This is where things start to really heat up. A long Harry and Tom scene in this chapter! Hope you enjoy! :)

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Harry kept his eyes on Tom's back, making sure to be quiet. 'Where was he going?' Harry thought as he followed behind him at a great distance. As if reading his thoughts, Tom stopped in his tracks. Harry hid behind a wall, as Tom turned and looked behind him. Finally, Tom started walking again, this time walking faster. Harry almost blew his cover, trying to keep up with Tom.

Tom went a bunch of directions, it felt like Harry had been through the entire castle when finally Tom made his way down the stairs and to a room. Closing the room behind him, Harry made his way to the window on the door to look through it, hoping to see what Tom was doing when the door opened. 'Shit,' was all Harry could think before he was met with the beast's eyes. Harry gulped.

"Get in. We need to talk." The beast said coldly, making way for Harry to come in. Knowing he had been caught, Harry walked into the room. The room had only one cot and a bookshelf. Completely clutter free, and very clean. 'This must be his room,' Harry thought feeling awkward for being inside the beast's chambers.

"Do you make it your mission to get under my skin? Because it's clearly working." Tom sneered.

Harry replied, feeling sassy, "yes Tom I do. Do you make it your mission to do things you shouldn't be doing? I'm sure Dumbledore would love to hear this mysterious business you are doing with Draco's father." Tom's eyes zeroed in on him, like a snake. The room seemed to grow colder.

"Is that a threat, Potter? I don't take too kindly to those." Tom ground out.

"Well then you better tell me what that business was." Tom laughed at this, the sound horrific to Harry's ears.

"Oh Harry, do you think it's that easy to get information out of me? I guess you're more stupid than I had previously thought." Tom said with ease. Harry was enraged. 'Him? Stupid? Absolutely not!' Harry screamed in his head.

"Tell me what you're doing and I won't tell. I'm sure Dumbledore could go up and watch the security cameras himself. And I'm sure the Prime minister doesn't know that Lucius is talking with a mental patient. Imagine the dent to his reputation if the newspapers got a word of this?" Before Harry could say more, his shirt collar was grabbed and he was slammed to the wall roughly. Tom holding him against the wall, his hot breath on his neck.

"You're playing a very dangerous game, Potter. Now I strongly advise you to keep your mouth shut."

"What, Tom? Will I be killed mysteriously on top of the roof too?" Harry said whimsically. Tom was taken back, his mouth forming an 'o' shape, before going back to it's usual frown. Not being one to back down from a challenge, Harry glared at Tom. Their eyes never straying from each others. Tom's breathe was hot, making Harry shiver. Neither one was backing down, and Harry was tired of these staring challenges. Tom unpinned Harry, breaking eye contact. His head tilted back and he started laughing. Making Harry's hairs stand up. He decided he hated hearing Riddle's laugh.

"You have no proof." Tom challenged.

"So you're not denying it?" Harry challenged again. Tom smirked.

"You're not backing down. How interesting. Especially, for someone who tried to kill themselves. Aren't you people the type that never try?" Tom questioned crudely, not denying or agreeing with Harry's question. Harry's eyes formed into slits. 'If looks could kill,' Harry thought.

"That has nothing to do with the topic of the conversation, Tom. Stop deflecting." Harry said coldly. Tom smirked, his eyebrow raising.

"You wanna know what I think about you Harry?" Tom asked with mirth.

"Not particularly. But go on." Harry answered flatly.

"Your parents died protecting you and you thank them by cutting into your skin every night? You're selfish. And even worse, weak. Death isn't an answer, it's a decision. One I am not making. While you sit up in your room, wanting to die. I'm making a name for myself, everyday. We are very different, Harry. For I am strong, while you are weak. I don't respect you or am afraid of you. But you are fun. I'll give you that." Tom answered getting in Harry's face with each word said.

"Now get out of my room. And keep your mouth shut." Before Harry could answer, Tom grabbed him and forced him out. Slamming the door in the process. Tom's words had hurt Harry. He wasn't selfish. That git didn't know anything about him. He wasn't weak and he was going to prove to Tom that he was better than him. He was the strong one. The stronger one. And he would be respected no matter what. Looking at the clock in the hallway, he noticed dinner was over. 'Shit, Draco's probably wondering where I went,' Harry thought with dread. Knowing Draco would grill him for all the information.

"So you're telling me, you followed Riddle when I specifically asked you not to get involved with him and let it go?" Draco said in annoyance.

"Yup." Harry admitted guiltily.

"I'd be careful Harry. No one has ever threatened Riddle like you did." Draco warned.

"What can he do? Kill me? HA! He'd know he was doing me a favor." Harry said bitterly. Draco frowned at this, not liking his friend talk about death. The conversation then changed to Draco talking about the rest of dinner.

Dumbledore was doing paperwork when the door to his office, opened loudly. He looked up, in no way surprised to see Severus there.

"What is it, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know why I am here! I thought we agreed not to have the Prime Minister send someone into the school? I'm doing fine, I don't need someone coming in and questioning the way I do my work!" Severus said, his voice raising with every word.

"Severus, there's nothing I can do. My hands are tied. The Prime Minister threatened me with tax cuts if I didn't allow this to happen. And we can't afford to lose our money." Dumbledore replied calmly.

"We can ask our top donors to donate more money. We'll tell them what's going on." Severus said, convinced that his idea was right.

"They all follow the Prime Minister. Even Lucius tried to stop Dolorus from coming into the institution, but the Minister put his foot down. There's nothing we can do, Severus." Dumbledore, said gravely.

Severus stormed out of the room angry, Dumbledore sighing at the dramatics.

Everyone was up bright and early that morning, especially Harry. Today was when classes started up again. And Harry was quite nervous as he still didn't know everyone.

"Everything will be alright. It's just school. Didn't you do that before you were here?" Draco joked, sensing he was nervous about classes. Harry remembered what school was like and he hated it. His cousin made it a living hell for him, having people beat him up all the time and the teachers complaining to his aunt and uncle about Harry not applying himself enough in his studies.

"Yeah…" Harry said trailing off. Draco didn't ask, and Harry was thankful as he didn't feel like sharing. They both got dressed and headed to breakfast before classes began.

"Harry, I forgot to ask, what do your timetables look like?" Draco asked, while crunching on an apple.

As if someone had heard Draco, Madame Pomfrey came up to Harry, giving Draco and Harry their medicine.

"Here you go, Harry. Here's your schedule. Good luck on your first day!" Draco immediately grabbed his schedule from Madame Pomfrey's hands while Harry gave a quick thank you.

"Hmm, seems like we both have maths and english together. But I have chemistry as my third class of the day while you have it as your last class. Bummer." Draco sighed. Harry was saddened by that, but happy he at least had two classes with Draco.

"What's my third class, Draco?" Draco lit up at this.

"History. Good luck, Harry. You'll need it." Draco laughed.

"Why?" Harry asked, confused.

"History is taught by Cuthbert Binns. Aka, the most boring teacher ever. You'll hate him, I promise. I had him last semester, almost failed due to falling asleep all the time." Harry rolled his eyes at that. Of course, Draco would use school as nap time.

"Well we better get going, don't want to be late for your first day!" Draco said excitedly, tugging on Harry's arm. Harry just let Draco manhandle him, getting used to Draco doing what he wanted.

Right outside the classroom, Draco asked, "will you sit with me?" Draco looked down, expecting Harry to say no.

"Sure," Harry said with no hesitation. He was quite relieved Draco had asked him as he was too prideful to have asked Draco. Draco grabbed Harry's arm again and led him into the classroom, stopping to find a desk that was good enough for Draco to sit in.

The lesson began and all Harry could think about was what Tom Riddle had said to him. Was he being selfish? Was he weak for wanting to kill himself? He was so sure he wasn't, but now not so much. Harry wished he hadn't let Riddle get to him. He briefly remembered how close Riddle had been to him and how his breathe sent shivers through him. He shut down those thoughts as soon as he began thinking of them.

All of a sudden, Severus Snape came walking in and asked to see Harry. Harry and Draco both looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on. Harry followed Severus out of the room.

Once out of the room, Severus turned to Harry with a serious look in his eyes and said, "we found this note in your room." Severus held up the folded note and unfolded it, giving it to Harry to read.

Harry began to read, intrigued.

I can't go on anymore. Please forgive me, I just can't take the pain anymore. Please tell my family I loved them. This is the end of the road for me. Tonight, I will end my life.

Good bye,

Harry James Potter

"I didn't write this, Snape. I don't know who did this, but it wasn't me." Harry pleaded that the doctor believed him. He'd hate to be sedated again.

"We can't prove that you didn't, Harry. We take suicide notes as a serious matter." Severus said, not believing in the slightest chance Harry was telling the truth.

"But i didn't write-"

"You will be on suicide watch for 72 hours, Harry. During this time, you will be in a room by yourself and will be closely monitored. Follow me to get changed." Severus interrupted Harry's pleading. Resigned, Harry followed the doctor into a padded white room. The room had nothing in it, except for a toilet and tons of cameras.

"Change into these." Severus gave Harry brown paper bag like clothing. Harry thought this was a little too excessive even for someone who did write a suicide note. Severus walked out, giving Harry the 'privacy' he needed to change. Walking back in, Severus took Harry's old clothing and went out of the room locking it in the process.

Harry sat down on the floor, contemplating how the next 72 hours would go. His mind drifted to the suicide note. 'Who would have written it and signed his name? Certainly not Draco.' Harry thought with confusion. His mind went to the argument he had had with Riddle.

"He wouldn't... " Harry said to himself in disbelief. His disbelief turned into rage as he thought about all the dots coming together to connect the letter to Riddle's doing. Oh, Harry was angry. Harry knew this was supposed to be a lesson for threatening Riddle and warning Harry to stay out of Riddle's business. If Riddle thought he'd listen now, he was out of his damn mind. No, once he got out of here, things would be a whole lot worse.

That night Harry stayed up planning his revenge.

Shorter chapter than usual, but I think the amount of Tom and Harry moments make up for it. Hope you guys like it! Let me know by liking and commenting. Thank you so much. :)

Stay tuned for Tom's POV in the next chapter. :)