Here's my new chapter. Sorry that it's late.
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Just as she was about to answer his second question, the door opened and someone walked in.
Harry sat up and propped himself against the headboard so he could see who it was.
In came the most feared person since Grindelwald, Lord Voldemort. Or as he was also known as, Tom Riddle. What shocked Harry the most was how he looked. This wasn't the snake faced creature that Harry had seen in the graveyard, no. It was much more similar to an older version of the Tom Riddle he saw in his second year.
Riddle looked older, maybe 30, and was tall with a lean build. His face had the typical aristocratic features. His black hair reached down to his shoulders in slight locks, and he was dressed in dark trousers with a crimson-red dress shirt. The only thing that reminded Harry that this man was the cruel person who kept trying to kill him were the red eyes he still had.
Harry was stunned. Since when had snake-face looked like a normal human and, well, not a snake face?
As Riddle came in his eyes scanned around the room before looking at the bed where Harry sat propped against the headboard with Nagini still in his lap.
~Master, you're back. The little hatchling just woke up some minutes ago.~ Nagini told her Master.
'It seems like you are comfortable' Riddle said to Harry.
'Ah, yes' Harry stuttered, unsure what he should do. It wasn't everyday that you were alone in a room with the dark wizard that tried to kill you ever since you were born. Nagini shifted a bit but after she made herself comfortable she slowly fell asleep.
'Do you have any more pain?' Riddle asked, but this only confused Harry more. Why was Riddle, he couldn't call him Voldemort when he looked nothing like snakeface, friendly? Was it a trap? But if it was, what for? Riddle already had him captured.
'No, I'm fine. But why am I here? What do you want with me? And why am I in a bed and not a cold cell somewhere?' Harry asked, he just couldn't understand what was going on.
'Oh, I didn't know you wanted to be stuck in a cell but if you want-' Riddle was cut of by Harry.
'I-I didn't mean it like that. But I don't understand, what do want with me?'
'I saw it.' Was Riddle's answer. 'Saw it? What did you see?' Harry asked even more confused.
'Your past.' Riddle said and Harry tensed. His enemy knew. He knew. Oh it was humiliating. Did he tell his subordinates already? Would he be shown to the whole bunch of Death Eaters so they could laugh at him? This was even worse than just being tortured.
'My past.' Harry echoed without inflection, and a worry line formed on Riddle's face. He knew how bad Harry's home life was, but he couldn't understand why he was so ... hollow, as if he was just a shell of his former self. Riddle racked his mind for an answer to Harry's reaction. Putting himself in the boys position, what would have upset him? Oh. The thought of anyone knowing how pathetic he was for letting the other orphans hurt him was a fear he had held throughout most of his school years. Since he and Harry were so similar...
'I won't tell.' Riddle said and slowly made his way over to the still tense boy.
'Why? Don't you want to shout it out to all your minions? Show them how pathetic the Boy-Who-Lived really is?' He asked, his voice gaining a sarcastic sound, but Riddle still heard the hidden hurt underneath it.
'No, it's your secret and I'll keep it. I only found out about it as I possessed you in the ministry. I-I wanted to get you away from there.' Riddle tried to explain.
'But why would you?' Harry was slowly giving up. He didn't know why he was here, what Riddle wanted and most of all why Riddle seemed somehow friendly, understanding even.
'Because I understand' was his only answer.
'What do you understand?' Harry asked.
'You know, I'm not like what the wizarding world paints me out to be. I don't want to kill all muggles and muggleborns. And Dumbledore? He's the true bad wizard. He tries to control all of the wizarding world by being the 'Light Lord' that fights against the 'Dark Lord'. But after Grindelwald, he had to create a new Dark Lord. And who could be better than the child that saw through his farce and wanted to help the creatures through some new laws. Who could be better than me?' Riddle asked dully.
'But-' Harry stopped. Didn't he doubt Dumbledore's motives anyway? And it sounded like Riddle was telling the truth... So, what should he do? Just believe him and try to stop Dumbledore? But what if Riddle was lying? Riddle had no evidence that Dumbledore was the bad one…
He knew something was wrong with Dumbledore, but he needed time to think. 'I-I must think about what you told me.' Harry said at last.
'It's ok. I'll let you stay here until you have healed fully and have decided what you want to do. No Death Eater will harm you, but it would be better if you'd sleep a bit more. You were badly hurt.' Riddle told Harry.
'I-Thank you.' Said Harry gratefully.
'Here.' Riddle gave him a little vial.
'What's that?' Harry asked but still took it.
'It's some dreamless sleep potion so you'll sleep some more without nightmares.' Riddle answered.
'How?' Harry asked shocked but Riddle just looked at him a bit sadly.
'Sleep tight.' Riddle said and left the room.
Harry looked at the vial and then downed it all as fast as he could so he wouldn't have to taste it. He slowly sank back into the bed. He felt Nagini shift a bit but she just slept on and his eyes slowly closed too. Now he could sleep without worrying about being woken up by nightmares or his aunt. And with that thought, he fell asleep.
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