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CHAPTER 2

Tom Riddle put, yet another, book back on the bookshelf. He was in the library shuffling through book after book. Tom had initially thought the plan would be simple, go to the future, figure out how he dies, go back to the past and prevent it from happening, but now he had to abandon the plan entirely because there was no mention of a Tom Riddle in the whole library. He couldn't stop his death if he didn't know who he was in the future.

The trip wasn't a complete fail, instead he caught up on the current events, they were mainly of the-boy-who-lived and the Dark Lord. There were also a few snippets of other useful information.

After the attempt at the library, Tom continued to walk to the lake, there was not one other student around at this time of morning, just peace and quiet. He enjoyed taking in the scenery, however an object by the Hogwarts gates caught his attention. Tom was usually a cautious person, but the nagging of curiosity brought him toward the object.

The object was a person he now realized. A boy with spiked raven locks and closed eyes. Despite, the appearance of muggle clothes, Tom could feel the magic surrounding the Teen. He contemplated, leaving the boy on the ground, but after spotting the bruises on the wizard Tom decided it would be best to bring him to the hospital wing. He pulled out his wand, casting a levitating spell and floated him back to the castle.

" Oh dear, What is Dumbledore going to say? " Madam Pomfrey mumbled, pouring a healing potion down the boys throat. When Tom had brought the boy to the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey had immediately begun attending to the wounds of the teen.

" Why would anyone care what Dumbledore says? " Tom was rather annoyed with the fuss about Dumbledore. Personally the old man was just a manipulative fool. " What's special about the boy any way? "

" You don't know who this is? This boy is Harry Potter, " Madam Pomfrey explained in awe, " Do you know what Dumbledore would do if anything happened to the- boy- who- lived? "

" I'm sure it would be a tragedy, " Tom was certain Dumbledore didn't care about the boy. He was only Dumbledore's pawn, just like every one else, maybe just a tad more valuable.

Tom turned to the boy, Harry Potter, this was the light's savior. He had been dealing with a Dark Lord before birth, but Harry looked like an ordinary student.

He stared at the boy longer than one would deem necessary, watching Harry sleep was mesmerizing to Tom, Harry was an image of tranquility and beauty.

Then, the boy peacefully sleeping on the bed, sprang up emerald eyes wide, looking frantically around the room, before visibly relaxing with a sigh and lying back down.

" What happened? " Harry asked.

" That's precisely what we wondering, " Tom replied. He watched the green orbes take in the information, they were intriguingly the color of the curse of death, adding to the beauty of the teen. " I found you by the entrance gates, care to explain what you were doing there? "

" I-I don't know, the last thing I remember is... "

" I think it best if you just got some rest, " Madam Pomfrey suggested. Tom, however, had other plans. He was going to learn as much about the boy as possible, he was determined, and the first step was to actually talk to Harry.

" Miss, " He addressed, " Maybe someone should stay with Harry, he may need comfort, " Tom heard something similar to snort come from the direction of the patient. " He just woke up and has no idea what happened. Don't you agree having another student with him would be beneficial? "

" Perhaps, but don't stay too long, classes begin tomorrow, " the healer hesitantly agreed. Tom smiled politely.

" You said you found me? " Harry asked nervously, glancing at Madam Pomfrey. Tom nodded. " What was I doing there? "

" You tell me, undying one, " Tom smirked, but as soon as the healer was out the door, Harry flipped.

" Alright, there are no more witnesses, tell me what you are doing here, now! " Harry demanded, rather hatefully. A tingle went down Tom's spine at the sentence that was similar sounding to a death threat.

" Well, I'm not getting very friendly vibes here, and I don't know what I could have possibly done, but would you be so kind as to enlighten me? "

" What you have done?! " Harry screamed, Tom started to worry it would attract attention from outside, his efforts to

shush Harry were futile because Harry continued shouting, " How do you not know what you have done?! You know perfectly well what you have done... wait, you don't know, do you? "

" Harry, I have not the slightest clue as to what you are ranting about, I'm just here because I was merely curious as to why I had to bring an unconscious boy to the hospital wing, " True, Tom found Harry interesting, and if Harry hated him, it just added to the challenge of learning who the boy was. And Tom knew it would be a challenge.

Harry sighed, all hate seeming to drain out of him, " I was wrong to blame you, I don't how your this young, but you didn't do what you did, " Harry admitted. Tom realized whatever he had done to Harry must of been done by his future self.

" I traveled here from the past, don't ask how, and I'm not telling you why I'm here, unless you tell me why you were by the gates. "

" Not likely. "

" Fine, I'll have found out by the end of the year, any way, " Tom said smuggly.

" Your on, " Harry smirked. Gryffindor, Tom thought to himself.

...

By lunch, Madam Pomfrey had let Harry go with a minimal amount of pleading. He did not want to see those white walls ever again, but knowing himself Harry knew there was no chance of that happening.

All the while walking to the great hall, Harry couldn't help but to replay his conversation with Tom earlier. It was obvious that he was not the same dark lord, but he was still an evil slytherin. He had no idea what to do, but Harry didn't want to think about that now.

He sat down at the Gryffindor table, immediately beginning to eat, he hadn't ate since last night and had spent the summer at the Dursley' surviving off of scraps. To say the least he was starved, he hadn't even noticed his best friends were missing.

However, when he did find them, he started to wonder if he was going insane. First Tom Riddle, and now Hermione and Draco Malfoy walk in, talking pleasantly, looking as if they have known each other for ages, while an irate Ron stood beside them. The three separated and his best friends came over to him.

" Hey, Harry! Where were you? "

" I was in the hospital wing, " Harry said before quickly adding, " Don't worry, I'm fine. "

" The hospital wing already, mate? " Ron asked, Harry had the decency to blush. The infirmary had become an issue.

" Any way, what's with Malfoy? " Harry desperately changed the topic.

" Oh, nothing, just the fact that Hermione wants to be a ' decent humane being and give the slytherin a chance', " Ron explained, sourly. Harry nodded, that was something Hermione would do, though Harry was still upset about it.

" Oh, Harry! Here's your timetable, " Hermione, remembered, handing him a small slip of paper. " Have you finished your summer homework? "

" Yeah, " He said, looking over the timetable uninterested, till he saw who the D.A.D.A. professor was, " Who's Dolores Umbridge? "

" You didn't notice, Harry? She was sitting at the staff table during dinner, " Harry shook his head negatively and Ron continued, " She is from the ministry or something, right Mione? "

Harry was not supportive of the ministry, not only were they obvious to Voldemort's rise and called him a liar, but also because they let his godfather, an innocent man, suffer for another's crime.

" Dumbledore is okay with this? " Harry hissed. Dumbledore let Tom Riddle and the ministry in the castle, Harry didn't want to question his authority, but Dumbledore was treading on thin ice with Harry.

" It might not be like that. There has to be some other reason, " Hermione tried to reason, but Harry was already shaking his head. He didn't believe one word.

Harry stormed out of the great and ran straight into a colorful mess. He looked down to see a girl with honey curls, warm chocolate eyes, and pale skin, sitting on the ground of the empty corridor. She was wearing a hot pink and electric blue checkered skirt, with a yellow t-shirt. A ravenclaw tie proudly around her neck.

" I'm really sorry, this has become a frequent occurrence as of late, " Harry apologized, sticking out a hand to help her up. She grabbed his hand and sprang up to a stance.

" No damage done, " The girl said, cheerfully. " I'm Neila Bean, but please call me Nelly. "

" Cool, I'm Harry. I've never seen you around before, dose Hogwarts have transfer students? " Harry asked curiously, out of all the years Harry had been at Hogwarts, there had never been a 'new student' like at muggle schools.

" Yes, actually. I'm a halfblood from America. I just moved here for my fourth year. "

" Wow, ah, could I show you around or help you with anything? " Harry asked, trying not be useless, sure Nelly was bit wacky, but a nice girl.

" How about a different time, I was headed to lunch, but I'll see you later. Bye Harry! " She called, skipping to the great hall.

Harry sat under a large shady tree on the Hogwarts grounds by the lake. There were a few students scattered around, but for the most part he was alone. How he preferred it.

Normally, when Harry was upset, he would go to the room of requirement, he had found the room in his third year, it was the place he practiced his magic, where he learned how to duel, how to use wandless magic, among other things.

It's where he trained to become a member of the WAHT group. Harry joined in his third year after meeting Seth on his first trip to hogsmead, Seth explained how the groups mission was to end crime in the world. Harry had craved to be apart of saving the wizarding world and that's when he started training in the Room of Requirements.

When Harry had been lost in thought someone had leaned against the tree, leaving a shadow looming over Harry. Harry was not the type of person to be surprised and was now highly disappointed in himself for not noticing Tom Riddle standing next to him.

" What a dramatic exit that was at lunch, " Tom started conversationally, looking down at Harry on the ground, " Something had you riled up, want to talk about it? "

" No and you are the last person I would discuss my personal issues with, " Harry glared up at Tom, uncomfortable on the ground, with Tom towering over him.

" I'm aware of that, but I want to understand why you despise me. "

" You said you time traveled? " Tom nodded. " Well, your future self did unforgivable things that can't be undone, end of story, " Harry said, briefly, silently begging Merlin to let the conversation to be over.

" But, I haven't done those things. "

" True, but your still an evil slytherin that can't be trusted, " Harry didn't hate Riddle anymore, He really hadn't done anything yet. If Harry blamed him for Volemort's crimes, Harry would be as bad as the ministry in the sense of letting an innocent man suffer. However, Riddle was still a baby dark lord. Harry could see it...

" But, what if I can be trusted? "

the Cheshire smirk, the power and darkness in his aura, and the slightly phycopathic way of thinking.

" We'll see about that. "

But, what if Harry could change that?

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