Title: Just Tom
Author: Razberry
Genre: Action/Adventure
Rating: PG... will go up
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, unless you count the products. Then I own pretty much everything. :)
Warnings: None for this chappie...
Summary: Response to one of QueenStrata's challenges. Harry is staying at Hogwarts over the summer, and finds a really nifty mirror that shows whoever looks into it the person that is most like them. Now Harry has to overcome the challenges of getting along with his so called "match"... The only problem? It's none other than Tom Riddle. And what does Dumbledore have to do with this?!
Notes: Okay, well, I saw this challenge and I just couldn't help myself. I really hate it when an idea is used over and over, and this one is quite original. Actually, anything Tom/Harry is original because there are only like 10-15 fics out there that are about them. Which is really a pity, you can do all sorts of things with it...
Also, if you see a number in a set of these [] that means I have an explanation for that word or phrase at the bottom of the chapter. And since ff.net does not seem to appreciate italics, the character's thoughts will be in /these/. All annoying inner voices will speak in \these\. And since some characters have telepathic abilites, anything that is thought-spoken will be in these. Everyone got that? If not, here's the simplified version for all you idiots out there(j/k).
[] - I have an explanation for that word/phrase at the end of the chapter.
/ / - Peoples individual thoughts
\ \ - Those cute inner voices everybody loves
- Telepathic speech
" " - Regular speech
Okay, well, I think that's it. Now get on with the fic!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry Potter marched through the halls of Hogwarts with a determined look on his face. It was the day before the summer holidays, and the
black-haired wizard had made up his mind to stay at school over the summer. He was nearly 17 now, and felt it only right for him to be in charge of where he stayed. He would just explain this to Dumbledore and hope for the best. If the headmaster wouldn't let him stay at Hogwarts, then he would just have to find some other accomodation. Finally reaching the stone gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office, Harry began guessing likely passwords.
"Umm, lemon drop?" The gargoyle remained still.
"Fizzing Whizbees?" Nope.
"Chocolate Frogs?" Nuh-uh.
"Acid Pops?" Nothing.
By this time Harry was getting frustrated. "ARGH!!! Blood Pop! Sugar Quill! Peppermint Toad! Cockroach Clusters! Ice Mice!" At the last candy, the statue leapt aside revealing the passageway to the headmaster's office.
"That was it? Ice Mice? Okay, whatever..." Harry said aloud to the empty hall, wondering why Dumbledore would have picked such a password.
Remembering his goal, Harry reset the determined look on his face and walked swiftly up the staircase, past Fawkes, and up to the large doors that led to Dumbledore's office. The Boy Who Lived raised his fist to knock on the door, but before he could, it opened and Dumbledore himself stepped out.
"Ah, Harry, wonderful! I was just looking for you!" Dumbledore beamed. "There are a few things I need to discuss with you before summer break begins."
"Really?" asked Harry, bewildered at what the old wizard might need to speak to him about. "Er, I kind of needed to talk to you too."
"Excellent! Let's go into my office and discuss things, shall we?" Dumbledore turned and walked back into his office, seating himself at the large desk. He motioned for Harry to take a seat as well, and the younger boy complied.
"As I'm sure you know already, there have been an increased number of attacks by Death-Eaters as of late. Voldemort is getting stronger every day, and it won't be long before a full scale war breaks loose. Also, as Fudge is still denying every bit of proof of Voldemort's return," the headmaster's eyes darkened and he scowled, "the majority of the wizarding world will be unprepared. This is why I feel that certain measures must be taken to... shall we say, improve our chances."
Harry nodded. "Yes, I understand all of that sir, I just don't know what any of this has to do with me."
"Why, everything, my dear boy!" Dumbledore's expression brightened considerably and a triumphant gleam appeared in his blue eyes. Harry wondered what he was up to.
"It has been clear to me from the moment I met you that you were an extraordinary wizard with great potential that even now, when you are almost grown, has yet to be released. You are a very special child, Harry. You have powers that most wizards could only dream of. In fact, there are more animagi running around Britain than there are wizards with your... unique abilities. Now, as I have said, much of your power is still dormant, and has not awakened. However..." The wizened old wizard's eyes twinkled, "...there is a mirror. A magical mirror that I had not known existed until recently. It has always been a legend among our kind. It is called the Mirror of All Souls and it shows one their perfect match, their life companion, soulmate[1] if you will."
At this point Harry burst out laughing. This sounded so ridiculous! Was Dumbledore trying to set him up with somebody? The black-haired boy voiced his opinion.
"I'm sorry for laughing sir, but I don't understand. The way you say it, it sounds like you're trying to play matchmaker, not stop an evil maniac from destroying the world." Harry was still grinning.
"You'll understand soon enough. Let me finish." Harry nodded and Dumbledore continued. "When two souls that are perfectly complimentary to each other meet and recognize the other as it's match, both witchards[2] will have a substantial increase in magical ability. The untapped power within will be released, and-"
"-and you want me to look into this mirror and find my match so I can be strong enough to defeat Voldemort," Harry finished. It all made sense now.
"Yes," Dumbledore smiled. "However, to be able to train you and your match to control your powers, you would need to stay here over the summer. It would also be a wonderful opportunity for you to get to know this person. I don't suppose that you have any objections to not going home for the summer?"
"None at all! In fact, that was what I wanted to talk to you about!" Harry grinned broadly. Things were looking up. He was going to get a lot more powerful, AND he wouldn't have to go back to the Dursleys.
"Fantastic! It seems this has all worked out for the best then. I'll see you tomorrow Harry, after everyone else has left. Then you may look in the mirror."
"You have it at Hogwarts?!"
"Yes, I was lucky enough to have an adventuring friend who stumbled upon it while exploring some old Egyptian pyramids. Right now I do believe Prof. Snape is keeping it locked away in his chambers."
"Oh, alright then," Harry said, idly wondering who Snape might see if he were to look into it. "I'll see you tommorow then."
"Goodbye, Harry."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day, Harry walked with Ron and Hermione down to the Hogwarts Express. He had told them both about the mirror and what it did. Ron thought it was great that he'd be getting a girlfriend and super magical abilities all at once, while Hermione giggled and talked about how romantic it sounded to be with someone who was complimentary to you in every way.
"Well, I guess I'll see you all September 1st," Harry said, looking at his shoes. He really hated goodbyes.
"Oh, Harry, don't worry, we'll write to you plenty over the summer," Hermione reassured him.
"Yeah, and be sure to tell us who the lucky girl is," added Ron.
"How do you know it's a girl Ron? It could be a boy..." Hermione said slyly.
Harry's face went tomato red. "HERMIONE!"
"AUGH!!!" Ron cried, making a face. The brown-haired girl laughed light-heartedly.
"I was just kidding guys, lighten up!"
Giggling, she ran past Ron and toward the train, hitting the youngest Weasley boy on the head playfully as she went by. She was obviously happy to be going home for awhile. She hadn't left Hogwarts for the Easter or Winter holidays(in case there was trouble with Voldemort), and had been feeling quite homesick as of late. Ron grinned and chased after her in mock anger. Harry was glad to see his friends so excited and happy. Things had been to serious as of late, with the rise of Voldemort and all. Which reminded him....
"I should probably be heading back to the castle, the train is about to leave anyway," Harry called to the other two, who were dragging their luggage up the steps.
"Yes, Dumbledore's probably waiting, I'll see you next summer Harry!" Hermione smiled and nodded, unable to wave because of the heavy bags that were weighing her down. Ron however, didn't have that much sense, and let go of his bag to wave. The trunk tumbled down the steps and sprung open on landing, clothes and books scattering.
"AUGH!!!!!!"
Harry laughed and turned to leave as Hermione set her trunk down to help Ron pick up his things. Yeah, he sure was going to miss them...
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ah, Harry, glad to see you made it," Dumbledore said as the boy in mention stepped into the room. "Your right on time. I expect you're ready?"
Harry merely nodded and gulped. Now that he was actually about to look in the mirror, he was feeling extremely nervous. Who would it be? Would she be pretty? Would it even be a she? Thoughts like this swam in circles within the young wizard's head.
"Excellent!" the old wizard clapped his hands. "Severus, if you would bring the mirror..."
The Potions Master, whom Harry hadn't even noticed was standing in the corner nearest the door, nodded once and swept out of the room, returning a few moments later with a small package wrapped in cloth. Silently Snape stepped over to the desk and handed what Harry presumed to be the mirror to the headmaster before retreating back into his corner.
"Harry, if you could step over here please."
The Boy Who Lived hesitantly walked over to the desk. He was shaking terribly. Dumbledore smiled encouragingly and gave him the mirror.
"Go on, look into it."
Cautiously he unwrapped the mirror. It was small and oval-shaped and was a pretty pale green color with gold and silver vines winding around the frame. At the top there was a beautiful green emerald and on the handle was a small pearl kanji[3] symbol. Harry peered at his refection. He waited a few moments, and the image began to blur. Slowly, a new image appeared, nearly the same as the old one. But the subtle changes were there. The hair was a bit neater, but still fashionably tousled, higher cheekbones, and of course, the missing scar. However, the main difference, the one that made Harry sure of who it was, was the eyes. They were a piercing crimson, the color of blood. Only one person had eyes like that.
Thomas Marvolo Riddle.... also known as the infamous Lord Voldemort.
*~*~*~*~*~*
To Be Continued....
Notes: Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!! I'm so evil, aren't I? Hehehe, I guess that's why I'm Slytherin. But anyways, yeah, Tom Riddle is Harry's match. The next chapter is going to take off right after this ends, and there will be some Voldie in it. Heheh, Dumbledore has a plan... but what is it? You'll just have to review so I'll put the next part up.
EXPLANATIONS AND DEFINITIONS:
[1] I really hate the word soulmate, it sounds a little to "fluffy" for me, so I'll usually be using the word perfect match instead.
[2] The word witchard is a term that means both witches and wizards.
[3] Kanji is Japanese lettering. The color white means purity, so I made the lettering in pearl. And the symbol, even tho I didn't actually say this is the chapter, is meant to be taken as the Japanese symbol for soul.
Also, I need you guys to vote on something. I'm going to pair Sevy-chan up with someone. I'm torn between three people and I really need you guys to vote in your reviews. Okay, the choices are...
1) Remus Lupin
2) Sirius Black
3) Bill Weasley
Hehe, forgive the last one, I just read this great HP/DM fic that had a Bill/Sev pairing, and now I'm addicted. ^_^" Anywho, I think that's it, except to tell you to review! So, ahem, review or else I shall gouge out your eyeballs with a spoon and make you eat moldy cheese and pickled brains for every meal of the rest of your miserable little lives!!! Mwahahaha!!!! ...Sorry, got carried away. Damn I've got to stop DOING that...
Author: Razberry
Genre: Action/Adventure
Rating: PG... will go up
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, unless you count the products. Then I own pretty much everything. :)
Warnings: None for this chappie...
Summary: Response to one of QueenStrata's challenges. Harry is staying at Hogwarts over the summer, and finds a really nifty mirror that shows whoever looks into it the person that is most like them. Now Harry has to overcome the challenges of getting along with his so called "match"... The only problem? It's none other than Tom Riddle. And what does Dumbledore have to do with this?!
Notes: Okay, well, I saw this challenge and I just couldn't help myself. I really hate it when an idea is used over and over, and this one is quite original. Actually, anything Tom/Harry is original because there are only like 10-15 fics out there that are about them. Which is really a pity, you can do all sorts of things with it...
Also, if you see a number in a set of these [] that means I have an explanation for that word or phrase at the bottom of the chapter. And since ff.net does not seem to appreciate italics, the character's thoughts will be in /these/. All annoying inner voices will speak in \these\. And since some characters have telepathic abilites, anything that is thought-spoken will be in these. Everyone got that? If not, here's the simplified version for all you idiots out there(j/k).
[] - I have an explanation for that word/phrase at the end of the chapter.
/ / - Peoples individual thoughts
\ \ - Those cute inner voices everybody loves
- Telepathic speech
" " - Regular speech
Okay, well, I think that's it. Now get on with the fic!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry Potter marched through the halls of Hogwarts with a determined look on his face. It was the day before the summer holidays, and the
black-haired wizard had made up his mind to stay at school over the summer. He was nearly 17 now, and felt it only right for him to be in charge of where he stayed. He would just explain this to Dumbledore and hope for the best. If the headmaster wouldn't let him stay at Hogwarts, then he would just have to find some other accomodation. Finally reaching the stone gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office, Harry began guessing likely passwords.
"Umm, lemon drop?" The gargoyle remained still.
"Fizzing Whizbees?" Nope.
"Chocolate Frogs?" Nuh-uh.
"Acid Pops?" Nothing.
By this time Harry was getting frustrated. "ARGH!!! Blood Pop! Sugar Quill! Peppermint Toad! Cockroach Clusters! Ice Mice!" At the last candy, the statue leapt aside revealing the passageway to the headmaster's office.
"That was it? Ice Mice? Okay, whatever..." Harry said aloud to the empty hall, wondering why Dumbledore would have picked such a password.
Remembering his goal, Harry reset the determined look on his face and walked swiftly up the staircase, past Fawkes, and up to the large doors that led to Dumbledore's office. The Boy Who Lived raised his fist to knock on the door, but before he could, it opened and Dumbledore himself stepped out.
"Ah, Harry, wonderful! I was just looking for you!" Dumbledore beamed. "There are a few things I need to discuss with you before summer break begins."
"Really?" asked Harry, bewildered at what the old wizard might need to speak to him about. "Er, I kind of needed to talk to you too."
"Excellent! Let's go into my office and discuss things, shall we?" Dumbledore turned and walked back into his office, seating himself at the large desk. He motioned for Harry to take a seat as well, and the younger boy complied.
"As I'm sure you know already, there have been an increased number of attacks by Death-Eaters as of late. Voldemort is getting stronger every day, and it won't be long before a full scale war breaks loose. Also, as Fudge is still denying every bit of proof of Voldemort's return," the headmaster's eyes darkened and he scowled, "the majority of the wizarding world will be unprepared. This is why I feel that certain measures must be taken to... shall we say, improve our chances."
Harry nodded. "Yes, I understand all of that sir, I just don't know what any of this has to do with me."
"Why, everything, my dear boy!" Dumbledore's expression brightened considerably and a triumphant gleam appeared in his blue eyes. Harry wondered what he was up to.
"It has been clear to me from the moment I met you that you were an extraordinary wizard with great potential that even now, when you are almost grown, has yet to be released. You are a very special child, Harry. You have powers that most wizards could only dream of. In fact, there are more animagi running around Britain than there are wizards with your... unique abilities. Now, as I have said, much of your power is still dormant, and has not awakened. However..." The wizened old wizard's eyes twinkled, "...there is a mirror. A magical mirror that I had not known existed until recently. It has always been a legend among our kind. It is called the Mirror of All Souls and it shows one their perfect match, their life companion, soulmate[1] if you will."
At this point Harry burst out laughing. This sounded so ridiculous! Was Dumbledore trying to set him up with somebody? The black-haired boy voiced his opinion.
"I'm sorry for laughing sir, but I don't understand. The way you say it, it sounds like you're trying to play matchmaker, not stop an evil maniac from destroying the world." Harry was still grinning.
"You'll understand soon enough. Let me finish." Harry nodded and Dumbledore continued. "When two souls that are perfectly complimentary to each other meet and recognize the other as it's match, both witchards[2] will have a substantial increase in magical ability. The untapped power within will be released, and-"
"-and you want me to look into this mirror and find my match so I can be strong enough to defeat Voldemort," Harry finished. It all made sense now.
"Yes," Dumbledore smiled. "However, to be able to train you and your match to control your powers, you would need to stay here over the summer. It would also be a wonderful opportunity for you to get to know this person. I don't suppose that you have any objections to not going home for the summer?"
"None at all! In fact, that was what I wanted to talk to you about!" Harry grinned broadly. Things were looking up. He was going to get a lot more powerful, AND he wouldn't have to go back to the Dursleys.
"Fantastic! It seems this has all worked out for the best then. I'll see you tomorrow Harry, after everyone else has left. Then you may look in the mirror."
"You have it at Hogwarts?!"
"Yes, I was lucky enough to have an adventuring friend who stumbled upon it while exploring some old Egyptian pyramids. Right now I do believe Prof. Snape is keeping it locked away in his chambers."
"Oh, alright then," Harry said, idly wondering who Snape might see if he were to look into it. "I'll see you tommorow then."
"Goodbye, Harry."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day, Harry walked with Ron and Hermione down to the Hogwarts Express. He had told them both about the mirror and what it did. Ron thought it was great that he'd be getting a girlfriend and super magical abilities all at once, while Hermione giggled and talked about how romantic it sounded to be with someone who was complimentary to you in every way.
"Well, I guess I'll see you all September 1st," Harry said, looking at his shoes. He really hated goodbyes.
"Oh, Harry, don't worry, we'll write to you plenty over the summer," Hermione reassured him.
"Yeah, and be sure to tell us who the lucky girl is," added Ron.
"How do you know it's a girl Ron? It could be a boy..." Hermione said slyly.
Harry's face went tomato red. "HERMIONE!"
"AUGH!!!" Ron cried, making a face. The brown-haired girl laughed light-heartedly.
"I was just kidding guys, lighten up!"
Giggling, she ran past Ron and toward the train, hitting the youngest Weasley boy on the head playfully as she went by. She was obviously happy to be going home for awhile. She hadn't left Hogwarts for the Easter or Winter holidays(in case there was trouble with Voldemort), and had been feeling quite homesick as of late. Ron grinned and chased after her in mock anger. Harry was glad to see his friends so excited and happy. Things had been to serious as of late, with the rise of Voldemort and all. Which reminded him....
"I should probably be heading back to the castle, the train is about to leave anyway," Harry called to the other two, who were dragging their luggage up the steps.
"Yes, Dumbledore's probably waiting, I'll see you next summer Harry!" Hermione smiled and nodded, unable to wave because of the heavy bags that were weighing her down. Ron however, didn't have that much sense, and let go of his bag to wave. The trunk tumbled down the steps and sprung open on landing, clothes and books scattering.
"AUGH!!!!!!"
Harry laughed and turned to leave as Hermione set her trunk down to help Ron pick up his things. Yeah, he sure was going to miss them...
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ah, Harry, glad to see you made it," Dumbledore said as the boy in mention stepped into the room. "Your right on time. I expect you're ready?"
Harry merely nodded and gulped. Now that he was actually about to look in the mirror, he was feeling extremely nervous. Who would it be? Would she be pretty? Would it even be a she? Thoughts like this swam in circles within the young wizard's head.
"Excellent!" the old wizard clapped his hands. "Severus, if you would bring the mirror..."
The Potions Master, whom Harry hadn't even noticed was standing in the corner nearest the door, nodded once and swept out of the room, returning a few moments later with a small package wrapped in cloth. Silently Snape stepped over to the desk and handed what Harry presumed to be the mirror to the headmaster before retreating back into his corner.
"Harry, if you could step over here please."
The Boy Who Lived hesitantly walked over to the desk. He was shaking terribly. Dumbledore smiled encouragingly and gave him the mirror.
"Go on, look into it."
Cautiously he unwrapped the mirror. It was small and oval-shaped and was a pretty pale green color with gold and silver vines winding around the frame. At the top there was a beautiful green emerald and on the handle was a small pearl kanji[3] symbol. Harry peered at his refection. He waited a few moments, and the image began to blur. Slowly, a new image appeared, nearly the same as the old one. But the subtle changes were there. The hair was a bit neater, but still fashionably tousled, higher cheekbones, and of course, the missing scar. However, the main difference, the one that made Harry sure of who it was, was the eyes. They were a piercing crimson, the color of blood. Only one person had eyes like that.
Thomas Marvolo Riddle.... also known as the infamous Lord Voldemort.
*~*~*~*~*~*
To Be Continued....
Notes: Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!! I'm so evil, aren't I? Hehehe, I guess that's why I'm Slytherin. But anyways, yeah, Tom Riddle is Harry's match. The next chapter is going to take off right after this ends, and there will be some Voldie in it. Heheh, Dumbledore has a plan... but what is it? You'll just have to review so I'll put the next part up.
EXPLANATIONS AND DEFINITIONS:
[1] I really hate the word soulmate, it sounds a little to "fluffy" for me, so I'll usually be using the word perfect match instead.
[2] The word witchard is a term that means both witches and wizards.
[3] Kanji is Japanese lettering. The color white means purity, so I made the lettering in pearl. And the symbol, even tho I didn't actually say this is the chapter, is meant to be taken as the Japanese symbol for soul.
Also, I need you guys to vote on something. I'm going to pair Sevy-chan up with someone. I'm torn between three people and I really need you guys to vote in your reviews. Okay, the choices are...
1) Remus Lupin
2) Sirius Black
3) Bill Weasley
Hehe, forgive the last one, I just read this great HP/DM fic that had a Bill/Sev pairing, and now I'm addicted. ^_^" Anywho, I think that's it, except to tell you to review! So, ahem, review or else I shall gouge out your eyeballs with a spoon and make you eat moldy cheese and pickled brains for every meal of the rest of your miserable little lives!!! Mwahahaha!!!! ...Sorry, got carried away. Damn I've got to stop DOING that...
