Tom Riddle leaned back against the darkness of night, the corners of his mouth a little crooked, but the bottom of his eyes was cold and unsmiling. "Father, no, it's Harry Potter. It's been a long time,"he said coldly, with a smile on his face. Harry Potter almost unconsciously took a step backward, his mind blank, his mind filled with one thought: Tom, got it. Knowing their future, knowing that they were supposed to be enemies. Knowing that one of them had to die. But from that moment on, Tom and he were destined to be enemies. Tom Riddle, the good, polite, considerate boy, no longer exists. With that in mind, Harry's heart sank, but Tom was closing in on him. "Father, do you want to be so out of touch with me, so far away from me?"Tom Riddle gave a cold laugh, his voice cold as a puddle, and Harry shuddered.