So for my reviewers . . .
Moon Fairy2: Your review is the present! ^_^ So thanks! The romance is going to come pretty soon I think . . . after Harry gets to enter Tom's circle of friends.
Wanderingwolf: LOL! I know! ^_^ But I hope you like it!
Morgan: Thanks! I'm glad you like it. I got scared people wouldn't really read a Tom/Harry, but you prove me wrong! ^_^
JadeDawn: LOL! Thanks! And I will try to update faster. It's just that I have so much homework -_-
Kionala: Thanks!
Lina Inverse the Dramata: Yeah, I like making Harry look stupid ^_^ The Tom/Harry will come in a little while! Patience is a virtue! (I don't have it, though) ^_^
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Chapter 6:
Tom quickly erased the letters when he saw Harry looking at him that way. He rose from his place, picked up his books and walked away as quickly as possible, before Harry could say or do anything else.
Harry didn't move for a while, simply watching the area where the letters had spelled the Dark Lord's name . . . well, Tom's name.
He sighed and rose from his seat, slowly walking towards the exit.
So this was how Tom had figured out his name spelled 'I am Lord Voldemort'. He shook his head. Tom was becoming evil even through his defective memories.
"This is so strange," he whispered to himself, watching his feet as he paced through the empty hallways.
He passed statues he didn't remember seeing in his time, classes he thought didn't exist and rooms that weren't supposed to be there, and it only made him know that he didn't belong here. He wanted to go back to his time, to see his friends, to go back to school where Voldemort couldn't get him.
~In theory, I'm safe here,~ he said, smiling. ~Tom doesn't know me . . . doesn't remember me.~
His smile disappeared, remembering that it wasn't an especially good thing.
~Tomorrow e'll be an opportunity to get closer to him,~ he thought. ~Maybe I'll get him to open up a little bit.~
~~~
"You're early," Harry mocked, leaning on the wall near the Great Hall, at five thirty on Sunday morning.
Tom glared at him from the stairs, his hand gliding down to the pocket in which his wand was.
"You're very, very lucky," he hissed. "Lucky professor Dippet has an eye on you. And no, I'm not early. I have a pet to feed."
Harry's face lost its colors as Tom walked away through another staircase, evidently going to the girl's bathroom in which the passageway leading to the Secret Chamber could be found. He was going to feed the Basilisk.
Harry pushed the thought out of his head and started turning in circles.
~He'll stop going when he sees Dumbledore has an eye on him,~ he thought. ~But when, exactly? And Am I going to be able to make him open up to me?~
Unanswered questions ran through his head for the next thirty or so minutes, until Tom came back.
Harry simply stood there, watching him, waiting for him to say something. The only problem was that he didn't.
Tom simply walked towards the door, Harry thinking that the only solution was to follow him. They walked through the grounds, pass the Forbidden Forest, the lake and the Quidditch field, pass the cot that was going to become Hagrid's hut in the nearby future, and finally arrived at the train station. Tom, who still hadn't said a word, walked through the bridge and it is only there he turned around to see if Harry was still following him. To his exasperation, he was.
Harry didn't really feel like talking so he simply kept on following the Slytherin through Hogsmade, until they arrived in front of the shop that was going to be Zonko's joke shop in the future. A the moment, it looked like a souvenir boutique.
"Hum . . . what are we doing here?" Harry asked timidly.
Tom rolled his eyes.
"Ever heard of Floo powder?" he said, a bit sarcastically.
Harry really felt like saying a bad comment about his remark but decided not to do so, remembering that he did want to get on the young Voldemort's good side.
"Well we're using it to get to Diagon Alley," Tom continued.
Harry followed him inside the shop called 'The traveler's stop', where they easily got to use the fireplace, after Tom showed the tiered owner the note the headmaster had given him.
"Quite 'early to get yer' school supplies," he said, his accent making Harry think of Hagrid. "The stores only open at eight, anyhow."
Tom waved his hand, as if pushing that comment away, and marched into the fireplace, a handful of floo powder in his right hand.
"Diagon Alley," he clearly said, throwing the powder to the ground.
Harry waited a few seconds before doing the exact same thing.
He appeared right in the middle of Diagon Alley, in front of a very large fireplace wizards were one by one entering and exiting. Tom was already on his feet, brushing the soot off his robes.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked impatiently. "Get up!"
Harry obeyed, grumbling complainingly.
He followed Tom through the small crowd gathered around the fireplace and saw that there wasn't anyone else in the alley this early in the morning. He saw that the people in front of the fireplace were evidently functioning for the Ministry of Magic and were simply going to the bank before going to work.
Harry caught up with the young Voldemort and walked by his side all the way up to Gringotts. He saw that the interior hadn't changed one bit and that the goblins were just as grumpy.
"Yes?" the one in front of which Tom had stopped said from behind his little counter.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle would like to withdraw a certain amount of money in order to buy his school supplies," he said, as if he had memorized that whole phrase since he had left school.
~Does he often speak in the third person?~ Harry thought, sniggering interiorly.
"Of course, of course," the goblin told Tom, taking the key he had just deposited on the counter. "Oarlock!"
A second goblin came trotting forwards.
"Take mister Riddle down to his safe, please," the first said.
Tom walked away, following the second goblin, completely ignoring Harry that just stood there in front of the goblin's counter. He turned to him embarrassedly.
"Hum . . . my name's Harry Potter?" he said tentatively, trying to see if the goblin would have a reaction.
He didn't and just stared at Harry through his rectangular spectacles.
"I have an account here," Harry said. "Well, I did before . . . euh . . . I don't have a key, though."
The goblin sighed.
"FLACKLEY!" he yelled at the other end of the room.
Another goblin came walking forwards, this one being young and probably inexperienced.
"Look in the lost and found," the first goblin told Flackley. "His name is Harry Potter."
Harry decided to follow Flackley and ended up in front of a counted behind which were plies and piles of objects of all sorts. Hats and books, clothes and bags of galleons and many, many other objects all having a white tag with a name and number.
Soon enough, Flackley came back.
"We did not have time to go down to your safe, mister Potter," he said. "Would you like to retrieve your things now?"
"What?" Harry asked, not understanding what the goblin was telling him.
Instead of answering, Flackley slammed an object on the table. He immediately recognized it as his Firebolt.
"What is it doing here?" he immediately asked, grabbing it to see if it was real.
"We didn't have time to bring it down to your safe," the goblin said. "We had a jam in the dividing section. Everything you see there was supposed to be brought down to safes in the lower levels. But all the goblins supposed to do that are on strike."
"But I thought no goblin was allowed to go into other people's safe," Harry said, frowning.
"Yes we are, when we have their signed permission, of course," Flackley said. "And we have yours."
Harry saw the paper he was holding and recognized it as the one he had signed in the real world.
~What the hell is going on?~ he thought. ~How come my safe exists? How come I have my Firebolt?~
"C- . . . can I pull out some money?" he asked.
"Yes but you can't go down to your safe. The section in which your safe is, is closed down because of the strike. Other goblins are brining back things in that section," he said, pointing at the pile of objects behind him. "you'll need to sign this paper and write down that you are taking out the amount of money you want. We'll take the money out of your safe later, and we'll give you the bank's money."
"Okay," Harry said, writing down his name on the paper and that he wanted to withdraw 50 galleons.
Flackley gave him the money and took the paper away and told him that he could go.
Eyeing his broom and his bag and money, Harry sighed. Things were getting complicated.
~~~
Tom was very surprised, but tried to hide it, to see that Harry had managed to get money.
"Where did you get that broom?" he immediately asked.
"Hum . . . my godfather gave it to me. He makes brooms and he gave me one to test," Harry said. ". . . What broom is the fastest, up to date."
"I'll show you," Tom said, walking towards the Quidditch supply shop.
Harry saw a Thunderblast displayed in the shop window.
"It was made three years ago and is still the fastest model," Tom said casually. "I have one."
Harry observed it for a moment but was pulled out of his daydreaming a few moments later.
"Here is your list," Tom said, handing him a sheet of paper. "Go get your potions instruments. I already have mine. I'll go get my books and I'll meet you there."
"O-okay, Tom," Harry said, walking away.
Tom had stiffened when Harry had called him by his name but had immediately started walking away, shaking his head.
Harry waited a good fifteen minutes before the salesman arrived to open the door of the shop.
"First customer of the day," the old man had said. "What can I get for ya?"
Harry had showed him his list and had bought the best potion cauldron, powders and test tubes, liquids and plant extracts.
At the end, he had used 5 galleons, sixteen sickles and five knuts. A lot less than what he would have paid in the real world, and so he deducted that the prices were lower in the past.
Harry didn't find Tom in the bookshop and so proceeded to buy his books without him. He then got a new telescope for astronomy class, tea leaves for divination, dragon hide gloves and a coat for herbology, a new uniform set and a couple other things.
It was around eleven and he still hadn't found Tom and was starting to wonder if he had left without him.
~That could be possible,~ Harry thought.
But right then he saw the young Dark Lord come out of Knockturn Alley, placing a book in his already full school bags.
Harry ran up to him.
"Where were you?" he asked.
Tom looked annoyed.
"I waited for you a long time and you never came so I went to buy the rest of my things alone," he said coldly. "I could report this to Dippet, you know."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I'm the one that waited for you, Tom," he said. "And what were you doing in Knockturn Alley, anyways?"
Tom's face lost its small colors.
"I wasn't in there for my sake, Potter," he snapped. "I was looking for you. Since you never came to Diagon Alley before, I'm sure you could have walked right in there."
Harry shook his head, knowing that he was lying.
Tom sneered and rolled his eyes.
"Come now," he said. "We're going to the Leaky Cauldron."
Harry followed him to the brick wall, watched him tap his wand against the right bricks, opening the passageway. He followed him inside and found it exactly the same way he knew it.
"A butterbeer," Tom asked at the counter.
"One for me too, please," Harry added.
They waited in silence for their drinks to come. The bartender gave them two uncapped bottles and went back to his business.
"So, who are you, really?" Tom asked. "And don't lie."
"Then don't ask me that question," Harry said slyly.
To his surprise, he saw the young Dark Lord's lips form a smile.
They finished their drinks in silence, both staring in front of them. Finally, Harry turned around and inspected the rest of the bar. It was empty, some chairs still being on top of tables, and a lady was passing a mop on the floor.
"Hey, let's go in the muggle world!" Harry asked excitedly.
Tom gave him a look and sighed.
"What's the point?" he asked.
"I just want to see! Come on!" Harry said. "Well I'm going and what would Dippet say if I got lost or hurt there when you were drinking here?"
Tom glared at him.
"Fine, I'll go with you but don't you EVER try to threaten me," he hissed, making shivers run along Harry's spine.
Tom lazily got up and asked the bartender if he could keep an eye on their bags as he paid for his drink. Harry left ten sickles and two knuts on the table and headed towards the door.
"Potter!" Tom said. "Take your cloak off!"
Harry looked down at his clothes and decided that it would be a good idea, and so took off his wizard's cloak, just like Tom did.
He stepped outside and was momentarily blinded by the strong luminosity the sun was giving. He felt Tom close the door behind him and started walking.
He walked and walked, passed at least four to five streets, looking at what the stores were displaying and the people that passed him. Their clothing style was very different.
"Let's go back, Potter," Tom said. "You're going too far . . . hum . . . wait here a moment."
And Tom walked away before Harry had time to ask where he was going. He waited five, ten, fifteen minutes before seeing him come back, manipulating a black book he had just bought. He slipped it in his pocket when he reached Harry's level.
"Come on, let's go," he muttered, walking back towards the Leaky Cauldron.
Frowning, Harry looked around and saw a sign saying that Tom had just come from Vauxhall Road. Somehow, he knew that mean something.
~I heard that street name before,~ he thought. ~But where?~
He followed Tom, eyeing curiously the pocket he had placed the black book in.
~THE DIARY!~ he thought. ~Vauxhall Road was the name of he place he had bought it!~
~~~
The trip back to Hogwarts was silent, as Harry thought of what was happening. Tom had bought a diary, and so was thinking of placing his memories in it. He had a safe at Gringotts, even if he wasn't supposed to. He had his Firebolt with him, but he had placed it in his safe before going to the Malfoy residence. What was going on?
Back at the school, Harry did not see Tom until the first of September, in the Great Hall. Tom was sitting at the Slytherin table with many other Slytherins, and he was up front, just as professor Dippet had asked him, ready to place the sorting hat on his head.
~I'll be in Griffindor and getting close to Tom will be even harder,~ Harry thought. ~Why do I have to go through all this? I just want to go home!~
He didn't listen to what professor Dippet was saying until it was his turn too try on the hat, after all the first years had passed.
He sat on the stool and felt the sorting hat being placed on his head. A few seconds passed but he didn't hear any voice talk to him.
~Hello?~ he thought. ~Sorting Hat?~
But not a sound was heard. To his horror, he heard what the hat yelled.
"SLYTHERIN!" he said.
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There you go! ^_^ Many other surprises awaits him but I didn't want to fit others in this chapter.
Please tell me what you think! Review!
Moon Fairy2: Your review is the present! ^_^ So thanks! The romance is going to come pretty soon I think . . . after Harry gets to enter Tom's circle of friends.
Wanderingwolf: LOL! I know! ^_^ But I hope you like it!
Morgan: Thanks! I'm glad you like it. I got scared people wouldn't really read a Tom/Harry, but you prove me wrong! ^_^
JadeDawn: LOL! Thanks! And I will try to update faster. It's just that I have so much homework -_-
Kionala: Thanks!
Lina Inverse the Dramata: Yeah, I like making Harry look stupid ^_^ The Tom/Harry will come in a little while! Patience is a virtue! (I don't have it, though) ^_^
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Chapter 6:
Tom quickly erased the letters when he saw Harry looking at him that way. He rose from his place, picked up his books and walked away as quickly as possible, before Harry could say or do anything else.
Harry didn't move for a while, simply watching the area where the letters had spelled the Dark Lord's name . . . well, Tom's name.
He sighed and rose from his seat, slowly walking towards the exit.
So this was how Tom had figured out his name spelled 'I am Lord Voldemort'. He shook his head. Tom was becoming evil even through his defective memories.
"This is so strange," he whispered to himself, watching his feet as he paced through the empty hallways.
He passed statues he didn't remember seeing in his time, classes he thought didn't exist and rooms that weren't supposed to be there, and it only made him know that he didn't belong here. He wanted to go back to his time, to see his friends, to go back to school where Voldemort couldn't get him.
~In theory, I'm safe here,~ he said, smiling. ~Tom doesn't know me . . . doesn't remember me.~
His smile disappeared, remembering that it wasn't an especially good thing.
~Tomorrow e'll be an opportunity to get closer to him,~ he thought. ~Maybe I'll get him to open up a little bit.~
~~~
"You're early," Harry mocked, leaning on the wall near the Great Hall, at five thirty on Sunday morning.
Tom glared at him from the stairs, his hand gliding down to the pocket in which his wand was.
"You're very, very lucky," he hissed. "Lucky professor Dippet has an eye on you. And no, I'm not early. I have a pet to feed."
Harry's face lost its colors as Tom walked away through another staircase, evidently going to the girl's bathroom in which the passageway leading to the Secret Chamber could be found. He was going to feed the Basilisk.
Harry pushed the thought out of his head and started turning in circles.
~He'll stop going when he sees Dumbledore has an eye on him,~ he thought. ~But when, exactly? And Am I going to be able to make him open up to me?~
Unanswered questions ran through his head for the next thirty or so minutes, until Tom came back.
Harry simply stood there, watching him, waiting for him to say something. The only problem was that he didn't.
Tom simply walked towards the door, Harry thinking that the only solution was to follow him. They walked through the grounds, pass the Forbidden Forest, the lake and the Quidditch field, pass the cot that was going to become Hagrid's hut in the nearby future, and finally arrived at the train station. Tom, who still hadn't said a word, walked through the bridge and it is only there he turned around to see if Harry was still following him. To his exasperation, he was.
Harry didn't really feel like talking so he simply kept on following the Slytherin through Hogsmade, until they arrived in front of the shop that was going to be Zonko's joke shop in the future. A the moment, it looked like a souvenir boutique.
"Hum . . . what are we doing here?" Harry asked timidly.
Tom rolled his eyes.
"Ever heard of Floo powder?" he said, a bit sarcastically.
Harry really felt like saying a bad comment about his remark but decided not to do so, remembering that he did want to get on the young Voldemort's good side.
"Well we're using it to get to Diagon Alley," Tom continued.
Harry followed him inside the shop called 'The traveler's stop', where they easily got to use the fireplace, after Tom showed the tiered owner the note the headmaster had given him.
"Quite 'early to get yer' school supplies," he said, his accent making Harry think of Hagrid. "The stores only open at eight, anyhow."
Tom waved his hand, as if pushing that comment away, and marched into the fireplace, a handful of floo powder in his right hand.
"Diagon Alley," he clearly said, throwing the powder to the ground.
Harry waited a few seconds before doing the exact same thing.
He appeared right in the middle of Diagon Alley, in front of a very large fireplace wizards were one by one entering and exiting. Tom was already on his feet, brushing the soot off his robes.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked impatiently. "Get up!"
Harry obeyed, grumbling complainingly.
He followed Tom through the small crowd gathered around the fireplace and saw that there wasn't anyone else in the alley this early in the morning. He saw that the people in front of the fireplace were evidently functioning for the Ministry of Magic and were simply going to the bank before going to work.
Harry caught up with the young Voldemort and walked by his side all the way up to Gringotts. He saw that the interior hadn't changed one bit and that the goblins were just as grumpy.
"Yes?" the one in front of which Tom had stopped said from behind his little counter.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle would like to withdraw a certain amount of money in order to buy his school supplies," he said, as if he had memorized that whole phrase since he had left school.
~Does he often speak in the third person?~ Harry thought, sniggering interiorly.
"Of course, of course," the goblin told Tom, taking the key he had just deposited on the counter. "Oarlock!"
A second goblin came trotting forwards.
"Take mister Riddle down to his safe, please," the first said.
Tom walked away, following the second goblin, completely ignoring Harry that just stood there in front of the goblin's counter. He turned to him embarrassedly.
"Hum . . . my name's Harry Potter?" he said tentatively, trying to see if the goblin would have a reaction.
He didn't and just stared at Harry through his rectangular spectacles.
"I have an account here," Harry said. "Well, I did before . . . euh . . . I don't have a key, though."
The goblin sighed.
"FLACKLEY!" he yelled at the other end of the room.
Another goblin came walking forwards, this one being young and probably inexperienced.
"Look in the lost and found," the first goblin told Flackley. "His name is Harry Potter."
Harry decided to follow Flackley and ended up in front of a counted behind which were plies and piles of objects of all sorts. Hats and books, clothes and bags of galleons and many, many other objects all having a white tag with a name and number.
Soon enough, Flackley came back.
"We did not have time to go down to your safe, mister Potter," he said. "Would you like to retrieve your things now?"
"What?" Harry asked, not understanding what the goblin was telling him.
Instead of answering, Flackley slammed an object on the table. He immediately recognized it as his Firebolt.
"What is it doing here?" he immediately asked, grabbing it to see if it was real.
"We didn't have time to bring it down to your safe," the goblin said. "We had a jam in the dividing section. Everything you see there was supposed to be brought down to safes in the lower levels. But all the goblins supposed to do that are on strike."
"But I thought no goblin was allowed to go into other people's safe," Harry said, frowning.
"Yes we are, when we have their signed permission, of course," Flackley said. "And we have yours."
Harry saw the paper he was holding and recognized it as the one he had signed in the real world.
~What the hell is going on?~ he thought. ~How come my safe exists? How come I have my Firebolt?~
"C- . . . can I pull out some money?" he asked.
"Yes but you can't go down to your safe. The section in which your safe is, is closed down because of the strike. Other goblins are brining back things in that section," he said, pointing at the pile of objects behind him. "you'll need to sign this paper and write down that you are taking out the amount of money you want. We'll take the money out of your safe later, and we'll give you the bank's money."
"Okay," Harry said, writing down his name on the paper and that he wanted to withdraw 50 galleons.
Flackley gave him the money and took the paper away and told him that he could go.
Eyeing his broom and his bag and money, Harry sighed. Things were getting complicated.
~~~
Tom was very surprised, but tried to hide it, to see that Harry had managed to get money.
"Where did you get that broom?" he immediately asked.
"Hum . . . my godfather gave it to me. He makes brooms and he gave me one to test," Harry said. ". . . What broom is the fastest, up to date."
"I'll show you," Tom said, walking towards the Quidditch supply shop.
Harry saw a Thunderblast displayed in the shop window.
"It was made three years ago and is still the fastest model," Tom said casually. "I have one."
Harry observed it for a moment but was pulled out of his daydreaming a few moments later.
"Here is your list," Tom said, handing him a sheet of paper. "Go get your potions instruments. I already have mine. I'll go get my books and I'll meet you there."
"O-okay, Tom," Harry said, walking away.
Tom had stiffened when Harry had called him by his name but had immediately started walking away, shaking his head.
Harry waited a good fifteen minutes before the salesman arrived to open the door of the shop.
"First customer of the day," the old man had said. "What can I get for ya?"
Harry had showed him his list and had bought the best potion cauldron, powders and test tubes, liquids and plant extracts.
At the end, he had used 5 galleons, sixteen sickles and five knuts. A lot less than what he would have paid in the real world, and so he deducted that the prices were lower in the past.
Harry didn't find Tom in the bookshop and so proceeded to buy his books without him. He then got a new telescope for astronomy class, tea leaves for divination, dragon hide gloves and a coat for herbology, a new uniform set and a couple other things.
It was around eleven and he still hadn't found Tom and was starting to wonder if he had left without him.
~That could be possible,~ Harry thought.
But right then he saw the young Dark Lord come out of Knockturn Alley, placing a book in his already full school bags.
Harry ran up to him.
"Where were you?" he asked.
Tom looked annoyed.
"I waited for you a long time and you never came so I went to buy the rest of my things alone," he said coldly. "I could report this to Dippet, you know."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"I'm the one that waited for you, Tom," he said. "And what were you doing in Knockturn Alley, anyways?"
Tom's face lost its small colors.
"I wasn't in there for my sake, Potter," he snapped. "I was looking for you. Since you never came to Diagon Alley before, I'm sure you could have walked right in there."
Harry shook his head, knowing that he was lying.
Tom sneered and rolled his eyes.
"Come now," he said. "We're going to the Leaky Cauldron."
Harry followed him to the brick wall, watched him tap his wand against the right bricks, opening the passageway. He followed him inside and found it exactly the same way he knew it.
"A butterbeer," Tom asked at the counter.
"One for me too, please," Harry added.
They waited in silence for their drinks to come. The bartender gave them two uncapped bottles and went back to his business.
"So, who are you, really?" Tom asked. "And don't lie."
"Then don't ask me that question," Harry said slyly.
To his surprise, he saw the young Dark Lord's lips form a smile.
They finished their drinks in silence, both staring in front of them. Finally, Harry turned around and inspected the rest of the bar. It was empty, some chairs still being on top of tables, and a lady was passing a mop on the floor.
"Hey, let's go in the muggle world!" Harry asked excitedly.
Tom gave him a look and sighed.
"What's the point?" he asked.
"I just want to see! Come on!" Harry said. "Well I'm going and what would Dippet say if I got lost or hurt there when you were drinking here?"
Tom glared at him.
"Fine, I'll go with you but don't you EVER try to threaten me," he hissed, making shivers run along Harry's spine.
Tom lazily got up and asked the bartender if he could keep an eye on their bags as he paid for his drink. Harry left ten sickles and two knuts on the table and headed towards the door.
"Potter!" Tom said. "Take your cloak off!"
Harry looked down at his clothes and decided that it would be a good idea, and so took off his wizard's cloak, just like Tom did.
He stepped outside and was momentarily blinded by the strong luminosity the sun was giving. He felt Tom close the door behind him and started walking.
He walked and walked, passed at least four to five streets, looking at what the stores were displaying and the people that passed him. Their clothing style was very different.
"Let's go back, Potter," Tom said. "You're going too far . . . hum . . . wait here a moment."
And Tom walked away before Harry had time to ask where he was going. He waited five, ten, fifteen minutes before seeing him come back, manipulating a black book he had just bought. He slipped it in his pocket when he reached Harry's level.
"Come on, let's go," he muttered, walking back towards the Leaky Cauldron.
Frowning, Harry looked around and saw a sign saying that Tom had just come from Vauxhall Road. Somehow, he knew that mean something.
~I heard that street name before,~ he thought. ~But where?~
He followed Tom, eyeing curiously the pocket he had placed the black book in.
~THE DIARY!~ he thought. ~Vauxhall Road was the name of he place he had bought it!~
~~~
The trip back to Hogwarts was silent, as Harry thought of what was happening. Tom had bought a diary, and so was thinking of placing his memories in it. He had a safe at Gringotts, even if he wasn't supposed to. He had his Firebolt with him, but he had placed it in his safe before going to the Malfoy residence. What was going on?
Back at the school, Harry did not see Tom until the first of September, in the Great Hall. Tom was sitting at the Slytherin table with many other Slytherins, and he was up front, just as professor Dippet had asked him, ready to place the sorting hat on his head.
~I'll be in Griffindor and getting close to Tom will be even harder,~ Harry thought. ~Why do I have to go through all this? I just want to go home!~
He didn't listen to what professor Dippet was saying until it was his turn too try on the hat, after all the first years had passed.
He sat on the stool and felt the sorting hat being placed on his head. A few seconds passed but he didn't hear any voice talk to him.
~Hello?~ he thought. ~Sorting Hat?~
But not a sound was heard. To his horror, he heard what the hat yelled.
"SLYTHERIN!" he said.
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There you go! ^_^ Many other surprises awaits him but I didn't want to fit others in this chapter.
Please tell me what you think! Review!