It was the first day of Tom Riddle's sixth year at Hogwarts, and was just dismissed from the welcome back feast, leading the new 1st years to the Slytherin dormitory.
It was his duty, as a prefect to lead the newest Slytherins to the dormitory, as well as patrolling the halls most nights.
He reached the painting that marks the entrance to the Common Room, and turned on his heel to look at the frightened 11 year olds.
"This is the entrance to our dormitory. Don't forget where it is. Don't forget the password. You will be notified if the password changes," his cold, emotionless voice seemed to scare the small children.
Good.
"Boggart," Tom said, turning back to the painting of the Green snake on the wall. The painting opened, showing the common room.
Tom let the children file in, where Slughorn was waiting to give his ridiculous speech that he recycles every year.
"Thank you, Tom! Say, are you staying to listen this year?" Slughorn asked.
"I'm afraid I can not," Tom responded, plastering a fake smile on his face, "I have my rounds to do. I am a prefect, after all."
Slughorn laughed, his large belly shaking, "oh, of course, my boy! I wouldn't expect anything less, not from Tom Riddle!"
Tom just nodded, and left, heading towards the library. Yes, Tom Riddle lied. Not an uncommon occurrence. Someone finding out is, though.
Unfortunately (or fortunately- depending on who you ask), this was not a normal library visit for the young wizard.
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The first thing Harry saw when he woke up, was of the most perfect face he had ever seen on a body before.
'Wait', Harry thought, 'Aren't I supposed to be dead?'
"Are you alright?" The face asked, voice cool and uncaring. Now that he thought about it, both the face and the voice where familiar.
"Yeah? Where am I?" Harry responded, his mind foggy from his fall.
"Hogwarts," the boy- he determined this perfect person was a boy, which made him confused as to why he was feeling attracted to him- answered.
Wait- he was at Hogwarts? Harry day up, and confirmed that this was indeed, Hogwarts.
"Who are you? How did I get here?" Harry asked, panicked. He was scouring his mind to find out who this very attractive boy was, but he just couldn't remember!
"My name is Tom Riddle, 5th year prefect for Slytherin house. As for how you got here-" Tom was cut off by Harry promptly fainting on the spot.
So, that's how I know him, were his final thoughts before his world went dark.