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 streets. Then he ends up at Hogwarts. "Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance, Tom?" Dumbledore asked.
A/N: Well with out further delays, here is chapter four.
Vigrest: Yeah, you're properly right. It should be "you gotta be kidding, but I was in kind o a rush when I wrote that chapter. I'll be more careful in the future, promise! Thanks for telling me by the way; I don't mind people correcting me.
Previouse chapter:
She quickly checked his pulse and was relived to find it beating steadily. The boy didn't seem to have any fatal wounds, only some bruises and a couple of broken ribs. Thinking quickly she pulled out her wand and levitated the boy before hurrying towards The Lucky Cauldron. She knew she wasn't supposed to use magic out side school, but this was an emergency. She would have to deal with the consequences afterwards. Right now she needed to get the boy to a hospital.
Chapter 4
"Honestly! Are you going to take orders from a 16 year old boy?" Lucius said and turned to the Death Eaters.
Tom on his side was standing cross-armed behind Lucius staring angry at them.
"NO!" the Death Eaters said in union.
Lucius smiled evilly and turned to his former master.
"It looks like I'm over throwing you, my Lord!"
Tom groaned and turned in his sleep as a nurse with short blond hair made her way towards his bed.
The sound of someone opening the door made her turn around to see whom it was. Her face broke into a smile as she saw a man with long white hair and beard, standing in the doorframe.
"Ah, Headmaster. What are you doing here?"
Dumbeldore walked into the nursery room and after a quick glance towards the sleeping boy, he gave the nurse a warm smile before explaining his visit.
"One of the healers told me that a student of mine, Hermione Granger, had brought you a boy, who was fairly beaten up. He asked me to check in and see if I recognised him, since they have no idea of who he is."
"Yes that's right." The nurse nodded, "She came running into our office late last night, levitating a boy who seemed to have been in a huge fight. We fixed him up. Luckily their was nothing serious, only a couple of broken ribs and some bruises, but it looks like he have taken quite a blow to the head, because he haven't woken up yet."
"Sadly. Can I see him?" the Headmaster moved closer to the bed and looked down at the sleeping boy. Jet-black hair fell down into his handsome face, because the boy was quite a sight, he seemed tall and his mouth was, even in his sleep, twisted into a classic Slytherin sneer. Dumbeldore looked at the boy's closed eyes and he knew all too well that if they opened he would stare into a couple of green eyes, which would most likely hold a glimt of anger and passion for power. Just as they had done 50 years ago when Tom Riddle first attended to Hogwarts, because the old Headmaster had no doubt that the boy before him was the young Tom Marvolo Riddle, who he had taught so many years ago.
The nurse studied Dumbeldore's reaction as he looked at the boy, but the only thing she could see was a slight hint of surprise.
"Do you know him?" she inquired.
"Yes…I know who he is, but I think it would be wise if we pretended not to."
"Why is that Albus?"
"This boy is one of the most powerful wizards in the world. I taught him 50 years ago so yes you can say I know him, and I also know that he is quite unstable when he gets upset or angry. The best thing would be to let him believe that we have no clue about his identity, and wait until he is fully recovered before we do anything. If not I'm afraid he would run away first chance he gets."
"50 — 50 years?!" the nurse stuttered, "But Headmaster this boy is hardly any older than 16. How can he have been a student of yours 50 years ago?"
"I don't know the answer to that," the Headmaster admitted, "but I'm certain that this is the same boy. We just have to wait until he has recovered."
"I see," the nurse said, not knowing what to believe, "And what, may I ask, make you certain, that he want run away, even if we don't tell him that we know who he is?
"I'm not certain about it at all. We'll just have to come up with some precautions."
They both went quiet and looked down at the boy. The nurse was wondering about who the boy was, who, according to Dumbeldore was one of the most powerful wizards in the world. Dumbeldore on the other hand was wondering about how the powerful Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, suddenly looked like his young self again.
Tom on his side was in deep sleep, unaware of the conversation between the nurse and his old transfiguration teacher.
Tom felt like he was swimming in a dark sea. He swam up but he never seemed to be able to reach the surface. Then suddenly a light appeared in front of him and he closed his eyes to avoid it. When he tried to open them again he looked right into a couple of dark brown eyes, surrounded by blond hair.
"Hey sweetie. Welcome back to the living." Her voice was kind and gentle and Tom frowned. Where was he?
The nurse disappeared out of his sight for a few seconds, before returning with a syringe in her hand.
Tom jumped backwards, hitting his head against the bedpost. He hated needles. Back at the orphan they had been vaccinated every single years, against every damn disease that they could some up with. And the nurse hadn't been to gentle. She hated the vaccinating almost as much as the orphans. So she wanted to get the whole thing over as quick as possible.
One year they were getting a vaccine, against German measles (A/N: Is that the right word?) and the nurse had problems finding a blood vein on Tom's arm. After trying four times she suddenly lost her patience and shoved the needle into Tom's arm with such force that Tom scream out loud. Luckily for Tom the nurse hit a vein this time and he was free to go. Tom had been terrified of needles after that incident, and now the bloody nurse, who was standing before him wanted to shove another needle into his arm. That was not going to happen.
To the nurse's surprise, her patient suddenly jumped out of bed and ran towards the door.
Tom ran towards the door, wanting to get out of wherever he was, but before he could open the door someone else did and he ran straight into a man, knocking them both of their feet.
He shook his head slightly, moaning because his ribs felt like they were on fire. The person he had run into got to his feet and bent down. Helping Tom to stand. Tom muttered a 'thank you', rubbing his left side.
"That's quite all right, dear boy," the man said, smiling down at him.
Tom stiffed. The voice sent an ice wind down his spine and he hesitated before looking up. Green frightened eyes meet blue, and the orphan felt the world spinning around him before he feel into the warm dark sea.
A/N: Well, there is nothing more to say than read and review. And for the German measles, is there such a thing? According to the dictionary there is, but I'm nit sure. So if it's wrong blame the dictionary and not me.
P-oenix