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, not much to say. Here is the fifth chapter.
Kittybro: I'm glad you like it. Hope you will continueing reading and reviewing the story.
Vigrest: No Lucius let Tom go. He knew Tom was no treath to him. And for the other question, well, you just have to wait and see.
Padfootgrim: Thanks, and I will continue the story. I have allready writen the last chapter, so I know how it's going to end.
Previouse chapter:
"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.
Chapter 5
Voices, low strange voices were the first thing Tom heard when he started to wake up everal houres later.
He remained still with his eyes closed and tried to listen to what the voices were saying.
"…Tom something. I'm not sure. He told me his full name but I can't remember what it was." A girl said, and Tom realised that it was Potters mudblood friend Hermione. What was she doing here?
"And did you see anyone in the area which you found him?" a second voice asked, one the Tom knew belonged to Albus Dumbledore.
"No. It was dark and I got scared when I saw him lying there so helpless and beaten up. Professor, is he going to be all right?"
"Yes, he'll be fine. Just give him a couple of days. You look starved. I'll get us something to eat. Would go look after him while I'm gone?"
"Of course Professor."
Tom could hear a door slame shut and he assumed that Dumbledore had left the room. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared right into a couple of brown ones that held a concerned look.
"Oh, good, you're awake." Hermione smiled and handed him a glass of water, which Tom gratefully excepted.
"How you feeling?"
"Like a football after a long match. Pretty beaten up."
"You know about football?"Tom silently cursed himself for beeing so stupid. How could he forget that most wizards and witches didn't know about football and other muggle sports.
"Yeah, I'm a half-blood," he explained. Well, at least that's true, he thought looking down in the now empty glass.
"Oh, right. I'm, muggleborn so I know mostly everything about muggles, since I have lived with them for half my life."
There was a couple of silent miniuts before Tom said.
"So, I guess a owe you a thanks. I mean after all you properly saved my life."
"Were you listning to the conversation before?" she asked suspiciously.
Tom gave her a sceptical grin not sure if it was a good thing or bad thing to get caught listning to their converdsation, but then again, he had been in the room, and they knew it, so maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
"Well, I would gave done it for anyone. But you were lucky that you weren't hurt any worse."
"Yeah, thanks again."
"Ah, you're awake." Dumbledore appeared in the door with a huge tray in his arms.
Tom looked at the old man and felt a twing of fear. Surly Dumbledore would remember him, and skip him of to Azkaban or something. There was now way that he could have forgotten him.
"I wasn'st sure if you had woken up yet, so I brought food for you to. Are you hungry?"
Tom started to shake his head, but stopped and nodded. He was hungry, and he wasn't sure when he last had had a decent meal. It had to be at least a couple of days.
Dumbledore placed the tray on the dresser beside Tom's bed and handed each og them a plate filled with every thing you could think of, from chicken to potatoes.
Tom started eating with a great appetite and had soon emptyed his plate.
Dumbledore hadn't eaten anything and when he noticed that Tom was finsihed he placed the empty plate on the tray and looked Tom straight in the eyes, which made Tom turn away.
Hermione said good bye and left them before Dumbledore opened his mouth and started speaking.
"I guess a presentation would be in place young man. I'm Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry (spell?), and you're?"
"Tom Marvolo," Tom muttered and expected the headmaster to reconise him. But the old man apperead to never have heard the name and Tom couldn't help, but sighing in relife.
"And may I ask how old are you, Mr. Marvolo?"
Tom's eyes flashed confused. Why did he want to know how old he was?
"17, why?"
"I was just wondering. And since you're a wizard, I'm right am I?"
Tom nodded, not seeing what the old man was talking about.
"What school did you attend to?"
Tom swallowed and thought hard. "Durmstrange," he finally answered.
"Ah, I see, and where are you're parents?"
What are this? Tird degree interagation? Why do he have to knew every bloody thing aboout me? Well, I guess I should tell him the truth.¨
"Their dead."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but who are you leagal guardian then?"
"Eh…my aunt. But she's on vaction to egypt, so I was supposed to take care of myself for the summer." That was pure lie, but Tom didn't care.
"To bad, I would like to inform her about your condision. Could I get her name please?"
"NO!" Tom nearly shouted, "I…I mean," he started bitting his lower lip, "I don't want to disturb her on her vacation. And I'm after all all right, so can't we just forget about that?"
"Well, I guess we could let it be, after all you are all right."
"Thanks," Tom forced a smile, "You see she really deserved this vacation, and I would hate to destroy it for her."
"That's quite understandeble dear boy," Dumbledore returned his smile, and his eyes where gloving with something that Tom couldn't quite deside what was. It was as if he knew something Tom didn't knew that he knew.
"Then. Can you please tell me what or who that beat you up?"
Tom groaned silently. That was the last thing he wanted to do. But before he was able to say anything the door swung up and a healer entered. Taking one look at Tom before stopping dead in his tracks.
"Francis, how are you?" greated Dumbledore, and Tom felt like someone had just slapped him.
"The thief!" Francis muttered and walked towards the bed, while Tom considered standing up and jumping out of a window.
A/N: Well, until next time……..