Summary: What if Percy was the one who had found Tom Riddle's Diary amongst his things and HE was the one manipulated? Worst of all, what if the young Dark Lord fell in love with his puppet, Percy, and decided to keep him, forever? PercyTom

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CHAPTER THREE

Tom Riddle smirked triumphantly as the light from his diary engulfed the room and a strong wind tore apart the once neatly stacked piles of parchments that had been set on the corner of his desk. It had taken him almost two long years to perfect this particular spell, especially since he had to sneak around with the book he had technically stolen from the restricted section in the library, and it seemed that now he was reaping the rewards for his hard work. In bringing this other boy here, he figured, he would be bringing his soul out of his body, therefore leaving his pen pal an empty shell, full of energy for the taking that would help him resurrect himself from the depths of this forsaken diary in which he had been trapped for a little more than fifty long years. Then, he thought, he could finally put an end to that Potter brat and finish his work of completely ridding the world of half breed witches and wizards!

It took only a few more minutes for the spell to work completely, but when it was done, Tom was anxious to see exactly who it was he had brought back from the future. When his eyes landed on the limp form, curled up in the middle of the room, he almost laughed. He should have figured this would be the genre of man his spell would have caught.

The other boy, whose name was Percy if he remembered correctly, didn't exactly have the looks of the most popular person in the world. His hair was a rich crimson, highlighted with the odd strand of blond and was naturally wrapped in tight curls about his head, a look that would take hours on a normal person done naturally on him by genetics. His face was lean and pale and dusted with freckles, as if the small, darker spots were a coating of sugar or spice the Creator had sprinkled over his cheeks and nose. His body itself was very long and looked awkwardly lanky, as if the poor thing had yet to completely fit his limbs and as Percy lay there, sleeping, Tom saw a pair of glasses, obviously second hand, that had fallen from his face when he had appeared here in this time. The one thing about Percy though that made Tom Riddle almost hiss out loud, were the robes he wore, adorned with the crimson and gold symbol of the Gryffindor Lion. Those, he knew, would simply have to go.

Gently gathering Percy in his arms, Tom then made his way over to his bed, which, for the moment was undone because of the wind that had blown through the room not more than a few minutes before, to let the other rest there for as long as he needed. He knew that to be put under the strain of a spell like that would normally kill a person, hence why no other had dared try it before, but somehow this boy had made it through alive, proving to Tom that there was hope for his wonderful plan yet. All this red head would really need would be a bit of rest, and then he would be as good as new.

Upon laying Percy down on the sheets, however, (which were obviously green, lined with silver) Tom noticed the coloring of the other's robes stand out even more and so decided to change them right then and there. Its not like he was going to strip the other boy entirely…just a change the robe, jumper and tie would do, and he had some extras that he had bought with his own money when he placed the spell on the book a couple of months before that would probably fit this boy nicely. Slowly he got up to get the items he needed, but he barely managed to get half way standing when a thin hand caught his wrist and held him there. He turned to see what it was and was surprised to see the sky blue eyes of his guest, now wide awake watching him curiously. It was at that moment, whether he knew it or not, that Tom Riddle, the future Lord Voldemort, fell in love for the first time.

The boy who had been lying down on the bed slowly tried to sit up, but in doing so, induced a major headache and extreme dizziness that made the world spin before his eyes. Tom sat on the bed almost instinctually and steadied the red head, receiving a very distant sounding thanks for his efforts. "Are you alright, Percy?" he asked, trying to see into the blue eyes that were now squeezed tightly shut to stop the spinning.

"Yes, I think so," Percy answered after a minute. "Although I feel like I was just hit by a carriage and four very heavy horses just stomped on my head."

Tom laughed a bit, liking this Gryffindor's sense of humour. "Yes, well, it'll all go away shortly. The spell I used would have killed a normal person but it seems you have a talent for time traveling if all you got was a headache and some dizziness."

"In any event," the Gryffindor student said with a grimace as he slowly opened his eyes to look at Tom. "I am still very confused as to where I am and who you are. Would you mind clarifying it for me?"

Tom smiled faintly. "You are in the Head Boy dormitory of the Slytherin House in the year 1945. I am Tom Riddle, the person you have been writing to for the past few days through my diary."

Percy lifted his head from where it had been in his hands and looked directly at the other who claimed to be the same Tom Riddle he had spoken to through the diary. This boy had raven black hair, styled in a typical fashion for the 1940's that looked very good on him and the darkest set of eyes the former Prefect had ever seen. His skin was pale over his face and yet it seemed to suit him as it hugged his high cheek bones and jaw just right to make him seem older than he probably was. The other's body, although it was mainly hidden beneath almost four layers of clothing, seemed strong, what with the broad shoulders he could see and the powerful hand on his shoulder keeping him from falling. He looked nothing like what Percy had imagined Tom Riddle looking like…he was much more handsome than that.

After a minute more or two of checking the other boy out, Percy looked away with a slight blush on his cheeks, ashamed of doing such a thing to someone he had never met in person before. "Well, Tom, i-it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. In case you've forgotten, I'm Percy Weasley."

The Slytherin smirked and took Percy's thin hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the knuckles softly like a gentleman would. "How could I forget?" He said, looking up to see Percy's flushed features darken in their blush. "You're the only person I've really spoken to in almost fifty years, not to mention the most beautiful."

"Oh please Tom," Percy chuckled, letting the other continue to hold his hand as he tried to hide his embarrassment with a laugh. "I can't possibly be that beautiful. I'm sure there are other men in your time who are at least ten times more desirable to you than I am."

Tom ignored Percy's words and moved on the bed so he was sitting so close to Percy that the red head could feel his hot breath against his face. The blush from earlier faded and suddenly it became very difficult for the ex-prefect to breathe. "Um…Tom?"

"I will say this," the other said as he stood, smirking slightly as he turned away from Percy to fetch the extra robes he had. "Although Gryffindor colors suit you well, I have a feeling both of us would get in trouble if the Head of House were to find you here in my private dormitory. How about a change in colors really quick and then I'll get you adjusted to your new home."

Percyfiddled with the knot of his tienervously and then also stood, still very nervous about being in a new place in a new TIME. "My new home?"

Tom tossed the articles to Percy and rested his hands on his hips. "Of course." He said. "You asked to disappear from your own time period, so I brought you here, to live out your life with me from this point forth."

"Which means that I'm…?"

"Unless you seriously object to it, you are going to be my boyfriend until I graduate and then you'll live with me until your death date."

Percy raised an eyebrow, but began to change his jumper none the less. "Then, for all intents and purposes, we're engaged."

Tom thought about it for a second. "Yes, I guess you could say that."

"But Tom, you don't even really know me yet."

"And? That's why we're going to be dating here in school. So I can get to know you."

"But…"

"No 'buts'." Tom Riddle said, then casting a quick spell to clean the room of the mess that was made earlier before turning to leave the dorm. "Finish changing then meet me downstairs so I can acquaint you with your new House and current events. I'll see you in three minutes or less Weasley, so don't linger."

Percy opened his mouth to say something but Tom was already gone, leaving him to change on his own. For a second, he had really considered telling the other that perhaps they were moving a bit too quickly in their relationship (they had just met for the first time after all), but then realized what the other had said was true. They had a year or two to really figure each other out before they took the final step of moving in together, he just hoped that a year or so was enough time to really get to know the man he would be spending the rest of his days with.

Chapter three is finished and OMG does it suck. Yet, for some reason, I find that every story has to have at least one chapter that sucks so I guess this is going to be it. Go ahead and flame me if you wish but I warn you; those flames given to me will be used to heat the sauna these two are going to be in later on in the story. Now, I am lost as to what to do next. Should there be a lot of fluff in the next chapter? Or maybe I should switch back and forth between time periods and chapters so you guys know what's going on, on both sides? Should this eventually end up an OliverPercy fic since we all know in the original story line, Tom dies? REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!