Title: Praeter erratum praeter
Disclaimer:I don't owe any of the characters you may recognise from Rowling's books. (to bad really)
Beta: Kalathetrumpeter
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: Hey everyone. Sorry for the delay. Well, I finally found a Beta-reader. Or actually, I found two, but one of them seems to have disappeared. Anyway, here's the 7th chapter.
Kittybro: Sorry for the delay, but here's the next chapter .
Vigrest: Well, Dumbledore wanted Tom to come to Hogwarts so that he could keep an eye on him.
Emikae: Thanks, hope you'll continue reading this.
Padfootgrim: I'm glad you asked, because to be honest, I hadn't thought about it. But, I won't answer the question. You'll find out eventually.
Kirei-Shinobu: Thanks for letting me know . I didn't notice that the word was miss spelled. But now I have a Beta-reader, so hopefully there want be to many mistakes, or hopefully there want be any at all.
Carya: Okay, first of all I'm so sorry you haven't heard from me! You see I tried to send you a mail on your old address, because the part after carya78 was missing, and I wasn't sure if it was , or something else. So, I'm so sorry!!!! Please don't be mad at me. I hate when people is mad at me.
Artemis1000: Thanks for the review. I felt pretty evil making Tom get kicked out by his own followers, but the idea was quite funny ! As for the questions, I won't answer them. Sorry. You'll just have to read and see.
DarkRoseBlood: hey, thanks for your review. I wasn't offended by it. And I do see your point. And I'm sure many here agrees with you, it's just that I'm a bit tired of stories where Tom goes around killing everything that moves. And just is evil and full of hate. I wanted to give him feelings, other than hate. But I do hope you will continue reading.
miss8: Thanks. I'll try to make him nicer . As for the end. I have already written the last chapter to be honest. So I hope I'll get the chance to post it.
Wanamaker: Thanks for the compliment. I do try my best, and now I got a Beta-reader so hopefully things will only get better from now on .
"About an hour," Dumbledore answered with out looking up from the book.
Tom sighed. Great, another boring hour. Well, it was better than the speech Dumbledore had held earlier. He had talked for an hour about Hogwarts, the four houses, the founders, the sorting, classes, and so on. Tom really had to struggle too stay awake. He already knew all that, but according to his story he didn't so he had to keep up the act of the poor orphan boy.
The landscape outside the carriage got pretty boring after a while and he decided to get some sleep. After all he had nothing better to do.
Chapter 7
Tom couldn't help but taking a deep breath as Hogwarts rose in front of them. No matter how many times he looked at it, it never ceased to impress him.
The sunlight steaming through the clouds reflected off the water, giving the place a beautiful touch. It reminded Tom of a picture from the medieval ages, and the only thing that was missing was a couple of knights on their way to the castle.
The carriage drove up the road to Hogwarts and stopped outside the gates.
Dumbledore put away the book he was reading, and stepped out turning towards Tom.
"Are you coming, my dear boy?"
"Uhm? Yeah, I'm coming," Tom tore his gaze away from the castle and went after Dumbledore.
They entered the castle and continued up to the Headmaster's office, Tom trying to pretend that he'd never been there before. Which wasn't easy.
The portraits, statues, and rooms brought back so many memories, both good and bad at once.
This is either going to be a nice year, or a trip to hell, he thought as they stopped outside the gargoyle. Dumbledore said the password, "Chocolate frog".
The statue jumped out of the way, and they went up the stairs, and into the office. The portraits on the walls looked down at them, and many greeted Dumbledore cheerfully welcome.
One portrait examined Tom silently, a smile rapidly forming on its face. Tom swallowed. He had forgotten about the portraits.
The one who was starring at him at moment was Salazar Slytherin. And Tom had no doubt what so ever that Salazar would recognize his own Heir. Quickly, he placed a finger over his mouth and mimed that he would explain later.
Salazar nodded in understanding, and Tom turned his attention back to Dumbledore. Who was currently occupied with taking down an old hat from on of the shelves. Ah, the sorting hat. He had forgotten about that too.
"What's that?" he asked, playing his part.
"This is the sorting hat. Just place it on your head, and it will tell you which house you will be in."
"Okay," Tom sat down in one of the chairs and Dumbledore placed the hat on his head.
The hat immediately came to life and started speaking to him. "Ah, what a brilliant brain, such talent! Shouldn't have been wasted at Durmstrang, and I see quite a family here too. Salazar would hate me forever if I don't place his Heir in Slyth-," the hat suddenly broke off and went silent.
"What?" Tom mentally asked.
"I have already said this."
"I don't understand," Tom said, his pulse started to race high.
"Well, well, well, welcome back Mr. Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle, isn't it? I knew I had said the exact same things 50 years ago. So why is the Headmaster enrolling you again? Does he even know who you are?"
"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm Tom Marvolo."
"Well those are your first and second name, but you forgot your last one. I think the Headmaster needs to hear this."
"No!"
"He needs to know," the hat stated.
"Okay, listen to me, you filthy old thing. If you tell him, then I swear I'll cut you into so many pieces that no magic in the world would be able to fix you! Get it?" The sneering voice was so different from the one Tom had used the last couple of days in order to fool Dumbeldore, that it frightened the hat so it nearly jumped of the top of his head.
"Calm down, Mr. Riddle, you'll get your wish. I won't tell, but he'll find out eventually."
Tom sneered, "We'll see about that."
"Then your house will be…GRYFFINDOR!" The last part it shouted out loud, and Tom bit his tongue not to scream. GRYFFINDOR, for crying out loud! The last house in the world he wanted to be in. Imagine, the Heir of Slytherin in Gryffindor.
He turned and looked up at Salazar, who seemed to be two inches from laughing out loud.
"Well, Gryffindor. You'll be welcome there. And that's where Hermione is. At least you know someone there already."
"Sounds nice," Tom lied, forcing himself to smile at the old fool. Oh God, I hate you Lucius. I swear you'll pay for this! Tom had problems controlling his anger towards the traitor. It was his fault that he was in this position, stranded at Hogwarts for a year, in GRYFFINDOR of all places! Lucius had caught him totally of guard at the last meeting. Normally he would have been an easy match for Tom, but Tom hadn't expected Lucius to turn against him, and that was the reason why Lucius had been able to hex him.
But I swear. The next time I see him, he's dead! Tom swore silently, clenching his hands into fists.
Tom?" Dumbledore waved one hand in front of Tom's face. Tom jerked in surprise.
"What?"
"You seemed to have your attention elsewhere. What's on your mind?" Dumbledore seemed so genuinely interested that Tom almost blurted out the whole thing.
"No," Tom shook his head, "I was just thinking about something the Sorting Hat told me." He sent the hat a brilliant smile, and got a scowl in return.
"Ah, yes. I understand, but we should be going. I'll show you to the Gryffindor dorm, and then we'll get something to eat. Does that sound okay?"
Oh, this is going to kill me, Tom thought angrily, but he flashed another fake smile, "Yes, that sounds fine, well, there's only one thing."
"Yes?"
Tom looked down at the floor and bit his lip in attempt to look ashamed, "Well...uhm, I kind of lost my wand during the summer. I think someone stole it."
"So what you're saying is, you need a new one?"
"Yeah," Tom muttered. Of course I need a new one, you moron! Lucius has properly snapped mine!
"Well, unfortunately, Ollivander has had an accident with a dragon, and he is currently in St. Mungos. But I think he'll be out in a week."
"Oh, that's to bad. I'll just have to wait, then." Damn! Why haven't I wiped the stupid animals from the face of the earth? A week! A damn, bloody week!
"I'll inform the teachers, but you still has to go to class and take notes."
"Oh, that's no problem," Tom smiled a fake smile.
"Well then, off we go."
They left the office, and Dumbledore led the way towards the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: And done. Only one thing. Please don't start yelling at me, because I put Tom in Gryffindor. I did it for a reason. I just can't tell you right now.
P-oenix