A/N- just trying out something new? I don't know. Please read and review and flame if you want.
Disclaimer- I just own the plot right here, nothing of harry potter.
Not So Different…
Chapter 1- the prologue
His heart pounded rapidly when he realized he was cornered. Nowhere to escape now. All alone. Although he had been alone for the past year, it seemed, but that would be detailed later in the story. If one were to watch this scene right here, they would certainly think that there was no way for this young man to escape. He was trapped. This is the end. There is nowhere to run. There is nowhere to hide. I am about to die. My life is gone. He thought. Surely, one who walked in would defiantly agree, he was dead as a doornail. As the saying goes.
What happens, though, when two paths meet? Do they both end? Does one end while the other goes on and continues through life? Alternatively, perhaps, they both continue, and go on together, merged into one. Certainly, this would not be the case, most likely, one path would end while the other remained supreme.
"It doesn't have to end like this you know." The man in a black cloak said to the young man against the wall, as his wand was pointed straight at him. Non-mistakenly, this man-or wizard- was none other then Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He Who Must Not Be Named, He Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken, or he is- or was once upon a time- Tom Riddle. Surely, that part of him was dead, surely his teenage years were forgotten. On the other hand, maybe the wizard in the corner brought Tom Riddle back to Voldemort, the teenage years of sorrow. Surely not.
"How would it end though?" The other young wizard against the wall asked. Of course, this was the one and only Boy Who Lived, Hero, 1/3 of the Golden Trio - or what used to be a trio-, Harry Potter. With his dark hair and his emerald eyes, which did not hold the gleam they did before. He was not scared this Harry Potter. What was he feeling? Was it remorse? Sorrow? Pain? Guilt? Or perhaps, it was relief and thankfulness.
"I have been watching you Harry Potter. More closely since the end of fifth year. How? That is not important. What is important is how our paths are so similar. Do you not think? I could name so many parts of your life that are identical to mine. More then you or anyone else would think." Voldemort replied as he paced around keeping his wand to Harry Potter while he was deep in thought.
"How so?" Harry asked a little worried that Voldemort has been watching him, and worried that like long ago, he would realize they were the same.
"Remember your second year? Those words I told you, as I was again Tom Riddle. You and I are Not That Different Harry Potter. Now, I want you to think about everything you have gone through in the past year, starting from fourth year's summer. Then we will talk, and maybe one of us will die. Or maybe not…."
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