Chapter 2 Godson

Harry was laughing hysterically inside. This had to be a joke right? Tom Riddle. His. Bloody. Godson. He was probably dreaming, though it was more like a nightmare. The boy had stared at him for about five minutes. He had not said anything, no curses, no death wishes, only a look of worry on his face. There was no way he could be Voldemort, therefore this was all fake. Also it was bloody Riddle, he was young. Could it be time travel? No, it couldn't be. Certainly Dumbledore was young as well, but him as Minister of Magic? And Tom Riddle his Godson? Surely that did not happen in the past. He had to get out of this nightmare. He decided to play along, until Riddle decided crucio him to reality where he would wake up. Didn't muggles say that once you feel pain, you get out of your dream or nightmare?

"Uncle, are you feeling well?" Riddle asked.

"Yes." Was everything he could say. It was strange to face his parents' murderer. Tom let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm happy to hear so. Did you really not know what happened?" Harry shook his head. Nothing happened, it was just a dream. A dream in which he still ended up injured and in a hospital. He really needed a holiday, Harry thought.

"Probably a bloody dark lord with a snake head." Harry muttered. Tom eyed him curiously.

"There was no Dark Lord to be found in your office and neither Death Eaters.

Aurors who are even now researching your office, where it took place, have not found any evidence of what happened there. Though they know the ceiling broke down, which is why you ended up here. They thought it might be due to the Death Eaters who were fighting above the office. It didn't look like an assassination on you, but they don't preclude it.

You've been in here for two weeks." Harry watched Tom telling his story. He did not found proof the boy had lied. Tom eyed him very honestly, which was a very strange sight for Harry.

"So, when are you going to crucio me?'' Harry blurted out his thoughts, to which Riddle watched him with suspicion.

"What do you mean? I could land into Azkaban if I did that. It's an unforgivable. Anyways why would I crucio my dearest Godfather, Uncle?" He sounded innocent, far too innocent for Harry's liking.

Harry dismissed the subject. "Uhm... Could you tell me more about yourself? My memories are vague..." he pretended. Tom pitied him and leaned forward.

"Well, for starters, I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle, your Godson, though I always call you Uncle. We've known each other for quite long. When you were ten years old, we met in the orphanage where I was living. You told me you had slipped out of your house. When you were fourteen and I twelve you named me your Godson and took me out of that cursed orphanage. At age of 17 you became minister after Dumbledore had declined and you were nominated. Now we're still living together and both attending school, since you have missed two years of Hogwarts, you were required to attend six year classes. So we're both in the same year." Harry took the information in. His life was almost as disastrous as the life he has now.

"Sometimes you have to get abroad for your job, and that was when the incident took place two weeks ago." Harry nodded. He was tired and felt the need to sleep, until suddenly something came to his mind.

"I have to go to Hogwarts." Tom stared intensively at him.

"You are not going, until you are healed."

"I need to go."

"No you aren't."

"If I'm the minister and your godfather you'll do what I say now: Get me to Hogwarts."

"I'm no child, and do not obey you in such a situation." Tom glared.

"When did you ever obey me?"

"See, we finally came to agree."

"I'm going no matter what."

"And I'm going to stun you, no matter what."

Harry glared at Tom, who did not flinch. In the end he decided to calm do, which Tom did as well. He had to concentrate on the door, the only way out. He clamped himself to his pillow. In a second he threw it in Riddle's face. Darting forwards to the door, not minding the extreme pain he felt from his head and arm. Behind him he could here Tom curse and footsteps following. He had to reach the floo, to reach Luna, to confirm if it was true what was happening. An alternative universe.

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