Title: Praeter erratum praeter

Disclaimer: I don't owe any of the characters you may recognise from Rowling's books. (to bad really)

Warning: Some of the characters will be OOC, especially Tom.If you don't like it, don't read the story...

Summary: A youth potion gives Riddle more trouble than he'd expected. First the Death Eaters refuses to take orders from a 16 year-old-boy and Lucius decids to take over. Throwing Riddle out onto the steets. Then he ends up at Hogwarts. "Dosen't everyone deserve a second chance, Tom?" Dumbledore asked.

A/N: Well, I decided to but my other story on hold for a little while and focus on this one.

Vigrest: I promise to update the other one soon.

Thanks for the review by the way. I don't mind you asking questions. To be honest I really like it. It's nice when people like what I'm writing. And I understand if you want to write you review's in Norwegian. That's okay, but I hope you don't mind that I reply in English. This is after all an English story.

Marissa: I'm glad you like it, and I hope you will continue reading this story. And I do apologise for the spelling mistakes. Please correct me if there is something wrong, I am trying my best /.

Previous chapter:

Tom, being extremely curios, turned his head and felt the entire colour disappear from his face. For who else than Potter, Weasley, and a girl he recognised as Ginny, the girl he had tricked into opening the chamber of secrets, had just walked through the door?

What the hell was he going to do now?

Chapter 2

What the hell am I supposed to do now? Tom thought as he saw Potter and his friends approaching the table. The last thing he needed was Potter to recognise him and tell the old muggleborn lover that he had got his young body back.

Thinking quick, or rather not thinking at all, he turned to Hermione and smiled.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'm late for an appointment. See you around," with that he pulled up his hood and walked quickly past the teenagers and out the door. He was careful to keep his head low to avoid eye contact.

"But wait," Hermione called after him, but Tom needed to get out and pretended that he didn't hear her call.

As the door closed behind him he could her Potter ask: "Who was that?"

Well back out on the street he took a quick glance around and wondered where he should go now. He had around 4 galleons that he had stolen from the wizard and he planed to us them to rent a room at The Leaky Cauldron. He needed a place to sleep and he didn't want to sleep out on the street. The whole situation really bothered him. Why did he have to be so stupid? Now he had nowhere to sleep, almost no money at all, no wand, Lucius had taken it before he kicked him out, and no clue what to do next.

Well, you are still alive, aren't you? A voice inside his head said and he nodded slightly. Yes he was still alive, and he was going to stay that way. With that in mind he headed for The Leaky Cauldron, determined to pick a couple of more pockets to get some more money.

As he came closer to The Leaky Cauldron memories started flying through his head. He remembered the first time he had been there. Dumbeldore had picked him up at the orphan and brought him there to by his school supplies.

Tom remembered the feeling of seeing hundred of wizards walking through the main street or standing around talking. It had been wonderful. Like he finally belonged somewhere. Back at the orphan he had always been the odd boy, and he didn't have many friends. The other boys always loved to pick on him, and it even seemed like the owner of the orphan, Mr. Sheered hated him. At least he didn't do anything to stop the boys from tormenting him. And things only got worse when Tom got angry or sad. Then he had a strange habit of breaking things with out touching it. One time he had been so angry had made Mr. Sheered's glasses break. Causing him to trip over the doorframe and landing head first into one of the bucket that were filled with water.

Tom shook his head and tried to get rid of the memories. He never had to see Mr. Sheered again, and thank God for that.

He stepped inside the inn, deciding he had had enough memories for a while.

As always the inn was nearly filled with people and Tom had to sneak between them to reach the reception. After being pushed a couple of times, nearly stepped on and ignored more times than he liked he finally got there.

"Yes?" the man said, leaning over the disk too look at him.

"I would like to rent a room please," Tom began.

"That would be a galleon per night. How long would you like to stay?"

"I'm not sure. A couple of nights at least."

"Shall we say four night's then?"

"Yes, that would be fine."

"As you wish. That will be four galleons."

Tom searched through his pockets and gave the man four galleons.

"And I need you to sign the guest book." A huge green book was shoved towards him and he got a quill in his right hand. Shifting the quill over to his left hand he signed Tom Marvolo and handed both the book and the quill back to the man.

"I noticed you were left handed. That's not often seen among wizards."

"Yeah I know," Tom replied. He had heard the same thing 50 years ago when he first attended to school.

"Well anyway, here's your key. Room 32. Just up the stairs and the fifth room on your left. Do you have any luggage?"

"No, I don't. Thank you."

"Your welcome."

Tom turned and walked out. Placing the key in his pocket. At the moment he needed money. He had used the remnants of the stolen money to pay for the room, and of he wanted any food he needed more money.

30 minutes later he had 20 galleons in his pocket. He had picked three pockets. One was an old lady with more diamantes in her hair than Tom could count. He had used the same old trick, and accidentally bumped into her. While helping her up he removed her purse, which contained 7 galleons.

His next two victims had been old men and both looked like they had more than enough money, and Tom was sure they wouldn't miss the money. But sadly their purse had only contained 5 and 8 galleons.

Since he didn't have a purse he had decided to keep the one belonging to the lady. He had put all the money in it, and the other two he threw in the garbage.

Satisfied he started walking back to the inn.

Right in front of him a rather large man, with grey and black hair, and expensive brown robs was walking slowly. Tom smirked to himself. This one looked like he had more money than the queen herself. If Tom was lucky then he might didn't have to steal anything for the next couple of days.

He walked a bit faster and bumped into the man, trying to make it look like an accident.

"Oh, I'm terrible sorry!" he exclaimed and helped the man back on his feet. While the man brushed the dust of his robs, Tom carefully removed the purse from the man's pocked and slipped it into his own.

"Look where you're going boy," the man growled. His grey eyes showed that he was annoyed and angry at being pushed.

"I'm so terrible sorry sir. Please forgive me. I'm in a hurry you see. I-I have to meet my sister in Flourish & Blotts," Tom babbled and started to back away from the man. Now he only had to get away before the man noticed that he had been robbed.

"Then why are you running in the wrong direction?" the man suddenly asked.

"Wh-what?" Tom stopped. Not sure what to do now.

"I asked why you are running in the wrong direction. Flourish & Blotts are that way," he pointed in the direction, which Tom had come from.

"I-I, mhm, you see-" Tom cut himself of. He had no explanation to give the man. Instead he turned and started running. After all the man didn't look like the sort that used to go jogging every morning.

Even if the man looked like he had been eating candy and other unhealthy food products his whole live, he still was a pretty good runner. In matter of no time he had caught up with Tom and grabbed him by his arm. He turned him around and looked straight into the boys green eyes.

"You are a thief aren't you?" he asked shaking Tom slightly.

"No!" Tom said and tried to get loose.

"Yes you are. Give me my purse!"

"I don't have your bloody purse!" Tom spat out. Starting to get both angry and scared.

"Oh no?" The man grabbed both Tom's wrists with one hand and used the other to search true the boy's pockets. In one of them he found two purses and the key to Tom's room. He pulled them out and held them in front of Tom's eyes.

"And what, may I ask, is this then?"

Tom only stared at the two small bags and cursed himself for keeping the first one. But he needed something to have the money in. The only problem remaining was the fact that the lady's name was standing inside the purse.

"I thought so," the man was now smirking. He opened both purses and looked at the names inside.

"What's your name boy?" he asked after putting his own purse back into his pocket.

Tom knew he had looked at the name in the other purse, and since he had no idea what so ever about who owned the purse he just used the name he had given Hermione.

"Tom Marvolo."

"That's not what the name in the purse says." Now the man seemed amused and Tom threw him a dark glance.

"So, let me guess. You have stolen that too. Right? And several more judging from the amount of money in it."

Tom didn't answer instead it tried to twist his hands loose. Hell, why did he have to come up with that story about meeting his sister? He could have gotten away, hadn't it been for that.

"Answer me!" The man put away the stolen purse and grabbed Tom around his jaw, forcing Tom to look him straight into his eyes.

"Yes!" Tom sneered, "I stole the purses. Happy?"

The man smiled and nodded.

"Just one last question. Why?"

"I needed the money! Why the hell do you think I stole it?" Tom was almost screaming now. He wanted away from the man. Desperate he started twisting and kicking, trying to get away. But the man only smiled and grabbed a handful of Tom's jet-black hair. He pulled Tom's head backwards until Tom stopped kicking and twisting and stood still.

"Let me go!" he growled.

The old man let go of his hair but he still had a tight grip around his wrists and it didn't seem like he had plans about letting Tom go.

"Let me go!" Tom said again, "you've got your purse! Now let me go!"

"Oh no my boy I don't think so. I think you need to learn a lesson." He smiled, but it was everything else than a friendly smile.

Tom stared at him and shuddered. Even if he didn't want to admit it to himself he was starting to get scared. The man had obviously no intention of letting him go any time soon. He briefly wondered what the man had in stored for him.

A/N: So what do you think should happen to Tom. I already have the next chapter nearly finished, but I would like to know what you guys would like to happen.

Well, that was the second chapter. Should I still go on? I want to, but it's all up to you, the readers. Please review and tell me.

P-oenix