Chapter 2

Harry turned around, a slightly confused expression on his face before it was blank again. That voice sounded like Tom Riddle from the Diary and Harry felt like a idiot for not thinking of it earlier.

It was obvious that Hagrid couldn't of done it and why would Tom put the blame on the oaf? It was to cover up the entire matter all together so he wouldn't get in trouble for starting it. Everyone would suspect Hagrid of doing it because of the spider he harboured with him in the school. It was genius that Tom had come up with that and for some reason, Harry felt slight warmth in his cheeks.

"I didn't realize that The-Boy-Who-Lived was so…" Tom stopped and Harry tilted his head, wondering what Tom would describe him as, "Dark."

That was it? Harry felt slighted for some reason, "Just dark…? Rude…"

Tom raised his eyebrows, "Were you expecting me to describe you differently?"

"No, of course not…" Harry muttered, turning away with a pout.

"Are you pouting?" Tom couldn't help but ask.

Harry turned around again and approached the teen, "You're even better looking than in that vision you showed me." Harry didn't have a filter for his mouth when he was in his element and he could be himself. Why should he care about whether or not to say something when he could just say it? If he wanted to say someone was hot, he would say someone was hot… he wasn't going to lie.

Tom smirked a little and glanced over at the real Ginny Weasley before looking at the copy, "I believe the correct term is handsome… furthermore, I would very much like to know where you found that book with the copy spell…"

Harry narrowed his eyes but complied, he didn't want to waste too much energy on being suspicious… what was telling Tom going to do? "Borgin and Burkes."

Tom hummed, "May I have a look at it?"

Harry shrugged and retrieved the book out of his robes, passing it to the teen. He then fell to the ground, all four limbs sprawled out in relaxation. It's not like he had anything better to.

Tom only watched him as he looked at the cover of the book, "Quidditch Through The Ages?" Tom prompted, another smirk lighting up his face.

"Do you think Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, is suppose to have a book titled, 'Darks Arts: A Guide to Self Protection'?"

"I suppose not," Tom muttered back, "Finite Incantatem." The book immediately melted into the dusty Dark Arts book that Tom had wanted to see, "I still don't understand why you, of all people, would like something like this…"

Harry looked up at the teen, "Who would suspect Harry Potter of being dark?"

"Not very many people and for some odd reason, I believe that you take advantage of that fact."

"You know me so well in the fifteen minutes since I met you in person…"

Tom gave Harry an amused smile, "I remember this book, I'm the one who sold it to Burke after I had finished reading it. The man had been ecstatic at the time for some unknown reason and you would think that I was selling him a prized jewel that was worth millions. He must have been really desperate for things to sell in his store."

"Well, I found it full of dust in the corner of the store. It didn't seem like it had been sold in years." Harry began but paused as Tom slid the book back into Harry's lap and turned around to look at the real Ginny Weasley, "Just out of curiosity, what are you planning on doing to her?"

"Well, Harry," Tom paused for a second as well, wondering why he had used Harry's given name, "As you can tell, she is clutching the diary in her hands. The diary is draining her life force so that I may live on in a physical body and not some transparent one that I have now."

"I have a feeling that you aren't just some random teenager…" Harry said lightly, taking out a pack of crisps and munching on them.

Tom could only shake his head, exasperated at the way Harry was relaxing on the chamber floor, eating at a time like this. "You are absolutely correct, I am not some random teenager. I am Lord Voldemort," Tom was going to dramatically spell out his name in the air but realized he didn't have a wand. A pause, "Can I borrow your wand?"

Harry looked up from his pack of crisps, "Sure," he shrugged, grabbing his wand and tossing it over.

Tom once again spoke, "I am Lord Voldemort," He then used Harry's wand to spell out 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' and waved it to change to 'I am Lord Voldemort'.

"You like anagrams, I see." Harry said, an amused smile on his lips.

Tom only stared for second and nodded, "Not surprised?"

"Not really," Harry lazily raised his hand for his wand back but Tom shook his head, "Do you want it? I don't mind." Tom gave him a confused look, "Do you want to keep the wand?"

"Why in Salazar's name would you let me keep your wand?"

"It's not my actual wand…"

"Not your…?" Tom stopped speaking, "I see," his lips twisted up in a light smirk.

"I bought another wand, just in case I wanted to use dark magic for something. It helps in case someone suspects me and I have to give up my wand to be inspected. No dark magic on my actual wand, can't blame me for anything… simple as that."

"Smart," Tom muttered, "I'm very surprised at how you are turning out Harry, very surprised indeed."

"What…? Did you expect a Gryffindor, light poster boy to come marching down here and call Dumbledore the greatest wizard that's ever lived?" Harry let an amused smile end up on his face and he giggled a little, surprised that he had managed that because it took a lot of effort.

Tom gave a grimace, "I really like you like this, It hadn't crossed my mind that you would be anything like me. Especially the way you acted when you wrote me in the diary…"

"There is a role to play, Tom."

Tom grimaced again at the name but didn't say anything about it, "I think I will keep this wand."

Harry gave a curt nod before looking over at Weaslette, "How long does it take for the drainage to fully kill her?"

"I think it will be done in another five minutes…"

Harry took out another pack of crisps and munched on more before pausing when he heard a screech, "Uh oh, the old coot's bloody bird is here." The Phoenix approached Harry, sitting down next to him and Harry narrowed his eyes, "I think…" Harry reached out his hand in a 'gimme' motion and Tom caught on and gave the wand to Harry, "Avada Kedavra," and the bird immediately burst into ashes.

Tom gave Harry a ludicrous look, "I didn't think I would ever see you use a spell like that even with that copy spell that you used. Out of curiosity, why did you do it?"

"That bird will go back and tell Dumbledore everything that happened down here and I, for one, do not want my role being compromised. The bird will come back to life anyway… eventually."

Tom shook his head, "I think we will get along swimmingly."

"Of that, I have no worries." Harry replied and that was when they both heard a loud deep breath before there was nothing, "Guess she is dead."

"She most certainly is and I'm finally corporal."

"Well, congratulations…" Harry gave the teen his second wand, standing up from the chamber and placing a lollipop in his mouth, "See you around!"

"Wait!" Tom shouted, watching as Harry licked the lollipop from left to right in his mouth, "I need to go to the room of requirement."

"I honestly wish I knew what room you are talking about but I don't… on the other hand, I can let you use my invisibility cloak and you can walk in front of me."

"That's alright."

Harry sighed, "This is so much effort… why did I agree to this?"