There is something fishy going on here Tom Riddle AKA future Lord Voldemort is willingly kind to children. To be frank, I'm scared because I don't know how to handle this side of him. He must have an ulterior motive, but what on earth could he want from an innocent seven year old?

"So, tell me about yourself." Tom asks Vera once we sit down.

"Well my full name is Vera Marie Garren. I'm seven and a half years old. I'm a pure blood witch and Harry is a half blood his mom was a pure blood and his dad was the son of two muggle borns. Harry said it was okay to tell you because you a wizard. My parents were killed by Nazi for openly opposing the government. Harry tells me that I should stop saying it with so little care, but now it doesn't seem as real unless I think about it too much. Umm my favorite color is purple, but Harry's is green. My lucky number is twelve and Harry's is five. My favorite animal a dolphin, but Harry like birds. My favorite subject is charms, but Harry like defense, but transfiguration is a close second." She is a motor mouth she is spewing every fact she knows about us out.

Tom's POV:

This is working out better than I hopped. Within that entire bundle of endless and incessant chatter I found out a bunch of useless facts as well as some key ones to determining Harrison's character. I'm quite pleased with how my plan worked out.

After dinner, Harrison goes up to one of the matrons and she nods at the question he asks. I wonder what could have been so important to bother the matron. He comes back to the table and tells the little girl "Come on, let's get you all nice and tucked into to bed."

He disappears into the seven year old's room. I sigh and walk back to our room. His bag is just lying there on his bed partially open. I walk over to it attempting to glimpse inside with out making it seem to obvious.

Harry's POV:

"Harry I think you're friend Tom is really nice!" Vera says smiling. "I think we're all going to be good friends." Ah innocent children, she must not of seen the look of pure annoyance on his face. I do, however, give him credit for trying to be nice to her it must have taken a lot of energy for him to do so.

"I'm sure we will be the best of friends." I did not know for sure hell if I even see him hinting at becoming an evil mad power hungry dark lord I may have to kill him, here in this time, so history doesn't repeat it's self.

"Okay princess," I say as I lift her in her bed and tuck her in nicely. "I asked the matron and she said it was okay if you had a nightmare to come in to my room and sleep with me."

"Kay Harry. Can you sing for me?" She asks all cute and stuff. She knows I always do.

"Sure princess." I, Harry Potter, suck at singing, but apparently Sean is very good so here it goes, "Twinkle, little star how I wonder-"

"No not that boring one again sing me something better." She demands. She adds "Please?"

"Oh alright." I start with something off the top of my head. "When I wake up, the dream isn't done. I wanna see your face to know I made it home. If nothing is true, what more can I do I am still painting flowers for you, I am still painting flowers for you."

"Wow Harry I've never herd you sing that before, actually I've never herd anything like it before." Ah shit, I forgot that song didn't come out in this time period.

"Well I made it up based on the..." Wait a second, she actually like Alice in Wonerland, "Book you like with the card painting the roses red."

"Really Harry?" I nod hesitantly. "Oh thank you so much. I love you Harry." I sigh in relief because she bought it.

"Love you too. Night, princess." I reply with a smile.

I walk down the corridor to my room and find Tom looking over my bag. "What are you doing?" I ask with a cold chill in my voice.

Tom's POV:

Time for that great lie I came up with. "Well your bag had fallen off the bed and I picked it up. It was open so I figured I should close it."

"It took you fifteen minutes to pick up and close a bag?" He's good.

"Well at first I didn't notice it because I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and did my nightly ritual. And then you bag was just lying there and I like things neat." I had to make my comeback sound defensive because then it will be like justifying my reasoning and hopefully make him believe me.

"I'll guess I just have to take your word for it." He still looked a bit suspicious, but he seemed wary of calling my out on it. Another clue to add in the mystery known as Sean Harrison.

He does, however, say "Good night, Tom." Once he finished changing.

"Good night, Harrison."

I wake up to someone screaming.

Harry's POV:

I'm in a half state of sleep when Vera comes to me. "Brother, I had a bad nightmare about when the others were killed." By others she meant the people that died the night we got away.

I hug her close "It's okay princess. You're safe her with me." I tell her, hoping it comforts her slightly. "Go back to sleep." she curls up close to me and we fall back to sleep.

I wake up panting. The nightmare this time was worse than ever I have my parents, Sean's parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, and all the people who were at the orphanage blaming me, saying that their death was my fault. I look down beside me and luckily Vera is still sleeping. I hug her close feeling protective of her even though I can't even protect myself. "Are you alright?" A soft voice asks.

"Tom?" I question. "Yes, I did not know you suffered from frequent nightmares." He replies.

"Well I do. If that is going to be a prob-" He cut me off. "It's fine do you wish to speak about it?"

"Not really." We sit in silence for a few minutes before I speak again. "I just feel like everyone that has died around me, is pointing their fingers and laming me for it. For not helping them."

Tom is silent for a moment. "I'm sure they all loved you dearly, they wouldn't blame you or want you to blame yourself," and I knew he was right even if I didn't want to admit it. unlike me people genuinely cared about you. If it was me they'd blame me themselves and want me to blame myself. No one really cares weather I live or die." When did this turn in to a Tom pity party?

"I care." And for whatever reason it was the truth because maybe opening up like this is what he needs to get him off the path to becoming Voldemort. "And Vera cares too. Just before I tucked her in she said something like I hope we all be friends. She'd be really sad if something happened to you."

Tom's POV

I don't know how to feel. There is someone who, for whatever reason, actually cares about me. I'll give it a week tops before he changes his mind and finds out how twisted I am and that being friends with me won't get him any other friends here. Like that time when I six and it looked like a boy was almost going to be my friend, but it turned out to be a dare from the other boys to be my friend. Since then I've decided friends are pointless and that muggles are awful because wizard, at least, respect my power rather than fear it. "Thank you Harrison. Good night again, or rather good morning."

He chuckles and says "Good night Tom."

In the morning there was a knock on the door. A matron walked in and said "Mr. Harrison there is someone here to see you."

"Who is it?" Harrison asked looking confused. The little girl stirred. "There is someone her to see you Harry?" She asked blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

A man walked in with a grey and auburn stripped beard with matching hair. "Hello, Mr. Harrison. My name is-"

"Albus Dumbledore." Harrison finished. Dumbledore had that twinkle in his eye. The one that made me want to hit a wall.

That's all folks. I hope you enjoyed it. I know it was kind of fillerish, but it has some key elements that will be important later on. I know you might think that Vera's reaction to the death of her parents is odd, but my dad died like 8/9/10 a month after my birthday on the dot and it's only been a few weeks, but after the first week it kind annoyed me and made me sad but now i don't really feel it unless i dwell on it, I miss him but i know he's in a better place because I had to watch him slowly die a very painful death to cancer ... so yea... we hope you enjoyed the story. Please review, hell here are some prewritten ones for you so copy and paste.

This is a really great story. I like it. Update soon please.

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Wow this a pretty good time travel fic. Keep writing.

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