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All summer, little Haraldr James - a Halfblood Hufflepuff - visited Borgin and Burke's at least twice a week. He was always smiling and happy to engage Tom in conversation. The two built a rather sweet rapport with each other and Tom found himself actually enjoying another person's company, which hadn't happened in years.

"Tom, I'm going into my fourth year. Do you know any good curses?"

"Why?"

"There's this Gryffindor group that goes around picking on Hufflepuffs and sometimes I'm caught in the middle and I really don't appreciate it all. I figured that if I dealt with them sooner rather than later, I can save this year's new students."

Tom's eyes narrowed, "I never heard of anything like that happening while I was at Hogwarts."

"Of course not," Haraldr snorted. "They forced the Hufflepuffs into silence but I refuse to let it go any longer. I did say that if someone messes with my loved ones, I'd tear them apart. Well, I care about the children very much and I will not let some foolish, Gryffindor twat ruin the lives of more students. It's gone on long enough and I'm sick of it. Bullying doesn't make you special or important, it's makes you an arse and I have been bullied far too much in my young life to deal with more bullies."

Tom was completely besotted, because Haraldr really did not like Gryffindors and if that did not appeal to Tom's Slytherin self, he didn't know what would. Though how he managed to miss such a large amount of bullying while he was in school and had a position of power to put an end to it was a bit shameful. So Tom had no qualms about helping Haraldr learn some special curses.

Other than those moments, the Hufflepuff was always in a happy mood. And he like coming around to see Tom.

Tom found out that Haraldr's mother was a pureblood and his father was a muggleborn. His mother had been a Slytherin and was a part of the Smith line, and his father had been a Hufflepuff. The Smiths were said to be descendants of Helga Hufflepuff, so if that was indeed a fact, than Tom was not surprised that Haraldr was in the House of Hufflepuff.

Tom got along exceedingly well with the boy and he knew that a big reason for that was because Haraldr resembled Hadrian a lot. In fact, Tom would go so far as to say that Haraldr was Hadrian. If that was at all possible.

Tom fetched one of the books in the back of the shop, the kind that Borgin held for any pureblood families that needed to remove a few artifacts from their homes for the time being. For a fee of course. Usually because of Ministry interference. No one would ever know that Tom had put his hands on it, because Tom never got caught when doing anything. So he flipped through the book, looking for something that could possibly help him understand what was going on.

Haraldr was basically Hadrian's twin. Just a little bit older than Hadrian had been and he'd been killed. In fact, Hadrian was a few days over eleven years old when he died and that was thirteen years ago. Precisely the same age that Haraldr was currently. How interesting.

Tom didn't even know what he was looking for, he simply knew that in the Dark Arts book he might find the answer. He found chapters on Necromancy, he found chapters on Blood Magic, he found chapters about something called Bestiality. He skipped right over that chapter because that was just awkward.

Then his eyes landed on it. Reincarnation.

Reincarnation was considered a Dark Art, because it required sacrifice of blood and that meant it was part of Blood Magic. Blood Magic was illegal in Britain.

Tom's eyes flew over the words, his brain absorbing everything that he read. Reincarnation was a very special brand of magic. Very few could ever hope to achieve it. Those who did had to be pure of heart, of soul, and of magic.

Blood and a vow had to be given in order to the process to begin. If the person was as pure as the book claimed they had to be, then their wish to be reincarnated would come true. Tom had to think back to that day thirteen years ago. Hadrian's face and head had been covered in blood and Tom knew from personal experience, that Hadrian was magical. So maybe Hadrian's claim to always come back to Tom was enough to let him be reincarnated.

It would explain Haraldr's presence considering the boy was basically a replica of Hadrian. Reincarnations always looked the same.

So then… Hadrian's promise to always come back to Tom, wasn't just some lie to placate a worried child! Hadrian had come back! That meant that Haraldr wouldn't be some follower, oh no. Tom had to make sure that Haraldr could not live without Tom. Yes, because as the reincarnation of Tom's old friend, he was special.

The next time Haraldr came into the shop, Tom was there to greet him with the biggest smile he could manage. A smile that was in no way fake. After learning the truth of Haraldr's existence, Tom was a lot more open than before.

By the end of the summer, Haraldr happily referred to Tom as his friend and Tom was busy devising a way to make the reincarnation of his friend, remember his past life.

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