Author: Didem Riddle (a.k.a sorc1986)
Rating: R for the language (and maybe sexual stuff in the future)
Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Disclaimer: I just borrow the characters. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling except the story so please don't sue.
Summary: Neville blows up his potion and Harry goes back in time.
Author's Note: It's not a fluffy story so don't ecpectmuch fluff. Thanx to my beta-reader : Jade Smith. It's going to be a long fanfic not one-shot...Review please....
Warnings: This is slash (male/male). Don't like it, don't read it. No flames please......
CHAPTER 3 The Meeting
1943 Hogwarts
A boy with dark hair and flaming bright green eyes was walking down the lonely corridors of Hogwarts. It was dark but not dark enough to miss his eyes or the shiny Head Boy badge he wore on his robes. He was bored out of his mind because of the unusual silence of the night. He decided to walk to the Entrance Hall on the first floor, thinking perhaps the cool night, or the moonlight would wake him up some. He was lonely, not that he would admit it to anyone. He was used to feeling lonely, he'd been aware of the emptiness he felt inside since he was born. You would think it was the opposite because of his dashingly good looks. His jet-black hair falls perfectly to his forehead, and makes a great mixture with his creamy white skin and dark forest green eyes. He also carries his body perfectly. If you were watching him walk, they would think that he was floating, not walking. His body is to die for and you can see the hard muscles on his chest and stomach even when hidden behind his thick black robes.
It's not a normal night. That much he could tell and Tom looked around with a bored face, he had to stay awake to patrol. With a groan he opened the door that lead outside, he still had a half hour, left to patrol, but as soon as he stepped outside, he stopped by a bright light near the lake. "What the...?" but his words cut off by the sudden absence of bright light. Instead there was something, or someone, lying there. He drew his wand quickly and started to walk with slow but certain steps, every step guaranteed with his thoughts. There was a boy there lying unconscious. When Tom reached him, he dropped to his knees by his side to check his pulse and was relieved to feel a pulse. He put his wand inside his pocket and looked at the boy with curious eyes. "Hmm...No robes, no tie. Just a plain white shirt and black pants. Fuck! What if he is a muggle?" Tom let these crazy thoughts swim in his head before he came to a conclusion. Faster than you could say "Avada Kedavra" he started to check if the boy had a wand. When he couldn't find one he turned the boy on his stomach to check his back pocket and he grinned to himself before picking the boy up. Tom entered the Hospital Wing and put the boy on the first bed.
"Madam Rose!" he started to yell while looking for the nurse.
"What is it Tom?" Madam Rose asked.
"I was outside patrolling, and I found an unconscious boy. He doesn't look like any of the students." after seeing the calculating look on the nurse's face, he added. "But he has a wand."
"Hmm...I don't know him either, dear." said the nurse still checking for any signs of a concussion or bruises.
"Than I should go and inform the Headmaster" he turned on his heels and opened the door before he heard the high-pitched voice of Madam Rose.
"Headmaster Dippet is on his way to the Ministry, fetch Professor Dumbledore please." with a quick nod he stepped outside the Hospital Wing to inform the Transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore of the situation.
Harry tried to open his eyes but blinding light wouldn't let him just he was about to close his eyes again he saw a golden light. The Golden Snitch. He tried to reach and catch it but his arms fail to do the movement properly. He blinked a few times to adjust the light and saw Dumbledore's glasses, which shimmered with a golden light.
"Ah! Welcome back, my boy," said the older man with bright blue eyes. Harry didn't see the twinkle in his eyes.
"Aghhhhh! Hospital Wing. Figures!" Harry looked at his mentor worriedly. "Am I in some kind of trouble Headmaster because last thing I remember was the potion incident?"
"Potion incident you say. Hmmm! By the way, did you call me Headmaster?"
"Err...Yes?"
"Hmm…Interesting."
Harry started fuming by now, the one thing he hated the most is about this man was the silent treatment he got while he was thinking. He opened his mouth to tell the old man to cut the crap, but Dumbledore cut him off.
"What year are we in, my boy?"
"We are in 1997 Headmaster." he was a bit taken aback by the stupid question and he was sure his reaction was visible on his face because Dumbledore smiled sweetly to him before he started to explain.
"Well, youwere in 1997 butnow you are in 1943. Would you tell me what happened in potions please?"
"We were doing a de-aging potion but my partner dropped two newt eyes instead of unicorn hair for the last ingredient," said Harry with a shaky voice. "How can this be possible?" he started to think over and over in his head while trying to calm himself because of the fact that when his emotions got too overwhelming,
he starts to leak magic.
"Ah! A perfect time-travel potion. It is illegal and very complicated to brew. I guess we should start the arrangements for your staying here because it will take time to send you back. I believe there's no potion to reverse this and we can not brew the time-travel potion again because it can only used once on a person, you will most likely die on the second process, that's why the potion is illegal."
By the time Dumbledore finished, Harry was as pale as a sheet. What if he couldn't go back? What about Voldermort? What about his friends? He started to feel sick.
"Now can you tell me what's your name, my boy?" smiled the Transfiguration teacher, trying to make Harry feel better but failing miserably.
"Harry, sir. Harry Potter." and he started to tell his tale before Dumbledore cut him off again, he told everything from Voldermort to his abilities. The old man listened to him with his full attention and he seemed to be interested in Voldermort very much, the irritating twinkle, which makes Harry very nervous, was back.
"I guess you should stay with the Head Boy in his dormitory, there's enough room for both of you." Dumbledore seemed delighted with his own idea which made Harry apprehensive. "Why, I just told the man that if I don't go back in my time again Voldermort will take over the world and all he does is twinkle, and talk about the Head Boy. I used to think his craziness was because of his old age but now I definitely have started to think he was born this way"
"We have to tell the Head Boy that you came from the future but that's it okay? If he asks you anything else don't tell him. We will tell the school that you are an exchange student from Durmstrang. You said you know a lot about D.A.D.A and Dark Arts, so nobody will question you. We will sort you into your house again on Sunday night, you are lucky that today is Friday; I'll send a house-elf to get your books and some clothes. I think you should meet with your new roommate now, don't you?" he smiled from ear to ear and drew his wand, muttered "Sonorous" under his breath, and put it on his throat. "Head Boy, please report to the Hospital Wing as soon as possible."
"I think I should change my surname, sir."
"Ah! Yes, Harry you are right. After all, the Potters are purebloods and your bloodline can be traced easily to Godric Gryffindor himself. What was your mothers maiden name?"
"It was Evans, sir" as soon as Harry finished the doors of the Hospital Wing opened to reveal the handsome Head Boy.
"Did Dumbledore say we were to share a dormitory? Why, with that body of his, he can certainly share anything he wants from me, my bed perhaps? Can I keep him? Actually, he look familiar for some odd reason." Harry thought with a seductive smirk on his face. "Perhaps I know an older him?"
"Ah! Tom, my boy, meet Harry Evans. You will share your Head Boy dormitory with him." Dumbledore informed him with a smile on his lips but Tom didn't seem that happy about the news. Instead he gave his best death glare to the Professor which he failed to see. Harry watched this with amusement than turned to the gorgeous Head Boy.
"Harry P...Evans, nice to meet you"
"Tom Riddle" he said, simply while he shook Harry's hand but he didn't fail to see that the boy frozen on the spot with a shock mixed fear look on his face.
"Come again?" Harry squeaked and than turn to look at the old man who watched the exchange, as if asking what the fuck is going on but he simply smiled.
This didn't escape from Tom either, he looked straight into the boy's eyes and tried to find out what he was thinking but the emerald-eyed boy narrowed his eyes at him and he was faced with Harry's Occlumency walls. This boy is good, very good indeed. Tom smirked at him in an appreciative way, but Harry just stared back with a blank look.
"Now Tom, Harry came from the future because of an accident in potions class, but we will tell the school that he is an exchange student and please don't ask him about the future, you know how dangerous to meddle with time. Also you and Harry are excused from today's classes," he said then he stood up and turned to Harry. "Harry, I know you have a lot of questions, but I want you to go to your dormitory now and rest, you are still weak from the trip. We can talk tomorrow and please try not to call me Headmaster, I don't think Headmaster Dippet will like it." said Dumbledore before he left.
Harry stood there, gaping at the place Dumbledore stood a few minutes ago but Tom, who was very interested with this boy's capabilities, just stood there and watched his reaction to the whole thing. "If I am right about him, I can definitely use this additional power for my advantage." thought Tom with a strange glint in his eyes.
"So...I should take you to our dormitories. Follow me." said Tom and Harry was very much aware of the demanding tone, this guy can order everyone without an effort, even if he is seventeen. Harry was not that kind of person that takes crap from anyone, but that didn't stop his horrific thoughts. "Oh God! I just checked out Voldermort. Arghhhh!! Bad images, I am traumatized for life." he shuddered and pushed those thoughts out of his head before he turned to the boy in front of him.
"Yeah, let's go"
Tbc
Author's Note: I hope you liked this chapter because I really enjoyed while I'm writing..Thanx for the amazing reviews...If you want faster updates, you know what to do :)
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Flame-OF-Ciara : Oh! No..Ofcourse there will be fluff but I will keep them at minimum, I mean they won't fall head over heels with each other the moment they laid their eyes on :) I don't like that kind of stories..I mean this is Voldie and Harry Potter. And yes it will be a long story..
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