~Third Year~

~September 18th, Monday 1940~

It was the next day and Tom was still a little ticked that Harry just got up and left the table. Doesn't he know he can't run from reality? Tom was determined to talk to Harry that day. When Harry came down the stairs, he was reading a book, avoiding Tom's gaze. The girls started giggling and making room for him as if he was some type of royal blood. Tom looked back at Harry. He didn't care for Harry's appearance before but now he was starting to notice why the girls were giggling. Harry's hair was combed back, away from his eyes that were darker than obsidian, his skin was the color of snow, and he looked pretty rich for a boy who was muggle born. Harry stopped reading and looked at Tom and glared. Tom merrily raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "Tom why's he glaring at you as if you've done something?" Malfoy asked dumbly. "That's just Hugo for you." Tom said, finally returning to his plate.Harry sat at the end of the table still glaring at Tom. The boy clearly had a staring problem. If this was how it was going to be all year, than he needed to be put in his place. "Eh hem…" Tom looked up from his plate lazily and up at Audrey who coughed to get his attention. Audrey was a dumb boy. Why he was put in Slytherin was still a mystery that even Sherlock Holmes couldn't crack. Audrey was a nice boy. He was always kind to others and whenever it came to them even bullying another kid, he'd sit down and laugh along side of them. If his ambition was to try and maintain friends, than he was stupid to even consider Tom one or even think that Tom considered him his friend. He was just a minion to Tom. Another mind to manipulate and get things done without actually doing it himself.

"Yes Audrey?" Tom replied still in his lazy manner. Audrey looked from Malfoy to Lestrange before asking; "Is Hugo like… Beg my pardon if I offend you but… Is he like your ex boyfriend or something?" Milk shot out of Malfoy's nose onto his pancakes, and Lestrange covered his mouth to stop from laughing out loud. Tom only gave Audrey an annoyed look and kept staring at him. "And what would've gave you that idea?" Audrey blushed and looked down stupidly. "Well it was just how you guys met last night… You said 'Long time, no see' and then you sat there just looking each other in the eyes as if you were both still mad about something…" Lestrange couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out. So did Malfoy. Tom rolled his eyes before grabbing his stuff. "The bells about to ring and I want to be the first one in Transfiguration." The boys gathered there things and walked to the entrance. "Tom!" Tom smirked and turned around. "Hugo." Harry glared. "That's not my goddamn name. It's Harry." Malfoy and Audrey gasped while Tom and Lestrange looked amused. "Slughorn told me to give you four this." Harry handed Tom and the other three, four golden envelopes with their initials on them.

"It looks like the envelopes he gives out to the fourth years for his club!" Malfoy exclaimed happily. "Yes but why would he be handing these out to a group of third years?" Lestrange said opening his. Tom scoffed and neatly got his open using his quill. "We're the only group of third years who scored a higher grade in second year for potions. Of course he'd invite the higher excelling students." Tom said smirking at the golden ticket inside. "But Harry didn't score potions. He wasn't even here! So how come he got invited with a green ticket?" Tom looked at Harry who had a green letter with the slytherin crest embodied as the stamp. Harry grimaced reading his letter. "This isn't a Slughorn invite, It's from the ministry discussing my blood heritage… apparently I'm not a Muggle born…" Tom took the letter and read it out loud.

"Dear Mr. Prayer:

I have been commanded to inform you on something that is very important and dear, to the Wizarding world. Because you attend Hogwarts, you must get asked what blood you are all the time. When you were found, you were issued a Muggle born due to you being found in Mundane territory but after the blood samples you provided us we have proof that you are not a muggle born but instead a pureblood. Probably the most purest blooded Slytherin as well. We have talked to Professor Dippet about allowing you to come in Friday afternoon so we can tell you background on your blood and family tree. Until then, get your work done and try to ace your classes. You have a lot to catch up on

Signed, Head of Ministry of Magic"

"Oh wow… That's deep." Lestrange smiled at Harry who looked like he was about ready to tie a noose and jump. "If you aren't a Muggle born, then what the actual hell were you doing located in mundane territory?" Tom handed Harry his later back started to think aloud. "... Harry, remember when the Orphanage found you?" Tom asked. Harry did a weird gesture with his head before he just shrugged. "No… The only thing I remember was waking up in a hospital after my one year coma." Malfoy's eyes widened as he took a seat next to Audrey. They weren't even aware that they walked to potions. " A coma for a year?" He exclaimed. "What the bloody hell were you doing? Flying off high buildings?" Harry cracked smile before shaking his head. "I got jumped in an ally." Tom nodded, clearly remembering it. "They never caught the guy who did it…" Harry frowned before asking "What does that have to link to my blood heritage?" Tom looked up and shook his head even though he hadn't been asked a question. "It has something to do with it."

Class started and the boys proceeded to take out their textbooks and do their work. Tom felt rage and the slightest of betrayal. Harry gets to have a home and possibly a family while he was going straight back to the Orphanage after the school year ended. Tom Sat through Transfiguration and stubbornly took down notes. He wasn't aware of Harry looking at him with a sad but thoughtful look.

X

Harry sat in the abandoned common room after everyone went to bed and pondered. Everything had been happening so fast, he barely had time to process it all without having to start over and rethink the whole day again. Through the process of thinking, he started humming a song that eventually lead to him to break out into a singing. He didn't remember where he learned the song. As far as he could remember, he didn't even remember learning it.

"I'd never… Said I'd lie and wait forever…

If I die. We'd be together now…"

He would sing certain parts and stop constantly. His voice cracked a bit but once he got into the song enough He sounded pretty good in his ears

"I can't always just forget her, But she can try…

At the end of the world, or the last thing I see,

You are, never coming home, never coming,

Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never

Ever told me, and all the smiles that are never ever… ever…"

Harry wiped the upcoming tears from his eyes. The song always irritated him. It made him feel like he wasn't from this time or decade yet it had a tune that kind of matched it. It always made him feel like he was missing something important. Something dear to him… Maybe it was the fact he had no parents, no guidance. It made him feel like he was missing someone that would have made him laugh… made him feel like something was restored…

"You have a lovely voice." Harry shot up and accidently rolled of the couch and hit his head on the silver table. Harry rubbed his head that was surely gonna have a bruise in the morning and looked up. A boy with short straight, black hair styled in a undercut with intimidating blue eyes stood behind the couch Harry was sitting in. He stared down on Harry with an emotionless gaze. "Ghost boy right?" Harry stared at the boy, shocked before standing up and trying to master the boys glance. "Who are you calling Ghost boy?" The boy smirked before gesturing at Harry's whole body. "I forgot your name so I just resolved in what the others call you." He walked around the couch. He was holding a tea tray that he placed on the table before gesturing for Harry to sit next to him. Harry did but he kept his eyes on the boy.

"So… I'm referred to as Ghost boy?" Harry said taking the cup the boy offered to him. "Well, your preferred Ghost boy by most of the guys here. It's because your so pale. Yet no one see your veins or anything. The girls act like you're some sort of god. Always saying stuff like, they plan to lose their virginity to you, ask you out to the Yule Ball, want you to date them." Harry actually turned beet red. The boy chuckled and took a sip from his tea in a weird manner. His whole hand held the side below the brim of the tea cup. "W-well that sucks considering I like guys…" The boy let out a whistle and put his cup down. " Wow… well just be prepared for the girls who are going to kill the guy you get with. I'm more of an Asexual. It sucks for my parents considering I'm an only child and don't plan to have children anytime soon." Harry took a sip from his tea and savored the taste. "Blackberry?" The boy picked up his tea cup and took a long sip before refilling it.

"So you're Pure Blooded?" Harry nodded taking another sip of his tea. "Believe it or not, I was hoping to be Muggle born. I think it was better when I was or at least thought of as a muggle born…" Harry let his sentence Falter as he saw Tom leaning on a bookcase.

"Levi."

"Riddle"

Harry looked up at both of them. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes… But not related. Tom sat down across from them. His face emotionless just like Levi's. "So you like guy's…" Harry grimaced before sending Tom a death glare. "So what if I do? No need to be a homophobic-"

"I never said there was anything wrong with it, It was just a question." Tom sent Harry a stony look that Harry still chose to challenge. Harry bit back the blush of embarrassment that was creeping up his face. The boy besides him, Levi, was staring at the both of them with an amused glint in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" Harry finally said. He was angry but he masked it as best as his ability. "Well, I came down here to get my books under the pillow your leaning on, and maybe join in on the chat but it seems you made it clear enough you rather put unnecessary words in your mouth and make it seem as if I spoke them. A clear sign I'm not welcomed." Harry stood up and looked behind the pillow and sure enough there were books labeled at the right corner with Tom's neat handwriting. Harry felt bad and embarrassed. "I'm sorry for-" Tom stalked up and gathered his books, cutting Tom off. "I don't know who attacked you in that alleyway three years ago but I can tell they probably did it because of your bad personality, and naiveness." Tom stalked back up to the stairs leading to his dorm rooms possibly.

Levi coughed and got Harry's attention. He was stacking the tea back onto the tray before standing up and facing Harry. "I knew a boy like you once… He always wanted to do things… Never wanted to pay attention or wait because he always thought it had to be one way… He always thought it had to be one road to get him to his destination. But we all know you can't just go straight to get there. Every road has a left and right. You can't always just go straight because it's easier." Levi walked in the direction Tom went and disappeared. Harry felt a lot of things in that one moment. Embarrassment, anger, sadness, but the most powerful emotion he was feeling at that moment was confusion…

~September 20th~

~Wednesday~

Harry stood worriedly outside the office. He hadn't talked to Levi or Tom at all since the incident. It was extremely embarrassing when the beautiful witch from the Ministry came to pick him up as it was… Levi and Tom were sitting next to each other in class when they saw him. "Hugo Prayer?" Harry nearly jumped out of his seat when the elf or dwarf thing popped it's head out and called for Harry. Harry stood up quiet shakily and walked in the office. A man wearing all black, (I Imagine him looking like Arthur kipps from the Women in Black) Sitting in a huge chair smiled at Harry and gestured for him to sit down. The office was a Dark shade of green with a silver pattern embedded in the wall paper. No doubt he was a Slytherin.

"Hugo Prayer?" He stuck his hand out to shake Harry's. Harry took his hand but had a hard time preventing his arm from shaking from his previous scare. "I'm the head of the Ministry… Leonard Spencer-Moon. But you can just call me Spencer for now…" Harry nodded and smiled. "I see your still having difficulties adjusting to the Wizarding World… Don't worry you'll get used to it. Now I'm pretty sure you know why you here, correct?" Harry nodded, a little more calm now that he was with a human "To see about my blood heritage." Spencer smiled and grabbed a folder of papers. "Correct… When we did the blood results on you to make sure you were what we intentionally thought, we weren't prepared for the high magical readings we were going to get off of you…" He grabbed a pair of circular glass and put them on to read the results. Harry stopped his weird urge from snatching the glasses off and screaming those were his.

"The magical readings… They're the same readings that matched the founder of the slytherin house… Salazar Slytherin." Harry raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I think something is wrong with those reading Mr.Moon… while doing a little research on Hogwarts I read that, That man died hundreds of years ago… Around the eleventh century to be precise…"

"That's what we're trying to figure out. How can you be related to him if he his dead? Yes there are other Pure Blooded Slytherins who are related to him but they are extremely distant… Your blood results show that your almost blood related to him… As if you were his son!" He exclaimed.Harry would've surely fainted if it wasn't for him sitting down

X

Harry got back to Hogwarts, exhausted and tired. It was around lunch time when he decided to go Headmaster Dippet and ask for the rest of the day off. Dippit clearly saw there was something wrong and obliged without hesitation. Harry just wanted to be alone with his thoughts and voices…