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Harry awoke early in the morning to the sound of Drake Snores's snores. He would have groaned and just rolled over at this hour, except he noticed that Riddle was already up and dressed, and on his way out the door.
Harry quickly dressed himself and ran out after him. These early hours would be perfect times for Riddle to visit the chamber of secrets.
Harry quietly followed Riddle down the hallways wondering when would be a good time to bump into Riddle without seeming like he was following him. But before Harry could make up his mind, someone else did for him.
"Oh, Tommy!" cried Cassandra Marroman, racing after him with open arms, "did you wake up early to see me?"
"What!?" Riddle groaned as she gripped him tightly around the waist.
"Oh, you know," she giggled, "so we could be alone for a little while, since there's that new boy in your dormitory… I thought that we might need to-"
"Cassandra," he groaned trying to get free himself from her death grip, "I'm kind of busy right now…"
"BUSY!" Cassandra screamed. She dropped him from her hug of death and slammed him against the wall with one hand, and holding up her wand with the other in a threatening manner. "What the heck are you busy with? Some other girl? And without telling me!"
"No, no, it's not that!" Riddle stuttered.
Harry knew what he had to do: "Hey, Tom! I was looking for you everywhere! Thanks for offering to show me around the school!"
Cassandra dropped Riddle and sauntered off in a huff.
"Girl trouble?" Harry questioned.
Riddle nodded, "Thanks, Harry, you might have just saved my life."
Harry stepped backward… he'd just covered for his mortal enemy…
They walked around the school, with Riddle pointing out everything important. Harry didn't pay attention: there wasn't much difference from his time.
After a breakfast with the Slytherins, Harry, Riddle, and the other Slytherins went to Potions… with the Gryffindors. The flip-floppiness of this ordeal made Harry chuckle a little.
Harry went into the classroom, and Conner motioned to an empty seat next to him. He sat with Cassandra and Riddle at another table, instead. Cassandra seemed to have forgotten their quarrel. In fact, she an Riddle were snogging until the teacher showed up, which Harry found to be quite a contrast against sitting with Ron and Hermione.
A thin, pale woman with long, white-blonde hair and light blue eyes entered the room, "Hello, children. For those of you who are too thick to remember, I am Professor Yeas."
The class jumped to attention. She smiled.
"I see we have someone new here… you are?" she asked, addressing Harry.
"Er, Harry Potterton," he answered, feeling uneasy.
"Right, everyone get your ingredients and get to work quietly. No partners, no talk," she barked.
After a class that seemed to drag on for a thousand silent hours of making a Pleasantness Potion, Harry finally left the class to head outside to Herbolgy. He traveled a little behind Cassandra and Riddle, slightly worried they may start making out in the hall in front of him again.
"Harry!" he heard someone yell. It was Connor.
"Er, hi," Harry said, not knowing what to do.
"Why'd you ignore me in potions?"
"Well…"
"You know this loser?" Riddle asked, peering at Connor.
"Harry, you know this loser?" Conner replied, glaring at Riddle.
Harry didn't know what to say, until he remembered the plan: befriend Riddle… get on his good side.
"Me? Know this Gryffindor prat! You must be kidding. He's probably friendly with Mudbloods and Muggle lovers! Ha!" Harry laughed, smiling evilly.
"My girlfriend is a Muggleborn!" Connor growled, staring Harry in the face with shock and anger.
"What are following me around for?" Harry laughed, "Go scat… play with some Muggle junk!" Harry sniggered.
"You know, at first I was a little curious when you got placed in this rotten house with that lot, but now I see… you're no different than the rest of these jerks!" Connor yelled and started walking away.
Harry paused. Once Connor's back was turned, he screamed a hex, and placed the full-body locker curse on him. His arms slapped to his sides, his legs sprang together, and he fell to the floor in humiliation.
Harry walked away with Riddle and Cassandra, laughing.
"You know, at first I didn't think you had the right stuff, but you got it!" Cassandra laughed.
"I'll say… I had to deal with that snot whenever the Prefects meet, and finally someone put that Muggle-lover in his place!" sniggered Riddle.
Harry stopped and looked at the laughing figure in front of him. Was it really all part of a plan, or was he actually becoming just like Tom Riddle, his worst enemy?
