Chapter Two

FIGHTING FOR THE DARK

ME: Hey guys! Don't know what to say, so keep reading! Thanks! Yeyzzz! *smiles hyperly*

TOMMY: *suspiciously* You're extremely cheerful today...

HARRY: *shuddering* She's probably killed a small bunny or something.

ME: *smiles hyperly* Nope, I just had a lot of SWEETS!

TOMMY: Oh Dear Salazar...*both back away slowly*

ME: MWAHAHAHA! So anyway, I don't own Harry Potter. Just the things you don't recognise, Kay?! Tommy? Harry? Anyone?!

PREVIOUSLY...

..I told you so!.. Tom sang. Harry glowered at him, shaking water out of his eyes.

..Bastard..

Harry, still soaking wet, quickly dried himself with a subtle snap of his fingers. Fudge, the great idiot, was gaping at him and sweating like mad. Harry raised one perfect eyebrow.

..Hey Tom, do you think he's trying to impersonate a wet goldfish?.. he asked his friend. Tom smirked at Harry's idiocy.

..Harry, most goldfish ARE wet.. He pointed out. Harry flushed pink.

..Oops.. He then growled at Tom. ..I knew that..

..SURE you did..

..Shut up..

"Minister Fudge," Harry spoke smoothly, trying to ignore the purposely sent humorous images from Tom. The Minister looked terrified.

"Harry, my boy, how nice to-"

"Cut the bullshit Fudge, we both are aware that this is neither a pleasure nor a reward. I have never been your boy and never intend to. So, what do you want?" interrupted Harry curtly. Fudge looked extremely put out. Harry raised one eyebrow and the man continued hasily.

"Well. On behalf of the Wizarding World, I'd like to offer of apologies and give you the sum of 10000 Galleons to make up for this terrible mistake. Yes?"

Fudge was obviously expecting him to be weak and obedient and accept the offer, however Harry had been thinking of something else.

"No."

"No?" Fudge sounded incredulous and, for once, there was silence among the masses of magicals that had turned up to see Harry Potter being let go. Harry smirked darkly, using the silence as an incentive to continue.

"No. You seem once upon a time, almost thirteen year ago, there was an evil, nasty wizard, that went by the name Voldemort." He ignored the screams, cries and flinches at the name and kept going, using a mocking, childlike voice.

"This nasty wizard killed everyone who tried to stop him. One day, he decided to go after the Potters. The Potters were nice and friendly. They had a small son. You see, Voldemort had heard a prophecy, that said the Potter's small son would kill the Dark Lord. He killed the adult Potters and then tried to kill ickle baby Harry James Potter. But unfortunately for poor Voldy, the killing curse backfired and hit the Dark Lord instead, almost, but not quite, managing to kill him. The ghostie that was once Lord Voldemort fled, leaving ickle Hawwy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

Then Dumbledore (who i thank for shoving me in Azkaban) showed up, taking the baby to his only living relatives, his aunt, his uncle and his two year old cousin. There he was abused, physically, verbally, mentally and emotionally. He was starved, beaten, whipped, belittled, teased, called names and hurt in every way possible. He thought he was a freak. A freak that could do freaky things. He wasn't told about magic, or his special abilities. He was told he was abnormal, a menace to normal society, and he believed it.

Now, when ickle Harry Potter turned eleven, a giant man called Hagrid burst in. He told Harry all about a magical school called Hogwarts, where he could learn to control his abilities. At first Harry was disbelieving. However, when he realised others had 'abnormal' abilities such as his, he grew angry with his relatives, and swore to get revenge somehow."

Harry took a calming breath, noticing how the crowd seemed to be hanging onto his every word. He started again, still scanning trees for Tom to make his dramatic entrance.

"Harry was in awe when he went to Hogwarts and instantly called it his home. He became friends with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, a Pureblood and a Muggleborn wizard and witch. They became inseparable. They had lots of EXCITING adventures, such as finding Philosophers Stones, playing Quidditch, talking to snakes, killing Basilisks, talking to Acromantuals, passing exams, hatching baby dragons and having to save Ginny Weasley from a Basilisk.

This was in my first and second years of Hogwarts only. However, in one of these tasks I failed; the Basilisk got to Ginny before I could get her out of there. I was blamed by my best friends, the ones I trusted over everyone else. My godfather and pseudo uncle, just rescued from prison, glaring at me with such rage and sorrow in their eyes. Hagrid and Dumbldore, managing to look angry and sad at the same time. I was sentenced to Azkaban, with no trial, no evidence, and no help from anyone. That is, to say, apart from Tom."

With impeccable timing, Tom Apparated beside him, still grinning in spite of the somber atmosphere.

"Hi!"

Harry glared at the always hyperactive young Dark Lord, who was still smiling like a lunatic.

"Tom became my friend, my ally, in a world that despised and hated everything that I was. I became bitter and filled with hate, why, I had asked myself numerous times, did the Wizarding World love me one minute, and hate me the next?

Tom helped me to see past my sorrow. He helped me in ways you can't possibly imagine. Now I am more powerful, more dangerous, more deadly, than before, and you have made a terrible enemy. Tom eventually told me who he was. I didn't care."

Harry scrawled untidily in the air with fiery letters: TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. He flicked his hand and the letters rearranged themselves to make: I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.

The crowd screamed and backed away. Tom scowled childishly.

"Aww," he sulked petulantly. "They don't want to be my friend!"

Whether it was the mock pout on Tom's face, the insanity from Azkaban, or a bit of both, nobody knew. All they did know was that the young dark haired teen collapsed in a heap on the floor, laughing madly. Tom grinned and Levitated his Gryffindor/Slytherin friend up and away.

"Well, it was nice speaking," he shouted. "Enjoy the reign of terror!"

And with that the two boys flew away, leaving Fudge to try and calm down the crowd's terror and despair.

Thank you for reading the latest instalment of FIGHTING FOR THE DARK! I hope you enjoyed it and are still reading. Here are some questions...

HOW WAS SIRIUS FREED?

HOW DID HARRY FIND TOM?

HOW CAN THEY TALK IN THEIR HEADS?

WHEN WILL THEY GET THEIR PETS?

WHAT ABOUT THE RELATIONSHIP?!

All will be found out in the next few chapters, although the relationship, Tom/Harry, will take a bit longer, because nobody jumps right into a relationship like, yeah baby!

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Tom Riddle The Evil xx