A/N: Yeah this Chaps short, so sorry in advance Clan of Draconian Darkness. I know you've become my faithful reviewer and all.

But thanks to you and to fudgebaby for checking out my story it makes me feel better.

He ran. Didn't slow down, didn't say sorry to anyone he bumped into. He just ran, until his legs couldn't carry him any farther and the pounding in his head blurred his vision. Harry fell to his knees and beat the stone floor with his fists. He laid his head on his forearms as the pounding intensified.

"Are you alright?" A voice asked softly. Harry moaned and tried to lift his head, but gave up quickly when the movement caused him more pain. He thought that the person was leaving when he heard the rustling of cloth. Suddenly the pounding was gone and Harry slowly lifted his head, his eyes traveling up the person in front of him. He laid eyes on a wand held loosely in a pale hand.

"You looked like you could use a little help." A silky voice commented, as the free hand was extended to Harry. "Yeah, thanks. Let's just say I've had a stressf-" Harry began taking the hand gratefully as he stood up. Once he saw the face however, Harry's eyes were wide as saucers.

"Riddel!" The boy cocked an eyebrow at Harry, his glance flickering to Harry's forehead. When he saw the scar his other eyebrow joined its partner. "Potter. Never thought we'd meet like this again." "What the hell are you doing here!" Harry seethed. "First, why don't you tell me why you're a kid?" Riddel requested, folding his arms across his chest as he waited.

"Why should I tell you first?" Harry snapped. "Because I'd rather not tell you something you don't need to know and incur the wrath of my guardians. But if you don't want to know then…" He shrugged and began to walk down the corridor.

"Wait!" Riddle stopped mid stride and turned just enough to see Harry out of the corner of his eye. "And why should I?" Harry struggled to come up with a plausible answer. "Well…It's not like you ever answered my question." Harry muttered angrily, embarrassed at his poor excuse. "And I already explained why I haven't answered you. So either answer me or go back to where ever you came from." Riddle snapped and turned to walk away again.

"I'm from the past. 1996 to be exact. I don't know how or why I'm here and it's just a little overwhelming. I end up seeing my future self with Malfoy of all people, my godfather alive and I assume with Remus, and you a teenager and you're not even trying to kill me, but helping me. I don't know whether to believe this is all real or if I'm going crazy." Harry sighed and took a moment. "I'm sorry for being such an arse, but I can't help it right now." Harry muttered only loud enough for the other boy to hear.

"Come with me." Riddle said as he once again began to walk down the corridor. Harry hesitated for a moment before following, expelling a sigh.

"Where do you think he is? Harry asked, pacing in front of the fireplace. It had been at least two hours since Harry had last seen his past self. "Well I think he probably ran into Tom, seeing as he hasn't stopped by like he usually does and he hasn't sent a reply regarding the note we sent him. Draco responded lightly.

"Don't worry Harry. If he did run into Tom then they'll show up by curfew." Sirius said, trying to comfort his godson. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Harry agreed, finally sitting down next to Draco on the couch. Draco gave Harry a peck on the cheek, pulling him close so Harry could lay his head on his husband's shoulder. The group of men all sat in a companionable silence for a few minutes until a squeal echoed through out the room.

A/N: Review and Ooops… I think that was a cliffie. Don't worry though it's not actually bad… hahaha