Title: Just Tom
Author: Razberry
Genre: Action/Adventure
Rating: PG... will go up
Disclaimer: Watashi suru nai motsu nandemo (I do not own anything at all)
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: Yay! I'm back with another installment of "Just Tom"! For those of you who are wondering who won the poll, it was Sirius. He and Remus were pretty much neck and neck, but I decided to go with Siri. Mainly because QS wanted that one, and hey, let's face it, she's the greatest and she issued the challenge, so... yeah. Also, I fixed the typos that were in the 1st chapter. I'll try better to keep those out from now on. And in this chappie, Sev & Dumbledore look into the mirror and see Tom too. That's because Harry was holding the mirror. It will show the soulmate of the person who is actually *holding* the mirror, not just looking into it. That cleared up? Good.
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 felt sick. There was no other word to describe his feelings at the moment. Except maybe horrified. Or disgusted. Or... well, you get the picture.
"Interesting," Dumbledore murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Interesting?! Interesting?!! I look into this retarded Mirror of Whatever and see the guy who murdered my parents and all you can say is INTERESTING!?!?!!" Harry yelled frustratedly, crumpling to the floor. Snape, not having been near enough to see the reflection, nearly fell over in shock.
"Voldemort?! You saw the Dark Lord in the mirror?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "That's it. Dumbledore, I am now more convinced than ever that this mirror is a crock. There is-"
Dumbledore held out a hand to stop the Potions Master from continuing. "Hush Severus. This mirror is no crock. It's as real as you or I, and we simply must deal with the situation as best we can."
"What?!" Snape's face turned an odd mix of white and green, and he looked as though he might pass out. Harry was sure he looked the same. "You mean we're still going to go through with this?!"
"Well of course," the headmaster was unusually calm. "If we didn't it would defeat the whole purpose of doing this in the first place."
"But surely there must be another way-" Harry protested weakly.
"No, I'm afraid there isn't, but I believe this may work out for the best anyway. Now I'm sure you would like some time to think, so why don't you go back to the Gryffindor dorms while Severus and I discuss a few things."
Legs shaking, Harry stood and walked slowly out of the room in a daze. As soon as the door closed, Snape rounded on the other wizard.
"What were you THINKING!? I thought this idea was stupid from the start but now... now it's just ludicrousy!!! Making the boy go through with this," he ranted. "Now don't get me wrong, I certainly don't like him, but I wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone! I'll even go so far as to say I'm tempted to owl Black! Surely you-"
Dumbledore interrupted Snape's ranting. "Sirius will know soon enough, he'll be arriving tomorrow. And I have a feeling that this arrangement will work out much better than anyone could anticipate."
"But-"
"You are dismissed Severus. I have some things I need to do at the moment and I'm sure you also have your own preparations to make."
The Potions Master didn't argue, knowing it would be futile. He swept out of the room, muttering rather nasty things under his breath. Dumbledore, however, merely smiled and turned his chair away from the door.
He needed to pay a certain Dark Wizard a visit.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Voldemort sat slumped in a high-backed armchair within the Riddle house. He was thinking. Not of Harry Potter, the boy who caused his downfall, nor of ways to take over the wizarding world. He was thinking of his past life. Of Tom.
'I used to be so handsome,' he mused as he gazed at a portrait of his younger self. 'Now look at me. I'm hideous. Why in the name of Merlin did I choose this over my past beauty?' Needless to say, the Dark Lord was in a sour mood, even more so than usual.
The portrait winked at him and went back to checking it's nails for any grime. Voldemort scowled even more than usual. He had always been rather vain as Tom. It had been so long ago since he had been that way that he now thought of himself and the Riddle boy as two entirely different people. Before he could sink any further into the depths of depression, there was a knock at the door.
Voldemort straightened himself in his chair. "Enter."
The heavy oak door opened and a hooded figure swept into the room. The Dark Lord knew it was not one of his followers, for the person did not bow when they entered. There was only one other person who could have possibly known where he was.
"Albus," Voldemort sneered. "What a pleasant surprise. What purpose could be so great that you would risk your pitiful life to see me?"
"All will be explained," Dumbledore said hollowly, voice devoid of emotion. "I have come to speak about Harry Potter. However, this is a rather long tale."
The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow. The Potter boy? Surely they weren't giving up? No, the stubborn headmaster would never do something like that. He was planning something. But until he found out what it was, Voldemort would be content to listen to what the old fool had to say. "Go on then, I have plenty of time." Deciding to play the part of the gracious host, he asked Dumbledore, "Perhaps you would like some tea?"
The headmaster smiled beneath his cloak. This was working out perfectly. "Certainly. I was just going to suggest the same."
At hearing this, one hooded Death Eater that had been standing in the shadows left the room to retrieve the drink. A few moments later, he returned with the tray. After bowing and giving one to his master, he stepped over and gave another cup to the Hogwart's headmaster.
"Now then, I suppose I should get on with what I came for."
"Yes, you should, before I decide that it's unimportant and have you killed," Voldemort said before taking a sip of his drink. His eyes widened suddenly and he went into a wild coughing fit before passing out. Dumbledore pulled down the cloak of his hood and walked over to where the unconcious wizard was lying sprawled in the chair. He sprinkled a bit of glowing gold powder onto the motionless body and waited.
There was a sudden, bright flash of white light and where the great Dark Lord had been, there was now a sixteen year old boy. A boy named Tom Riddle.
***END! Nah, just kidding, I'm not that mean you guys!***
"The first task is done," Dumbledore said, staring down at the handsome young wizard. The Death Eater that had served the drinks came up to stand next to the headmaster. Pulling of his mask, he was revealed to be none other than Severus Snape.
"You know that this won't make a difference to Potter, he's encountered the Dark Lord in this form as well and-"
"-and you need to have a bit more faith me than this," Dumbledore finished. "That powder, called Blue Moon Dust, is an extremely rare dust that can be gotten only from twin pixies that have been born at midnight during a blue moon. It did not just change his appearance, it actually turned him back into his old self. He will remember nothing that happened to him after the age of 16. However, there is a downside to this Blue Moon Dust. It literally divides the evil from the good in a person. What we have here is the good half. His evil side is still out there, which is why we must go on with the plan."
Snape blinked. "Oh."
"Now let's move this boy back to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore grinned. "He does, after all, still have one more year to complete."
"What?!" Snape yelled. "You mean he's going to be taking classes too!"
"Of course, he's only 16. The dust also makes him forget any knowledge he gained. So really, he needs to complete the 7th year curriculum."
"Great. Just peachy." The Potions Master sighed, knowing it was no use to argue, and picked up Tom before apparating away. Dumbledore smiled once more at the empty room before following.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry awoke feeling ill and disoriented. He had fallen asleep crying. What was he supposed to do?! And how could Dumbledore be so calm about this?! He really needed Hermione and Ron right now, and desperately wished they were there. A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts.
"Potter?" It was Snape. Apperently the crabby Potions Master and Dumbledore were the only teachers besides Binns that were there for the summer.
"Go away." Harry called. He really didn't want to see anyone at the moment, unless they were Ron or Hermione.
"Potter, the headmaster requests your presence immediately. I suggest you go. It may help a bit," the older wizard said. He sounded almost... concerned. Very un-Snape-ish.
"Fine. I'll be there in a minute," the Boy Who Lived answered dully. He was feeling to terrible to protest too much. The sound of fading footsteps signaled that Snape had left.
Getting up, Harry looked in the mirror. It clucked at him and said, "Oh deary, you look dreadful!"
"Shut up," he muttered back. But it was right, he did look awful. His eyed were red and puffy, cheeks tear-stained, and skin even paler than normal and rather sickly-looking. Sighing again, he shuffled to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face before heading to Dumbledore's office.
Upon enetering the large room, the first thing Harry noticed was that Dumbledore and Snape were hovering over a figure lying on a cot in the far corner of the room. Laying on the cot was a boy. Tom Riddle.
"What is he doing here?" Harry snarled, temper flaring again.
"Now Harry, calm down, I-"
"Calm down?! How can I calm down!"
"Harry, listen-"
"No! I will not listen! I-"
"POTTER!!!" Snape yelled, effectively silencing Harry. "Shut up and listen for a moment so you know what to expect when he wakes up."
Harry nodded and Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak when there was a stirring on the cot and the sixteen year old sat up, crimson eyes blinking rapidly.
"Huh, Professor Dumbledore? Why are we in Headmaster Dippet's office? What happened?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
To Be Continued....
Notes: And that, folks, is chapter 2. So how'd you like it? I don't think it was a good as chapter one, mainly because I wasn't sure how to do this and just made it up as I went, but it had to happen. I'm glad, however, to be through with that part. Nextime, things are explained, at least partially, to Harry and Tom. Also, we have the new DADA teacher make an appearance! A cookie to whoever gets it right!
*~*~*~*~*~*
And a big thanks to everyone who reviewed....
The Plot Bunny Whisperer - Glad you agree with me, and soultwin is really a neat sounding word. Maybe I'll uise that one some too....
shadwmage7 - Wow! You read my mind! I had already been planning to make two seperate people when I read you review! Well, you know what they say, great minds think alike....
Heyhey
Jessica Black - This soon enough?
Chris - I luv Bill/Sev too, but they're obviously not as popular as Siri/Sev or Remy/Sev. Maybe I'll write a different fic focusing on Bill/Sev.
Death Eater
**** - ...nice name...
Verilous Vixen - I hate cliffies too... just not when I write them. (PS-Write more of that Camp Slash!)
Margaret
Nereid - Bill/Remy? That's a new one for me, but maybe...
Kyoko
Svein Snape
Kandra
- Hey, whoever you are, leave a name nextime please.
lise - Sorry, but most people liked Siri/Sev. I hope you still keep reading, because the focus will not be on them, they'll just be a side couple. I'll make Siri/Remy ex-lovers, okay?
Aria
Nagini - Don't worry, you're not the only one who loves too many ships...
deadredsocks - Yep! I am an evil bitch aren't I? *grins proudly*
QueenStrata - I'm sooo happy you're pleased with this! I have no idea how this is going to turn out, and I hope you continue to enjoy it. And I'm so sorry(and pissed) that MFB was taken off ff.net. And I hope you have time to make MSB too. Best wishes to you! (PS-I really need to find time to make some fanart for your fics)
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Well, I think that's it! Be sure and review people! My threat from chapter one still stands! *manages to hold back evil laugh* YES! I did it! I managed not to laugh evilly at the end of a fic! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! .... Aw, DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!
Author: Razberry
Genre: Action/Adventure
Rating: PG... will go up
Disclaimer: Watashi suru nai motsu nandemo (I do not own anything at all)
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: Yay! I'm back with another installment of "Just Tom"! For those of you who are wondering who won the poll, it was Sirius. He and Remus were pretty much neck and neck, but I decided to go with Siri. Mainly because QS wanted that one, and hey, let's face it, she's the greatest and she issued the challenge, so... yeah. Also, I fixed the typos that were in the 1st chapter. I'll try better to keep those out from now on. And in this chappie, Sev & Dumbledore look into the mirror and see Tom too. That's because Harry was holding the mirror. It will show the soulmate of the person who is actually *holding* the mirror, not just looking into it. That cleared up? Good.
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 felt sick. There was no other word to describe his feelings at the moment. Except maybe horrified. Or disgusted. Or... well, you get the picture.
"Interesting," Dumbledore murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Interesting?! Interesting?!! I look into this retarded Mirror of Whatever and see the guy who murdered my parents and all you can say is INTERESTING!?!?!!" Harry yelled frustratedly, crumpling to the floor. Snape, not having been near enough to see the reflection, nearly fell over in shock.
"Voldemort?! You saw the Dark Lord in the mirror?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "That's it. Dumbledore, I am now more convinced than ever that this mirror is a crock. There is-"
Dumbledore held out a hand to stop the Potions Master from continuing. "Hush Severus. This mirror is no crock. It's as real as you or I, and we simply must deal with the situation as best we can."
"What?!" Snape's face turned an odd mix of white and green, and he looked as though he might pass out. Harry was sure he looked the same. "You mean we're still going to go through with this?!"
"Well of course," the headmaster was unusually calm. "If we didn't it would defeat the whole purpose of doing this in the first place."
"But surely there must be another way-" Harry protested weakly.
"No, I'm afraid there isn't, but I believe this may work out for the best anyway. Now I'm sure you would like some time to think, so why don't you go back to the Gryffindor dorms while Severus and I discuss a few things."
Legs shaking, Harry stood and walked slowly out of the room in a daze. As soon as the door closed, Snape rounded on the other wizard.
"What were you THINKING!? I thought this idea was stupid from the start but now... now it's just ludicrousy!!! Making the boy go through with this," he ranted. "Now don't get me wrong, I certainly don't like him, but I wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone! I'll even go so far as to say I'm tempted to owl Black! Surely you-"
Dumbledore interrupted Snape's ranting. "Sirius will know soon enough, he'll be arriving tomorrow. And I have a feeling that this arrangement will work out much better than anyone could anticipate."
"But-"
"You are dismissed Severus. I have some things I need to do at the moment and I'm sure you also have your own preparations to make."
The Potions Master didn't argue, knowing it would be futile. He swept out of the room, muttering rather nasty things under his breath. Dumbledore, however, merely smiled and turned his chair away from the door.
He needed to pay a certain Dark Wizard a visit.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Voldemort sat slumped in a high-backed armchair within the Riddle house. He was thinking. Not of Harry Potter, the boy who caused his downfall, nor of ways to take over the wizarding world. He was thinking of his past life. Of Tom.
'I used to be so handsome,' he mused as he gazed at a portrait of his younger self. 'Now look at me. I'm hideous. Why in the name of Merlin did I choose this over my past beauty?' Needless to say, the Dark Lord was in a sour mood, even more so than usual.
The portrait winked at him and went back to checking it's nails for any grime. Voldemort scowled even more than usual. He had always been rather vain as Tom. It had been so long ago since he had been that way that he now thought of himself and the Riddle boy as two entirely different people. Before he could sink any further into the depths of depression, there was a knock at the door.
Voldemort straightened himself in his chair. "Enter."
The heavy oak door opened and a hooded figure swept into the room. The Dark Lord knew it was not one of his followers, for the person did not bow when they entered. There was only one other person who could have possibly known where he was.
"Albus," Voldemort sneered. "What a pleasant surprise. What purpose could be so great that you would risk your pitiful life to see me?"
"All will be explained," Dumbledore said hollowly, voice devoid of emotion. "I have come to speak about Harry Potter. However, this is a rather long tale."
The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow. The Potter boy? Surely they weren't giving up? No, the stubborn headmaster would never do something like that. He was planning something. But until he found out what it was, Voldemort would be content to listen to what the old fool had to say. "Go on then, I have plenty of time." Deciding to play the part of the gracious host, he asked Dumbledore, "Perhaps you would like some tea?"
The headmaster smiled beneath his cloak. This was working out perfectly. "Certainly. I was just going to suggest the same."
At hearing this, one hooded Death Eater that had been standing in the shadows left the room to retrieve the drink. A few moments later, he returned with the tray. After bowing and giving one to his master, he stepped over and gave another cup to the Hogwart's headmaster.
"Now then, I suppose I should get on with what I came for."
"Yes, you should, before I decide that it's unimportant and have you killed," Voldemort said before taking a sip of his drink. His eyes widened suddenly and he went into a wild coughing fit before passing out. Dumbledore pulled down the cloak of his hood and walked over to where the unconcious wizard was lying sprawled in the chair. He sprinkled a bit of glowing gold powder onto the motionless body and waited.
There was a sudden, bright flash of white light and where the great Dark Lord had been, there was now a sixteen year old boy. A boy named Tom Riddle.
***END! Nah, just kidding, I'm not that mean you guys!***
"The first task is done," Dumbledore said, staring down at the handsome young wizard. The Death Eater that had served the drinks came up to stand next to the headmaster. Pulling of his mask, he was revealed to be none other than Severus Snape.
"You know that this won't make a difference to Potter, he's encountered the Dark Lord in this form as well and-"
"-and you need to have a bit more faith me than this," Dumbledore finished. "That powder, called Blue Moon Dust, is an extremely rare dust that can be gotten only from twin pixies that have been born at midnight during a blue moon. It did not just change his appearance, it actually turned him back into his old self. He will remember nothing that happened to him after the age of 16. However, there is a downside to this Blue Moon Dust. It literally divides the evil from the good in a person. What we have here is the good half. His evil side is still out there, which is why we must go on with the plan."
Snape blinked. "Oh."
"Now let's move this boy back to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore grinned. "He does, after all, still have one more year to complete."
"What?!" Snape yelled. "You mean he's going to be taking classes too!"
"Of course, he's only 16. The dust also makes him forget any knowledge he gained. So really, he needs to complete the 7th year curriculum."
"Great. Just peachy." The Potions Master sighed, knowing it was no use to argue, and picked up Tom before apparating away. Dumbledore smiled once more at the empty room before following.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry awoke feeling ill and disoriented. He had fallen asleep crying. What was he supposed to do?! And how could Dumbledore be so calm about this?! He really needed Hermione and Ron right now, and desperately wished they were there. A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts.
"Potter?" It was Snape. Apperently the crabby Potions Master and Dumbledore were the only teachers besides Binns that were there for the summer.
"Go away." Harry called. He really didn't want to see anyone at the moment, unless they were Ron or Hermione.
"Potter, the headmaster requests your presence immediately. I suggest you go. It may help a bit," the older wizard said. He sounded almost... concerned. Very un-Snape-ish.
"Fine. I'll be there in a minute," the Boy Who Lived answered dully. He was feeling to terrible to protest too much. The sound of fading footsteps signaled that Snape had left.
Getting up, Harry looked in the mirror. It clucked at him and said, "Oh deary, you look dreadful!"
"Shut up," he muttered back. But it was right, he did look awful. His eyed were red and puffy, cheeks tear-stained, and skin even paler than normal and rather sickly-looking. Sighing again, he shuffled to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face before heading to Dumbledore's office.
Upon enetering the large room, the first thing Harry noticed was that Dumbledore and Snape were hovering over a figure lying on a cot in the far corner of the room. Laying on the cot was a boy. Tom Riddle.
"What is he doing here?" Harry snarled, temper flaring again.
"Now Harry, calm down, I-"
"Calm down?! How can I calm down!"
"Harry, listen-"
"No! I will not listen! I-"
"POTTER!!!" Snape yelled, effectively silencing Harry. "Shut up and listen for a moment so you know what to expect when he wakes up."
Harry nodded and Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak when there was a stirring on the cot and the sixteen year old sat up, crimson eyes blinking rapidly.
"Huh, Professor Dumbledore? Why are we in Headmaster Dippet's office? What happened?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
To Be Continued....
Notes: And that, folks, is chapter 2. So how'd you like it? I don't think it was a good as chapter one, mainly because I wasn't sure how to do this and just made it up as I went, but it had to happen. I'm glad, however, to be through with that part. Nextime, things are explained, at least partially, to Harry and Tom. Also, we have the new DADA teacher make an appearance! A cookie to whoever gets it right!
*~*~*~*~*~*
And a big thanks to everyone who reviewed....
The Plot Bunny Whisperer - Glad you agree with me, and soultwin is really a neat sounding word. Maybe I'll uise that one some too....
shadwmage7 - Wow! You read my mind! I had already been planning to make two seperate people when I read you review! Well, you know what they say, great minds think alike....
Heyhey
Jessica Black - This soon enough?
Chris - I luv Bill/Sev too, but they're obviously not as popular as Siri/Sev or Remy/Sev. Maybe I'll write a different fic focusing on Bill/Sev.
Death Eater
**** - ...nice name...
Verilous Vixen - I hate cliffies too... just not when I write them. (PS-Write more of that Camp Slash!)
Margaret
Nereid - Bill/Remy? That's a new one for me, but maybe...
Kyoko
Svein Snape
Kandra
- Hey, whoever you are, leave a name nextime please.
lise - Sorry, but most people liked Siri/Sev. I hope you still keep reading, because the focus will not be on them, they'll just be a side couple. I'll make Siri/Remy ex-lovers, okay?
Aria
Nagini - Don't worry, you're not the only one who loves too many ships...
deadredsocks - Yep! I am an evil bitch aren't I? *grins proudly*
QueenStrata - I'm sooo happy you're pleased with this! I have no idea how this is going to turn out, and I hope you continue to enjoy it. And I'm so sorry(and pissed) that MFB was taken off ff.net. And I hope you have time to make MSB too. Best wishes to you! (PS-I really need to find time to make some fanart for your fics)
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Well, I think that's it! Be sure and review people! My threat from chapter one still stands! *manages to hold back evil laugh* YES! I did it! I managed not to laugh evilly at the end of a fic! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! .... Aw, DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!
