Authors note: Another chapter!
There will be less humour (If you can call it that, I'm not very funny) as the story goes on because Harry gets older and more evil.
Again, the Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K Rowling. Have fun reading! :)
Harry ran past Ron Weasley on his way back to the common room. "Hey Ron!" He called. Ron stopped him, "I'm not your friend." "Pity." Harry muttered. "Why?" Ron sneered. "I had a wonderful plan." He then pushed past him and continued to skip down the corridor.
Harry entered the common room and was jumped on by at least twenty people. "Did you open it?!" "Was it you?!" "Are you the heir?!" Harry couldn't have answered the questions even if he wanted to. He was lying face down on the ground with a group of Slytherins jumping on him.
He groaned and they got off him. He then immediately ran up to his dormitory. "Hey Harry." Blaise saluted and went back to whatever he was reading. Harry grinned and sat down on his bed. He tugged out his diary and stared at a random blank page.
One word appeared on the page, 'Reckless.' Harry glared at it. He was not reckless; he was having fun.
"Are you coming Harry?" Theodore asked making Harry jump. "What?" He asked. "Are you coming with us to spy on Lockhart?" Theodore asked. "Are you sure spy is the right word?" Harry asked sitting up straighter. "Well… no we're going to cause havoc but are you coming?" He said slowly. "Yeah, but I swear if I get seen by him…." "You won't" Blaise said from the doorway. Harry slipped the diary under his bed and followed the two boys down to the common room.
"No." A prefect stepped in front of them. "No what?" Harry asked innocently. "Whatever you're up to you should stop and think about the rest of the house, we don't want to lose the cup remember." She said putting her hands on her hips.
"Hmm, how about no?" Harry said. "Don't you dare lose our house points." She snapped. "Well, not on purpose." Harry said slowly. "I forbid you to leave the common room." She said angrily. "Well okay, mum." Harry said sarcastically. "Don't be rude." She glared at him.
Harry pushed past her. "Get back here!" She shouted. "Sorry guys I just realised I'm busy." He flicked his wand and the diary appeared in his hands.
Harry looked up at the new body belonging to Voldemort. "Hey." He grinned at the snake faced man. Voldemort glared at him. "I don't see why we didn't use your blood for it." He snapped at Harry. "I'm not your enemy and plus it had to be unwillingly taken."
"You are pointless then." Voldemort said angrily. "Hey! I had to chop off my finger for you!" Harry snapped. "Which you grew back straight away." Voldemort continued to glare at him. "What? Do you want me to bleed to death?" Harry asked. "Yes." Voldemort muttered.
"Funny, real funny." Harry rolled his eyes. "I thought we were going to petrify people." He said thoughtfully. "We were until you decided to mention this ritual." Voldemort snapped. Harry shrugged and then looked down at the diary in his hands. "Want this back?" He asked. Voldemort snatched it out of his hands, "Give me your wand." Harry threw his wand at The Dark Lord who caught it just before it hit him in the eye.
Voldemort vanished the book and then grudgingly gave Harry his wand back. "Time to leave?" Harry asked. Voldemort smirked, "I'm leaving, you are staying here." Harry frowned, "That wasn't the deal." "I don't do deals you foolish half-blood." Voldemort snapped. "You're less of a half-blood than me, remember?" Harry said angrily. "I have power you do not." Voldemort smirked. "I killed Quirrell." Harry folded his arms. Voldemort glared at him and impatiently held out his arm. "I thought people couldn't apparate in Hogwarts." Harry said slowly. "I'm the most powerful wizard in the world I can do what I want." Voldemort glared at the boy. Harry shrugged and eagerly took the snake-man's arm.
And they were gone, never to return to Hogwarts again, or so they thought.