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Everything started at that very day.

He could almost remember how his eyes widened in shock when he first saw the magnificent candles in the room. He already knew what it looked like, but up close made him astonished. The train ride to Hogwarts was very awkward when a redhead joined him in his compartment away from his brothers. Ron Weasley – the boy's name, eventually gave up hiding from his siblings and turned to walk out when a bushy-haired girl – Hermione Granger, he learned after, stopped him to ask a question, in which he answered rudely. And thus, ruined Harry's quiet day.

Harry James Potter was always distant and quiet from his fellow peers. He excelled in all his subjects in muggle school but was punished when he tried to take down Dudley's 'perfect' record. So, he acted dumb and lowered his grades. Now that he was free from his relatives' grasps, he could now learn peacefully and promised to himself to aim for the best.

You see, Harry likes the way he feels when he's superior to others. The feeling to control a person to his whims, to let them do his biddings with no complaint and to follow every command made his insides churn in pleasure. Back at his muggle school, he sometimes performed accidental magic and made his classmates cry in pain. The screams would forever be engraved in his mind. After the spell he accidentally used, he erased their memories as if nothing ever happened. This made him gleeful at the prospect of seeing their pained expressions begging for death to take them. It was so mesmerizing to hear their begs and worthless words vibrate in the air as his magic crackled before ending it with a swoosh of his hand.

But he wasn't an idiot to blow up his cover immediately. That was an amateur move, so he played the part as the poor, abused, bullied boy of the school. No one would suspect him. This mask was placed for years only to be removed at midnight. He would sneak away from the Dursleys and creep on his enemy's bed before kidnapping them and torture endlessly in an abandoned school.

When his Hogwarts' letter first arrived at his doorstep, he kept it in his pocket and opened it in his cupboard. At first, he thought the letter was a just a joke from Dudley. But he believed it when a giant suddenly knocked on their door late at night to talk about Harry's enrollment. Uncle Vernon was furious when he heard about the news, Aunt Petunia just sneered, and Dudley was confused. Harry on the other hand, became hopeful to see other people share his gift at controlling magic and became excited to learn more about it in a boarding school.

At that time, he was granted an escape. A loophole to get out from his dull and boring life, away from his relatives, away from the bullies, away from the hellhole he was used to live in with something ...magical.

When the large doors opened, his eyes couldn't get even wider as he took in the enchanting wide room. The old-fashioned decoration, the long table filled with millions of foods, the crowds of the students around the place and finally, the sense of home that gripped Harry in a warm embrace. He knew he was going to love it here.

"Potter, Harry." His name resounded in the Great Hall as he took the step up to the stool and sat down, the Sorting Hat placed on his head.

"I need to be in a normal house." He said to the hat in his mind, chanting the words repeatedly.

"And what would normal define for you, Mr. Potter?"

If Harry was going to be honest, he would say normalcy is never in his dictionary. Once a freak, always a freak. So, he picked to say the obvious answer:

"Normal, as in no problems, no struggles, and no... freakishness."

The Hat laughed in his head, the chortles ringing in his head, "You might have forgotten Harry, that I can read minds. Meaning, I can hear your thoughts, dreams, desires, secrets and…lies."

Harry didn't want to admit it, but he felt a tingle fear run through his spine when the Hat said the last part and cursed himself for letting that thought slip his head so easily.

" Fine, sort me in a house that seems normal to me."

Okay, Maybe the wording could work, but Harry is already stalling time with the sorting and he could see all the students' confused faces, so he quickly added:

"Ravenclaw, get me to Ravenclaw." He commanded.

He felt the Hat curve upward, "Why not Slytherin? I bet Slytherin can lead you to greatness."

If Harry was still oblivious about the existence of magic, he would've complied with the request. But ever since he encountered the book from an orphanage when he was ordered to buy something for his aunt, he decided on keeping on a low profile, considering his pureblood family is well-known.

Yes, he knows about his parents' cause of death, his innocent locked up godfather, werewolf godfather and the main reason why he was placed in his relatives and not an orphanage.

As he grows up, he always notices how more fragile and delicate his face is and because of being locked up in a cupboard for seven years made him short, made the picture even more perfect. Harry is not a girl; he just has an effeminate body. Dudley and his cronies always bullied him because of this fact and called him a pansy. Which is true when he unintentionally seduced a boy form his class to tell thee teacher what really happened when he was beaten up.

But this is not the problem today, he would deal with that later. For now, he needs a house to be in that seems normal for a Potter. Harry wished he could be in Slytherin, but he needs to fit in. Ravenclaw seemed close to his personality and much like how his mother acted in her school years, so he took it.

And so, the Hat complied and shouted, "Ravenclaw!"

He was met with shocked faces and left to seat at his House table. At that very same time, Harry felt someone staring at him and turned to look at a Slytherin.

Harry breath hitched when his eyes locked with bright grey ones. The boy was handsome, he observed, a chiseled face, wavy brown hair and the most enticing eyes he has ever seen.

At that very moment, he knew he was obsessed with the boy.

It was third year when Harry started stalking the boy – Tom Marvolo Riddle he learned. It made Harry giddy when he was the only one who knows his middle name and his line of pureblood leading to Slytherin. He also knew who opened the Chamber of Secrets in his second year and closed it when the school announced that it was going to shut down if this keeps up. He also knew that Tom lived in an orphanage but does not know the location. He also knew Tom killed his father and made Harry preen in glee that his beloved Tom is just like him.

What only saddens Harry was Tom's announcement that he was straight when a boy confessed his love to him. This did not stop Harry for swooning over him and will do anything to get Tom his, even going as far as killing.

Harry wanted to kill his relatives so badly, but a certain old coot has a sharp eye on him for whatever reason. Harry also secretly delved into a magic branch called Necromancy and the Dark Arts - Tom's favorite subject.

Harry also exceeded in DADA so high, that he beaten the seventh years and Tom. He, at first, thought this would catch Tom's attention, but was disappointed when he dismissed it.

Then there was this time where he had to poison a girl from touching Tom's family jewels in the Great Hall where Harry could see. It took Harry a week to brew thee poison and slipped it in her drink by casting the Imperius Curse on one of her friends to slip it in.

Which leads to the present time, Harry, now a third year, is practicing the Patronus charm with his father's friend. It took him two tries when a corporeal snake came out of his wand when he thought about seeing him and Tom together in the Mirror of Erised in first year.

" Congratulations, Harry!" Remus Lupin, the current DADA professor congratulated Harry.

The Ravenclaw masked a look of excitement at his success, he was a little guilty for being fake to his second godfather but brushed it off as he has more pressing matters to solve, like how to make Tom his.

Harry still looked like a girl and shorter than his schoolmates, his hair is messy, his Avada eyes are hidden in fake eyeglasses, he has pink lips, a slim body, wide hips and a short height.

When the session finished, Harry walked in the dark corridors of Hogwarts, when he felt the temperature drop and a chilling air surrounded his form, he turned to look at three Dementors trapping him in each side. Harry was about to pull out his wand and cast the charm when a bright corporeal snake slid into the darkness and dispelled the creatures.

Harry held his breath when he saw Tom's face and almost preened when he saw familiar grey eyes locked into his emerald green.

They stayed like that for a minute and made Harry panic. Did he do something wrong? Was there something on his face? Why is he looking at him like that?

His whirlwind of questions stopped when he heard Tom's baritone voice slid in the silence,

"Why aren't you in bed?"

Harry shivered at the voice and instantly replied, "I had a study session with Professor Lupin."

Tom's face contorted into curiosity, "Oh? I thought your outstanding grades were enough for you. And even if you were stuck on a topic, you would've searched it by now and got the answer,"

Harry forced his blush to disappear at Tom's comment and gulped, "I-well, Dementors scare me and-I want to know how to get rid of them when I encounter one. I didn't get enough information about the charm, so I asked Professor Lupin."

He nodded, "Alright, I guess I can withdraw the punishment of being out of school grounds at night. You can go to your Common room."

"But," Tom continued, stopping Harry from walking away, "I will lead you there, in case you encounter another Dementor."

"I can cast a fully-fledged Patronus charm, you know." Harry defended himself, he was not a damsel in distress no matter his appearance.

Tom's wavy curly hair swayed side to side, shaking his head, "I'm still a Prefect, I want my schoolmates safe, no matter their House."

Harry hesitated then nodded and let Tom lead the way. The younger teen didn't question how he knew the direction and followed him. He felt giddy when Tom slowed down his steps to check on him while sending small glances.

Harry felt disappointed how fast their walk has been and reached the entrance to his Common Room.

"Goodnight." Toms voice made Harry flinch in surprise and looked at him.

"Goodnight, Tom." He said back and glued his eyes on Tom's retreating from wistfully.

" What room do ghosts avoid?"

The riddle asked the student, "The living room." He answered dreamily.

Then he pulled out the Invisibility cloak and followed Tom in the night, never living his side 'till midnight.

Nobody commented about the identical snake patronuses.

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Note:

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I know I have a story working on, but this idea keeps me up all night that I have to write it.

If you liked my other story (Which you didn't), I'm sorry to say that I won't be updating that much anymore.

The idea just didn't out to me anymore, ya'know?

Anyways, I will warn you though, this story is my first draft. Meaning the plot might change a little and the events might be different.

So, feel free to burn my creation and step on it as much as you like. I hate it like you hate it, so no hard feelings.

Another thing, I won't be updating it much, so yeah.