A/N: heads up this story is more of a for fun story. Chapters will be vary wildly in length and when I post them. I'm hoping to keep the quality up. So just stick with it. As always I take constructive criticism and requests for one shots. (Within reason. I can't do fandoms I don't know.)
Disclaimer:You know the drill by now. I don't own Harry Potter. Or any part of the Harry Potter universe.
The following day Tom and Harry had a conversation that went something like this.
Tom was having great difficulty in moving the sleeping eleven year old to the dining room of his manor. Such difficulty that probably wouldn't be there if he didn't insist on having an eleven year old body. When he finally had some success the raven haired boy chose this time to reveal that he hadn't actually been sleeping at all, he was just rather annoyed with Tom for the whole 'knocking him out with a wand' incident yesterday.
"You weren't sleeping?! Why did you let me drag your large ass out here then?!"
"Well first of all, my ass may be large but it is largely fantastic. Second of all, I felt you deserved some punishment for your little stunt yesterday."
"The dark lord does not pull stunts."
"The dark lord absolutely does pull stunts. He pulled one yesterday."
"You are a little shit you know that."
"I'm over 2000 years old! I'm not little!"
Tom smirks. He found the weak spot. "You are not that old."
"Am too"
"You are a child"
"So are you"
"Not by choice."
Harry, who was beginning to get frustrated with Tom, indignantly cries out in frustration. "OF COURSE YOU ARE!"
Toms smirk was beginning to get larger as Harry got more frustrated. "I need a body. Quirrell was growing…useless as the days wore on. So I am using your spirit to assist me. Unfortunately that comes with the rather nasty side effect of looking exactly like you. Once you are drained of use I will get rid of you."
Harry blinks and stares at Tom. "You…you are going to kill me?"
Toms smirk grows wider. "I am."
Harry continues staring at Tom. Tom continues staring at Harry and smirking. Harry bursts out laughing. "Yo-You! You think you can kill me!"
Toms smirk falters. "Well you are human. And I can kill humans. Unless they have a horcrux of course." It does not go unnoticed by Harry how he puffs up in pride at that statement.
This of course, prompts Harry to laugh harder.