Title: Once Upon a Time...
Author: 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 is belong 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 Note: It's not a fluffy story so don't ecpect any fluff. Thanx to my beta-reader : Jade Smith
It's going to be a long fanfic not one-shot...
Chapter 4 Dreams & Confusion
They walked through the familiar walls of Hogwarts, to the east wing where Head Students have their dormitories. Still Harry was feeling numb, he was just staring ahead unable to move his eyes from the boy who walked in front of him. Tom suddenly stopped in front of a portrait where two middle-aged men sat around a small coffee table. One of them was wearing dark green robes that fit perfectly with his dark green eyes and the other was wearing crimson robes, but the most interesting thing was these two men looked like each other so much that one could say they were brothers. The only difference between them was their aura. The man with the green robes looked cold, serious and powerful, while the crimson robed man looked cheerful, friendly, and powerful but not scary. They were so different from each other yet they looked so much like each other. Tom slightly bowed his head.
"Good morning Lord Slytherin and Gryffindor"
"Good morning Tom. Who is your friend?" asked Godric Gryffindor with a cheerful voice while Slytherin had a calculating look on his stone cold face while
he looked Harry up and down. Tom opened his mouth to introduce but Harry looked at him with an expression that clearly said, "don't you dare treat me like a lost puppy or I'll break your neck" and he snap shut his mouth quickly, which made him slightly worried about his own reactions towards the boy.
"Harry Evans, Lord Gryffindor. It's an honor to meet you."
"Call me Godric, Harry and that man over there who looks like a statue, with green robes is Salazar. Don't mind him, he was born that way." said the man with
crimson robes while looking at the annoyed man in front of him, amusement clear in his eyes and turned his attention back to Harry.
"You know Harry, it's very strange but I feel like I know you"
"Oh shit! Oh, Shit! What am I going to do now? What if he realizes and blurts out." he was panicked but the cool exterior didn't change. He gave a shaky smile
to the curious man.
"That happens a lot, sir," Harry said in a hushed voice.
"Anyway, nice to meet you again Harry. Password?"
Emerald-eyed boy looked at the Head Boy with a raised eyebrow and the other boy didn't miss the chance to glare back.
"Serpent Master" he said loud, and clear enough for Harry to hear.
"Why, look at our mini-Voldemort. Isn't he full of himself" thought an amused Harry while he followed Tom inside "maybe I should kill him now and get it over
with. My parents will be alive; I won't have this blasted scar. Sirius, Cedric and hundreds of people won't be killed by this idiot. I will talk to Dumbledore
tomorrow and Avada his sorry arse." he thought darkly while looking around their common room. Everything it contained was green, silver and black. "Figures..."
Nevertheless, it's looks more comfortable and bigger than the Gryffindor common room. A fire was crackling merrily in the grate and the dark green, big couch in front
of it looked cozy enough to curl up and sleep. He snapped out of his thoughts by the deep voice of his roommate.
"Do you want some coffee?" he asked dully.
"Yeah, sure." answered stunned Harry. Actually, he was more than stunned. He was flabbergasted, dumbfounded. He was having a hard time to accept the boy
in front of him is not Voldemort, not yet anyway. His thoughts starts to swim in his gorgeous head again but he didn't have time for elaborate things because
Tom came back with two mugs of steaming coffee which Harry take one gratefully.
"Thanks" he said, without even looking at him and drank the contents with
a big gulp. Put his now empty mug on the glass coffee table and stood up. Looked down at the boy who is still slipping his own coffee calmly and looking coldly
to the boy who is standing in front of him.
"Good night" Harry said. "Good night indeed" he thought sarcastically and left the common room before even wait Tom's answer.
When he entered the bedroom, he wasn't prepared for the sight that welcomed him. There were two beds in the bedroom which only could mean only one thing. "I'm going to strangle Dumbledore. A nice, slow and clean death. How can he make me sleep in the same room with that murdering, idiotic, gorgeous lunatic? Err... Gorgeous? What the hell was that? I'll just shut my brain down and sleep. Yes, sleep." with that he practically strip down to his boxers and jumped to his bed in 5 seconds.
Tom woke up from his nightly nightmare with a muffled scream, which came from the bed in front of him, but the scream turned into shaky whispers. He looked
at the clock-like thing on his nightstand, which charmed to show you time when you look at it and saw it was indeed very early. 2:29 to be precise. Whispers
and whimpers made him feel quite uneasy especially after his nightmare. Since the end of his sixth year, it was always the same one. A girl with glasses and
a few freckles on her nose. She was shy, a girl who didn't have many friends. A mudblood but, human. Cute in her own way. Than with a yellow light,
the shy brunette turned into a corpse. No glasses on her big brown eyes and her golden skin becomes pale with the touch of the cold hands of death.
Myrtle died because of him. He just wanted to open the Chamber of Secrets because he is the Heir of Slytherin; he wanted to feel the power. For sixteen years,
he wanted to be someone else, someone with a great power in his control to avenge his pitiful life in the orphanage. She was a mudblood, she deserved to be
humiliated and live a life full of rejection just like him, but she didn't deserve to die. Tom thought killing a mudblood wouldn't be hard with a basilisk under his
command, but than why was he feeling like this? Didn't mudbloods deserve to die? They were inferior; therefore, they deserved to die, right? Right? Than, why the guilt?
Shouldn't he be proud? After all, Salazar Slytherin wanted it to be like that but he didn't feel proud.
"No, please..." the voice woke him up again but this time from his poisonous thoughts, not from his sleep. He looked at the mysterious boy in front of him, who was tossing and turning in his sleep. Tom slowly got up from his bed and approached the bed in front of his with very little sound. Growing up in an orphanage
can do that to a man. The gorgeous boy, who should be sleeping peacefully, started to whimper. His voice was muffled but Tom could catch some specific
words.
"Sirius...No!...Not dead...gonna...kill...I'll kill him...must save..."
Tom wanted to shake the boy awake, when it became too painful to watch, but when he leaned down to shake the boy, his hand was caught in mid-air and he saw bright green eyes staring back at him.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
TBC
Note: Thanks to all my reviewers I finally finished my chapter. I'm so sorry that it took so long but I moved to Canada from Turkey and believe me it's not as easy as it sounds. I also started university so that leaves me with very little time to myself. Don't forget to review...